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King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear; And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :-What; will you have me, or your pearl again?

Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.I see the trick on't;-Here was a consent, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) To dash it like a Christmas comedy: Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some

Dick, That smiles his cheek in years 54; and knows the

trick
To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, -
Told our intents before: which once disclos'd,
The ladies did change favours; and then we,
Following the signs, woo'd but the sign of she.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again forsworn; in will and error.
Much upon this it is:-And might not you, [To Boyet.
Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire 5s,

And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shrowd.
You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,
Wounds like a leaden sword.

Boyet.

Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have

done.

Enter CoSTARD.
Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray.

Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,
Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.

Biron. What, are there but three?
Cost.

No, sir; but it is vara fine,
For

every one pursents three. Biron.

And three times thrice is nine. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, it

is not so: You cannot beg us, sir 56, I can assure you, sir: we

know what we know : I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,Biron.

Is not nine. Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount.

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.

Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir.

Biron. How much is it?

Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man, -e'en one poor man; Pompion the great, sir.

Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ?

some care.

Cos. It pleased them, to think me worthy of Pompion the great : for mine own part, I know not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand for him.

Biron. Go, bid them prepare.
Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take

[Exit Costard. King. Birón, they will shame us, let them not

approach. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis

some policy To have one show worse than the king's and his

company. King. I say, they shall not come. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you

now; That sport best pleases, that doth least know how: Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Die in the zeal of them which it presents, Their form confounded makes most form in mirth; When great things labouring perish in their birth.

Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.

Enter ARMADO. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of words. [Armado converses with the King, and delivers

him a paper.)
Prin. Doth this man serve God?
Biron. Why ask you?
Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making.

Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch: for, I protest, the school-master is exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain: But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couplement!

[Exit Armado. King. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies: He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Fompey the

great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Macchabæus. And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other

five. Biron. There is five in the first show. King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest,

the fool, and the boy :Abate a throw at Novum 57; and the whole world

again, Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his vein. King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes

amain.
[Seats brought for the King, Princess, &c.

Pageant of the Nine Worthies.

Enter Costarp arm'd, for Pompey.
Cost. I Pompey am,-
Boyet.

You lie, you are not he.
Cost. I Pompey am,-

Boyet.

With libbard's head on knee 58. Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be friends with thee.

Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big,Dum. The great.

Cost. It is great, sir;-Pompey surnam'd the great; That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make

my foe to sweat: And, travelling along this coast, I here am come by

chance; And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of

France. If your ladyship would say Thanks, Pompey, I had

done. Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I was perfect: I made a little fault in, great.

Biron. My hat to a half-penny, Pompey proves the best worthy.

Enter NATHANIEL arın'd, for Alexander. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's

ommander; By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquer

ing might; My 'scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander. Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not: for it

stands too right. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender

smelling knight.

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