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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 some care.
[Exit Costard. King. Biron, 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
Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord.
him a paper.]
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
Pageant of the Nine Worthies.
Enter Costarp arm’d, for Pompey.
You lie, you are not he.
friends with cell said, with libbard's
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, -
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
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.
commander; 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
Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed, good
Alexander. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the
world's commander ;Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Ali.
sander. Biron. Pompey the great, Cost.
Your servant, and Costárd. Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali
sander. Cost. O, sir, [To Nath.] you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax: he will be the ninth worthy 59. A conqueror, and afcard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires.] There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbour, insooth; and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a litile o'er-parted:- But there are worthies a coming will speak their mind in some other sort.
Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Enter Holofernes arm’d, for Judas, and Moth
armd, for Hercules. Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Whose club kill d Cerberus, that three-headed
And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus:
Hol. Judas I am,-
Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.“
Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas.
Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd on an elder.
Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.