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Thus dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar
'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey; Submissive fail his princely feet before,
And he from forage will incline to play: But if thou strive, poor soul, what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that inditen
this letter? What vane? what weathercock ? did you ever hear
better? Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember
the style. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it
erewhile. Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps
here in court; A phantasm, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the prince, and his book-mates. Prin.
Thou, fellow, a word : Who gave thee this letter? Cost.
I told you ; my lord. Prin. To whom should'st thou give it? Cost.
From my ford to my lady. Prin. From which lord, to which lady?"
Cost. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine, To a lady of France, that he call'd Rosaline. Prin. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come,
lords, away. Here, sweet, put up this; 'twill be thine another day.
Exit Princess and Train. Boyet. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor: Ros.
Shall I teach you to know? Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty. Ros.
Why, she that bears the bow. Finely put off! Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns ; but, if thou
marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry.
(1) Just now.
Finely put on!
Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
And who is your deer? Ros. If we choose by the horns, yourself: come
near., Finely put on, indeed! Mar. You still wrangle with her, Boyet, and
she strikes at the brow. Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit
her'now? Ros. Shall I come upon thee with an old say. ing, that was a man when king Pepin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it?
Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when queen Guinever of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Ros. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it. [Singing.
Thou canst not hit it, my good man.
(Exeunt Ros. and Kath. Cost. By my troth, most pleasant! how both did
fit it! Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they
both did hit it. Boyet. A mark! O, mark but that mark; A
mark, says my lady! Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may
be. Mar. Wide o' the bow hand! I'faith, your hand
is out. Cost. Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er
hit the clout. Boyet: An if my hand be out, then, belike your
hand is in. Cost. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving
the pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips
Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir; chal.
lenge her to bowl. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing ; Good night, my
good owl. (Exeunt Boyet and Maria. Cost. By my soul, a swain! a mose simple clown: Lord, lord! how the ladies and I have put him down: O’my troth, most sweet jests ! most incony vulgar
wit! When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it
were, so fit. Armatho o' the one side,–0, a most dainty man! To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan ! To see him kiss his hand! and how most sweetly
a' will swear! And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit ! Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit! Sola, sola!
(Exit Costard, running. SCENE II.—The same. Enter Holofernes, Sir
Nathaniel, and Dull. Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.
Hol. The deer was, as you know, in sanguis,blood; ripe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of cælo,—the sky, the weikin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of terra,—the soil, the land, the earth.
Nath. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head. Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket.
Hol. Most barbarous intimation! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, to show as it were, his inclination,-after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest, uncon
(1) A species of apple.
firmed fashion—to insert again my haud credo for a deer.
Dull. I said, the deer was not a haud credo • 'twas a pricket.
Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus!- thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!
Nath. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts; And such barren plants are set before us, that we
thankful should be (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts
that do fructify in us more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet,
or a fool, So, were there a patchl set on learning, to see him
in a school : But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Many can brook the weather, that love not the
wind. Dull. You two are book-men : Can you tell by
your wit, What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not
five weeks old as yet ? Hol. Dictynna, good man Dull; Dictynna, good
man Dull. Dull. What is Dictynna ? Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon. Hol. The moon was a month old, when Adam
was no more ; And raught not to five weeks, when he came to
five score. The allusion holds in the exchange.
Dull. 'Tis true indeed ; the collusion holds in the exchange.
Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say, the allusion holds in the exchange.
(1) A low fellow. (2) Reached.
Dull. And I say the pollution holds in the exchange ; for the moon is never but a month old : and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the princess kill'd.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer? and, to humour the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess kill'd, a pricket
Nath. Perge, good master Holofornes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.
Hol. I will something affect the letter; for it argues facility. The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'da pretty
pleasing pricket; Some say, a sore; but not a sore, till now made
sore with shooting. The dogs did yell ; put L to sore, then sorel jumps
fron thicket; Or pricket, sore, or else sorel; the people fall a
hooting. If sore be sore, then L to sore makes fifty sores; 0
sore L! Of one sore I a hundred make, by adding but
one more L. Nath. A rare talent!
Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.
Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions : these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater; and deliver'd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.
Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'd by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you : you are a good member of the commonwealth.