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 halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy.

Enter Sir Nathaniel, for Alexander.

560

Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander;

By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering 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.

Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.

Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's

commander,

Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. 570 Biron. Pompey the Great,

Cost. Your servant, and Costard.

Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Alis

ander.

Cost. [To Sir Nath.] O, sir, you have overthrown

Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped
out of the painted cloth for this: your lion,
that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool,
will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth
Worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak! 580
run away for shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires.
There, an 't shall please you; a foolish mild
man; an honest man, look you, and soon dashed.
He is a marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a
very good bowler: but, for Alisander,-alas, you
see how 'tis, a little o'erparted. But there are
Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some
other sort.

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.

Enter Holofernes, for Judas; and Moth, for Hercules.

590

'Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canis ;

Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,

And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,

Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus.

Quoniam he seemeth in minority,

Ergo I come with this apology.

Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [Moth retires.
Judas I am,—

Dum. A Judas!

Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.

Judas I am, ycliped Maccabæus.

Dum. Judas Maccabæus clipt is plain Judas.

600

Biron. A kissing traitor. How art thou proved Judas?

Hol. Judas I am,

Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.

Hol. What mean you, sir?

Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.

Hol. Begin, sir; you are my elder.

Biron. Well followed: Judas was hanged on an elder. Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.

Biron. Because thou hast no face.

Hol. What is this?

Boyet. A cittern-head.

Dum. The head of a bodkin.

Biron. A Death's face in a ring.

Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.
Boyet. The pommel of Cæsar's falchion.

Dum. The carved bone-face on a flask.

Biron. Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch.

Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer.

610

620

And now forward; for we have put thee in coun

tenance.

Hol. You have put me out of countenance.

Biron. False: we have given thee faces.
Hol. But you have out-faced them all.

Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so.
Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.

And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?

Dum. For the latter end of his name.

Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him:-Jud-as,

away!

Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. 630 Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas! it grows dark, he may stumble. [Hol. retires. Prin. Alas, poor Maccabæus, how hath he been baited!

Enter Armado, for Hector.

Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes Hector in

arms.