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

BIRON. What, are there but three?

Cost. No, sir, but it is very fine ;
For every one pursents three.

BIRON. And three times three is nine.
Cost. Not fo, fir, under correction. Sir; I hope it is

not fo.

You cannot beg us, fir; I can assure you, sir, we know
What we know: I hope, three times three, fir-

BIRON. Is not nine.
Cost. Under correction, sir, we know where until it doth


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

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

BIRON. How much is it?

Corr. O lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will shew where until it doth amount ; for my own part, I am, as they say, but to perfect one man in one poor mang Pompion the great, fir.

BIRON. Art thou one of the worthies?

Cost. 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, fir, we will take fome


KING. Biron, they will shame us; let them not approach.

(Exit Coft. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord; and 'tis fomo

policy VOL. II.


To have one show worse than the king and his company.

King. I say, they shall not come.

Prin. Nay my good ford, let me o'er-rule you now; That sport best pleases that doth leaft know how. Where seal strives to content, and the contents Dies in the zeal of that 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.

SCENE IX. Enter Armado. ARM. Anointed, I implore so much expenee of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words,

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

ARM. That's all one, my fair, fweet, honey monarch : for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain : but we will put it, as they say, to “ fortuna de la guerra.” I wish you the peace of mind, most royal coupplement.

King. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies ; he prefents Hector of Troy; the fwain, Pompey the great ; the parish curate, Alexander ; Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Machabeus. And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other five.

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

fool, and the boy.
A bare throw at Novem, and the whole world again,

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Cannot prick out five such, take each one in's vein.
KING. The ship is under fail, and here she comes amain.

Enter Coftard for Pompey.
Cost. I Pompey am-
Bover. You lye, you are not he.

I Pompey am
Boyet. With Libbard's head on knee.

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, farnam'd the Great; “ That oft in field, with targe and shield,

Did make my foe to sweat : “And travelling along this coast, T here am come by chance; “ And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of

France." If your lady would say, “ thanks Pompey,” I had done.

Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was perfeet. I made a little fault in Creat.

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

Enter Nathaniel for Alexander. Nath. “ When in the world I liv'd, 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 standa

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Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender smel

ling knight. Prin. The conqueror is dismaid: proceed, good Alex

ander. NATA. “ When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's

commander." Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. Biron. Pompey the great, Cost. Your servant, and Costard. BIRON. Take away the

conqueror, take away Alisander. Cost. 0 Sir, you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror. [To Nath.). You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this; your lion that holds the poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax; he will be then the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afraid to speak ? run away for shame, Alisander. [Exit Nath.] 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 little o'er-parted--but there are worthies a coming will speak their mind in some other fort. Biron. Stand aside, good Pompey..

Enter Holofernes for Judas, and Moth for Hercules. Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canus; 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-
[To Moth.] Keep some state in thy Exit, and vanish.

[Exit Moth. HOL.“ Judas I am."

DUM. A Judas!
Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir;
Judas I am, ycleped Maccabeus.”
Dum. Judas Maccabeus clipt, is plain Judas.
Biron. A kifling traitor. How art thou provod 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 follow'd : Judas was hang'd 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 pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.
DUM. The carv'd-bone face on a flask.
Biron. St. 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; And now, forward; for we have put thee in countenance.

Hou. You have put me out of countenance.
Biron. False; we have given thee faces.
Hol. But you have out-fac'd 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.


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