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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 broocht.
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 counte.

Hol. 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.
Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas: it grows

dark, he may stumble. Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been


Enter Armado arm'd, for Hector. ·'Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles : here comes Hector in arms.

Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I will Row be merry,

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this,
Boyet. But is this Hector?
Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber'd.
Long. His leg is too big for Hector.
Dum. More calf, certain.
Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small.

• A soldier's powder-horn. + An ornamental-buckle for fastening bat-bands,



Biron. This cannot be Heetor.
Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.
Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances* the al-

mighty, Gade Hector a gift.

Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Biron. A lemon.
Long. Stuck with cloves.
Dum. No, cloven.
Arm. Peace.
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,

Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight,

From norn till night, out of his puvilion.
I am that flower,

That miot.

That columbine. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.

Long, I must rather give it the rein; for it runs against Hector

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried : when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will forward with my device: Sweet royalty, [to the Priucess.) bestow on me the sense of hearing

[Biron whispers Costard. Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de

Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
Boyet. Loves hier by the foot.
Dum. He may not by the yard.
Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two mnopths on her way.

Arm. What meanest thou ?
Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan,

• Lance-men.

the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brays in her belly already; 'tis yours. Arm. Dost thou infamonise me ainong poten

tates ? thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaque. netta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompey that is dead by him.

Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge!

Dum. Hector trembles.

Biron. Pompey is mov'di-More Ates*, more Ates; stir them on! stir them on !

Dum. Hector will challenge him.

Biron. Ay, if lie have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea,

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern mant; l'll slash; I'll do it by the sword :-I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.

Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.
Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.
Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

Moth. Master, let me take you a button hole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? you will lose your reputation.

Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me: I will not combat in my shirt.

Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made the challenge.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will..
Biron. What reason have you for't?

Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward t for penance.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome

+ A clown.

* Até was the goddess of discord..

I Clothed in wool, without linen. VOL. II.


for want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a Uish clout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart; fór a favour.

Enter Mercade.

Mer. God save you, madam!

Prin. Wecome, Mercade;
But that thou interrupt'št our merriment,

Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father

Prin. Dead, for my life.

Mer. Even so; my tale is told. * Piron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud.

Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.

(Eseunt Worthies, King. How fares your majesty ? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I'will away to-night. King. Madam; not so; I do beseech you, stay.

Prin. Prepare, 'I say.- I thank you, gracious lords, For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, The liberal* opposition of our spirits : If over-boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath, your gentleness Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord! A heavy heart bears not an hunible tongue : Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks For my great suit so easily obtaip'd.

King: The extreme parts of time extremely form All causes to the purpose of his speed; And often, at his very loose, decides That which long process could not arbitrate: And though the mourning brow of progeny

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Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
The holy suit which fain it would convince :
Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
From what it purposed; since, to wail friends lost
Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,
As to rejoice at friends but newly fouud.

Prin. I understand you not: my griefs are double.
Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of

And by these badges understand the king,
For your fair sakes have we neglected time,
Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies,
Hath much deforin'd us, fashioning our humours
Even to the opposed end of our intents :
And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
All wapton as a child, skipping, and vain;
Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied objeet in his glance :
Which party.coated presence of loose love
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have misbeconi'd our oaths and gravities,
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
Suggested* us to make: Therefore, ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,
By being once false for ever to be true
To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you:
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full of love; Your favours the embassadors of love; And, in our maiden council, rated them At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, As bombast, and as lining to the time: ,

• Tempted.

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