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Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true,
Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you.
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression,
The fairest is confession.
King. Madam, I was.
And were you well advised?
When you then were here, What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
King. That more than all the world I did respect her.
Peace, peace, forbear; Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
King. Despise me when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will; and therefore keep it. — Rosaline,
Ros. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
Prin. God give thee joy of him! 'The noble lord
King. What mean you, madam? By my life, my troth, I never swore this lady such an oath.
Ros. By Heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this; but take it, sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;
Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.-
The ladies did change favors; and then we,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,
Biron. What, are there but three?
No, sir; but it is vara fine,
And three times thrice is nine. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope it is
not so. You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know what
we know. I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,Biron.
Is not nine. Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount.
Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir.
Biron. How much is it?
Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount. For my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one man, - e'en one poor man. Pompion the Great, sir.
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.
[Exit COSTARD. King. Birón, 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 company.
King. I say, they shall not come.
Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now;
Enter ARMADO. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. [ARMADO converses with the King, and delivers
him a paper.] Prin. Doth this man serve God ? Biron. Why ask you? Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making.
Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, 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 della guerra. I wish
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, Pompey the Great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules ; the pedant, Judas Machabæus. 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.
Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the
[Seats brought for the King, Princess, &c. Pageant of the Nine Worthies.
Enter COSTARD armed, for Pompey,
You lie; you are not he.
With libbard's head on knee. Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be friends
with thee. Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey, surnamed the Big,Dum. The Great.
Cost. It is Great, sir ; — Pompey, surnamed 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 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 NATHANIEL armed, for Alexander. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's com
mander; 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-smell
ing knight. Prin. The conqueror is dismayed. Proceed, good Alex
ander. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's com
mander ; 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, [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-axe sitting on a closestool, will be given to A-jax: he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afеard 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 dashed! He is a marvellous good neighbor, in sooth; 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 armed, for Judas, and Moth armed,
for Hercules. Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Whose club killed Cerberus, that three-headed canus. 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 clipped is plain Judas.
Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. And now, forward; for we have put thee in countenance.
Hol. You have put me out of countenance.
Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go.