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King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transe
gression Some fair excuse.
Prin. The fairest is confession,
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. When you then were here,
her. Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will
reject her. King. Upon mine honour, no. Prin. 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, What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear As precious eye-sight; and did value me Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
Prin. God give thee joy of him? The noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word. 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 ; And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :What ; will you have me, or your pearl again?
Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.I see the trick on't ;-Here was a consentt, (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) To dash it like a Christmas comedy ; Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany, Some mumble-hews, some trencher-knight, some
Dick,That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the
trick To make my lady laugh, when she's disposedTold ou intents before : which once disclosed,
• Make no difficulty. + Conspiracy.
The ladies did change favours ; and then we,
[To Boyet. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
Boyet. Full merrily
Cost. O'lord, Sir, they would know,
Biron. What, are there but three?
Cost. No, Sir; but it is vara fine,
Biron. And three times thrice is nine.
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 shew 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. Cost. We will turn it finely off, Sir; we will take some care.
[Exit Costard. King. Biron, 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.
Biron, A right description of our sport, my lord.
Enter ARMADO. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence 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 school-master is exceeding fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain. But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. 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 Ma. chabæus. 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. King. You are deceived, 'tis not so.
Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool, and the boy :
Abate a throw at novum * ; and the whole word
again, Cannot prick + out five such, take each one in his
vein. King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain.
[Seats brought for the King,
Princess, &c. Pageant of the Nine Worthies. Enter CostaRD arm'd, for POMPEY. Cost. I Pompey am, Boyet. You lie, you are not he. Cost. 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 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 half-penny, Pompey proves the best worthy.
Enter NATHANIEL arm'd, for ALEXANDER. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's
commander ; By east, west, north, and south, I spread my con
quering 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
• A game with dice.
Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander.
Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.
arm’d, for HERCULES.
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus :
Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir.-
Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas.