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Cos. An I had but one penny in the world, thou Dull. Nor understood none neither, sir. shouldst have it to buy gingerbread : bold, there Hol. Allons! we will employ thee. the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so: or I will half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discre- play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them tion. o, an the heavens were so pleased, that thou dance the hay. wert but my bastard! what a joyful father wouldst Hol. Most dull, honest Dall, to our sport, away. thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at
[Exeunt. thy fingers' ends, as they say.
Hol. 0, 1 smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem. Scene II.-Another part of the same. Before the Arm. Arts-man, præambula ; we will be singled Enter the Princess, Katharine, Rosaline, and
Princess's Pavilion. from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain ?
MARIA. Hol. Ör, mons, the hill.
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart, Arm. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. If fairings come thus plentifully in : Hol. I do, saps question.
A lady wall'd about with diamonds! Arm. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and Look you, what I have from the loving king. affection, to congratulate the princess at her pavi Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? lion, in the posteriors of this day; which the rude Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in multitude call, the afternoon.
rhyme, Hol. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, As would be cramm’d up in a sheet of paper, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the after- Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; noon: the word is well cull’d, chose; sweet and That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure.
Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax; Arm. Sir, the king is a noble gentleman; and For he hath been five thousand years a boy. my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend : Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. For what is inward between us, let it pass :- I do Ros. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd beseech thee, remember thy courtesy :- I beseech
your sister. thee, apparel thy head ;-and among other importu Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; nate and most serious designs,—and of great import And so she died: had she been light, like you, indeed, too ;-but let that pass :--for I must tell Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, thee, it will please his grace (by the world ) sometime She might have been a grandam ere she died: to lean upon my poor shonlder; and with his royal And so may you; for a light heart lives long. finger, thus, dally with my excrement, with my Ros. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this mustachio: bat, sweet heart, let that pass. By the
light word? world, I recount no fable; some certain special Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. [ont. honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Ar Ros. We need more light to find your meaning mado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; world: but let that pass. The very all of all is,- Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy,—that the Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i'the dark. king would have me present the princess, sweet Kath. So do not yon ; for you are a light wench. chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or show, Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore or pageant, or antic, or fire-work. Now, under
(for me. standing that the curate and your sweet self are Kath. You weigh me not,-0, that's you care not good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking out of Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you withal, to Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. the end to crave your assistance.
But Rosaline, you have a favour too: Hol. Sir, you shall present before her the nine Who sent it? and what is it? worthies.—Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some en
I would, you knew : tertainment of time, some show in the posterior of An if my face were but as fair as yours, this day, to be rendered by our assistance,--the My favour were as great; be witness this. king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, Nay, I have verses too, I thank Birón : and learned gentleman,-before the princess; I say, The numbers true; and, were the numb’ring too, none so fit as to present the nine worthies.
I were the fairest goddess on the ground: Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. to present them?
0, he hath drawn my picture in his letter! Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant Prin. Any thing like? gentleman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because Ros. Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise. of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. great; the page, Hercules.
Kath. Fair as a text B in a copy book. Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough Ros. 'Ware pencils! How? let me not die your for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end
debtor, of his club.
My red dominical, my golden letter: Hol. Shall I have audience ? he shall present o, that your face were not so full of O's! Hercules in minority: his enter and exit shall be Kalh. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows! strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumain? that parpose.
Kath. Madam, this glove. Moth. An excellent device! so, if any of the Prin.
Did he not send you twain ? audience hiss, you may cry: well done, Hercules! Kath. Yes, madam ; and moreover, now thou crushest the snake!' that is the way to make some thousand verses of a faithful lover: an offence gracioas; though few have the grace to A huge tranviation of hypocrisy: Arm. For the rest of the worthies ? [do it. Vilely compild, profound simplicity.
(ville ; Hol. I will play three myself.
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent LongaMoth. Thrice-worthy gentleman !
The letter is too long by balf a mile. [heart, Arm, Shall I tell you a thing?
Prin. I think no less : Dost thou not wish in Hol. We attend.
The chain were longer, and the letter short? (part. Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antio. Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never I beseech you, follow.
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Hol. Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking 60. word all this while.
That same Birón I'll torture ere I go.
0, that I knew he were but in by the week! Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear;
Ros. Come on then; wear the favours most in That he should be my fool, and I his fate.
sight. Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent? catch'd,
Prin. The effect of my intent is, to cross theirs : As wit turn a fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, They do it but in mocking merriment; Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; And mock for mock is only my intent. And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool. Their several counsels they unbosom shall Ros. The blood of youth burns not with such To loves mistook ; and so be mock'd withal, excess,
Upon the next occasion that we meet, As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
With visages display'd, to talk, and greet. Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, Ros. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't? As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote;
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot : Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
But, while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Enter BoYET.
Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's
heart, Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. And quite divorce his memory from his part. Boyet. 0, I am stabb'd with laughter? Where's Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt, ber grace?
The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. Prin. Thy news, Boyet?
There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown; Boyet.
Prepare, madam, prepare!- To make theirs ours, and ours pone but our own : Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are So shall we stay, mocking intended game; Against your peace: Love doth approach disguis’d, And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame. Armed in arguments ; you'll be surpris'd :
(Trumpets sound within.) Master your wits; stand in your own defence; Boyet. The trumpet sounds be mask'd, the Or bide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
maskers come. (The Ladies mask.) Prin. Saint Dennis to Saint Cupid! What are they,
Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and DuThat charge their breath against us? say, scout, say. MAIN, in Russian habits, and masked; Moth,
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, Musicians, and Attendants.
Moth. Ad hail the richest beauties on the earth! Toward that shade I might behold addrest
Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. The king and his companions : warily
Moth. A holy parcel of the fairest dames, I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
(The ladies turn their backs to him.) Aud overheard what you shall overhear;
That ever turn'd their-backs-to mortal views ! That, by and by, disguis'd they will be bere. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes. Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
Moth. That ever turn’d their eyes to mortal views ! That well by heart bath conn'd bis embassage: OutAction, and accent, did they teach him there; Boyet. True; out, indeed. Tkus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear : Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchAnd ever and anon they made a doubt,
Not to behold
(safe Presence majestical would put him out;
Biron. Once to behold, rogue. Por, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see;
Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes, Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.
-with your sun-beamed eyes The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil;
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet, I should have fear'd her had she been a devil. You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me shoulder;
out. Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. Biron. Is this your perfectness? be gone, you One rubb'd his elbow, thus; and fleer'd, and swore,
rogue, A better speech was never spoke before :
Ros. What would these strangers ? know their Another, with his finger and his thumb,
minds, Boyet: Cry'd, Via! we will do't, come what will come: If they do speak our language, 'tis our will The third be caper'd, and cried, All goes well:
That some plain man recount their purposes : The fourth torn'd on the toe, and down he fell. Know wbat they would. With that, they all did tumble on the ground, Boyet. What would you with the princess? With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
Ros. What would they, say they? To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.
Boyet. Nothing but
peace, and gentle visitation. Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ? Ros. Why, that they have; and bid them so be Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparel'd
Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess,
King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, Their purpose is, to parle, to court, and dance: To tread a measure with her on this grass. And every one his love-feat will advance
Boyet. They say that they have measur'd many Unto his several mistress; which they'll know.
a mile, By favours several, which they did bestow. To tread a measure with you on this grass. Prin. And will they so? the gallants shall be Ros. It is pot so: ask them, how many inches task'd :
Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, Por, ladies, we will every one be mask'd;
The measure then of one is easily told. And not a man of them shall have the grace,
Boyet. If, to come hither, you have measur'd Despight of suit, to see a lady's face.
And many miles ; the princess bids you tell, Kath. O, for your reason ! quickly, sir; I long. How many inches do fill up one mile.
Long. You have a double tongue within your Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary
And would afford my speechless visor half. Boyet. She hears herself.
Kath. Veal, quoú the Dutchman ;-Is not real Ros.
How many weary steps, Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,
Long. A calf, fair lady? Are number'd in the travel of one mile ?
No, a fair lord calf. Biron. We number nothing that we spend for Long. Let's part the word. Our duty is so rich, so intinite,
No, I'll not be your half: That we may do it still without accompt.
Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Vouchsafe to shew the sunshine of your face, Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these That we, like savages, may worship it.
sharp mocks? Ros. My face is but a moon, and clonded too. Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.
King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. sbine
Kath. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry. (Those clouds remov’d,) upon our wat’ry eyne.
(They converse apart.) Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter; Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Ás is the razor's edge invisible, [keen King. Then, in our measure, do but vouchsafe Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; one change:
Above the sense of sense ; so sensible
(break off. Not yet ;-no dance :-thus change I like the moon. Ros. Not one word more, my maids ; break off, King. Will you not dance ?
How come you
scofi'! thus estrang'd ?
King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's
[Exeunt King, Lords, Moth, Music, and Attendants. King. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man. Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites. The music plays; vouchsafe some motion to it. Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at? Ros. Our ears vouchsafe it.
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths King. But your legs should do it.
[fat, fat. Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by Ros. Well-liking, wits they have; gross, gross; chance,
Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! We'll not be nice: take hands ;-we will not dance. Will they not, think you, bang themselves to night? King. Why take we hands then ?
Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? Ros.
Only to part friends : This pert Birón was out of countenance quite. Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. Ros. 0! they were all in lamentable cases ! King. 'More measure of this measure; be not the king was weeping-ripe for a good word. nice.
Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all suit. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price. Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword: King. Prize you yourselves ; What buys your No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. company?
Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;
And trow you what he call’d me?
Go, sickness as thou art! King. If
you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statuteRos. In private then.
I am best pleas'd with that. But will you hear? the king is my love sworn,
(They converse apart.) Prin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith to me. Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. with thee.
[three. Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear: Biron. Nay then, two treys, (an if you grow so Immediately they will again be here nice,)
In their own shapes; for it can never be, Metheglin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well dice! They will digest this barsh indignity. There's half a dozen sweets.
Prin. Will they return? Prin.
Seventh sweet, adieu ! Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; Since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows; Biron, One word in secret.
Therefore, change lavours; and, when they repair, Prin.
Let it not be sweet. Blow like sweet roses in this summer air. Biron. Thou griev’st my gall.
Prin. How blow? how blow ? speak to be underPrin. Gall! bitter.
Therefore meet. Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud:
(They converse apart.) Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. Mar. Name it.
(word? Prin. Avaunt, perplexity? What shall we do, Dum, Fair lady,
If they return in their own shapes to woo ? Mar.
Say you so ? Fair lord, - Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, Take that for your fair lady.
Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd: Dum,
Please it you,
Let us complain to them what fools were here, As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; (They converse apart.) | And wonder, what they were; and to what end Kath. What, was your visor made without a Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, tongue?
And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Should be presented at our tent to us.
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at hand. I dare not call them fools; but this I think, Prir. Whip to our tents, as roes ran over land. When they are thirsty, fools would fain have [Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria.
Biron. This jest is dry to me.-Fair, gentle Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and
sweet, DUMAIN, in their proper habits.
Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we greet King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the By light we lose light: Your capacity
With eyes best seeing heaven's fery eye, princess ? Boyet. Gone to her tent: Please it yogr majesty, Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor.
Is of that nature, that to your huge store Command me any service to her thither?
Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one
am a fool, and full of poverty. Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.
Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong,
[Exit. Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas;
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess. And utters it again, when God doth please :
Ros. All the fool mine? He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares
I cannot give you less. At wakes, and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs ;
Ros. Which of the visors was it that you wore? And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
Biron. Where? when ? what visor ? why demand Have not the grace to grace it with such show. This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous case, Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve:
That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he That kiss'd away his hand in coartesy;
King. We are descried : they'll mock us now
downright. This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
Prin. Amaz’d, my lord? Why looks your highIn honourable terms; nay, he can sing
ness sad? A mean most meanly; and, in ushering,
Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon? Why Mend bim who can: the ladies call himn, sweet;
look you pale ? The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet : This is the flower that smiles on every one,
Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for To show his teeth as white as whales bone :
perjury. And consciences, that will not die in debt,
Can any face of brass hold longer out ? Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
Here stand'I, lady ; dart thy skill at me; King. A blister on bis sweet tongue, with my
Bruiseme with scorn, confound me with a sout; heart,
Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; That put Armado's page out of his part !
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; Enter the Princess, ushered by Boyet; Rosaline, And I will wish thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Russian habit wait.
O!'never will I trust to speeches penn'd, Biron. See where it comes !-Bebaviour, what Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; wert thon,
Nor never come in visor to my friend;
King. All bail, sweet madam, and fair time of day! Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation,
I do forswear them: and I here protest, To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then. By this white glove, (how wbite the hand, God Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men.
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes: King. Rebake me not for that which you provoke; And, to begin, wench,--so God help me, la!
The virtue of your eye must break my oath. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw. Prir. You nick-name virtue : vice you should Ros. Sans SANS, I pray you. have spoke;
Yet I have a trick For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Of the old rage:--bear with me, I am sick; Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;As the unsullied lily, I protest,
Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; A world of tornents though I should endure, They are infected, in their hearts it lies;
I would not yield to be your house's guest : They have the plagae, and caught it of your eyes : So much I hate a breaking cause to be
These lords are visited; you are not free, Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see. King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here, Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
to us. Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear ; Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us.
Webave had pastimes here, and pleasant game; Ros. It is not so; for how can this be true, A mess of Russians left us but of late.
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue? king. How, madam? Russians ?
Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. Prin.
Ay, in truth, my lord; Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. Ros. Madam, speak true:--It is not so, my lord; King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rade My lady, (to the inanver of the days,)
transgression In courtesy, gives undeserving praise.
Some fair excuse. We four, indeed, confronted here with four
The fairest is confession. In Russian habit; here they stay'd an hour, Were you not here, but even now, disgais'd ? And talk'd apace; aod in that hour, my lord, King. Madam, I was. They did not bless us with one happy word.
And were you well advisd ?
King. I was, fair madam.
Biron. How much is it? Prin.
When you then were here, Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the What did you whisper in your lady's ear?
actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount: King. That more than all the world I did respect for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parher.
fect one man,-e'en one poor man ; Pompion the Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re
great, sir. ject her.
Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ? King. Upon mine honour, no.
Cost. It pleased them to think me worthy of
Peace, peace, forbear; Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know
Biron. Go, bid them prepare.
[Exit Costard. Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear King. Birón, they will shame us, let them not As precious eye-sight; and did value me
approach, Above this world: adding thereto, moreover, Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord : and 'tis That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
some policy Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord To have one show worse than the king's and his Most honourably doth aphold his word.
company. King. What mean you, madam? by my life, my King. I say, they shall not come.
Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you I never swore this lady such an oath.
That sport best pleases, that doth least know how :
Die in the zeal of them which it presents,
When great things labouring perisb in their birth.
thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,)
(Armado converses with the King, and delivers To dash it like a Christmas comedy:
him a paper.)
Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making.
To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, narch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceed-
ing fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain : But The ladies did change favours; and then we, we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. Following the sigus, woo'd but the sign of she.
I wish you the peace of mind, most royal coupleNow, to our perjury to add more terror,
[Exit Armado. We are again forsworn; in will, and error.
King. Here is like to be a good presence of worMuch upon this it is :- And might not you, thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain,
(To Boyet.) Pompey the great ; the parish curate, Alexander; Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Armado's page, Hercules ; the pedant, Judas Ma-
And if these four worthies in their first show thrive,
other five. You put our page out: Go, you are allow'd;
Biron. There is five in the first show. Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye,
Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedgeWounds like a leaden sword.
priest, the fool, and the boy :Boyet.
Full merrily Abate a throw at noyum; and the whole world
(vein. Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have Cannot prick out five such, take each one in his done.
King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes
(Seats brought for the King, Princess, &c.)
Pageant of the Nine Worthies.
Enter CostaRD arm’d, for Pompey.
Cost. I Pompey am,
You lie, you are not he. Biron.
And three times thrice is nine. Cost. I Pompey amCost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope Boyet.
With libbard's head on knee. it is not so:
Biron. Well said, old mocker; I must needs be You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we friends with thee. know what we know:
Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the big ; I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,
Dum. The great. Biron.
Is not nine. Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil
great ; it doth amount.
[nine. That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for
foe to sweat : Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get And travelling along this coast, I here am come by
your living by reckoning, sir.