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 surnam'd the great; That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat:

And,travelling along this coast, Ihere 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 arm'd, 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 stands too right."

Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tendersmelling knight.

Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed, good Alexander.

Nath. 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 Costárd.

Biron.Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander. Cost. O, 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-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax :8 he will

[6] It should be remembered to relish this joke, that the head of Alexander was placed obliquely on his shoulders. STEEVENS.

[7] This allu les to the arms given in the old history of the Nine Worthies, to Alexander, the which did beare geules, a lion, or seiante in a chayer, holding a battle-ax argent." Leigh's Accidence of Armory, 1597. TOLLÉT. [8] There is a conceit of Ajax and a jakes. JOHNSON.

be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afeard 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 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'erparted:9-But there are worthies a coming will speak their mind in some other sort.

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.

Enter HOLOFERNES arm'd, for Judas, and MOTH arm'd, 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.—

Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [Exit MOTH. Hol. Judas 1am,

Dum. A Judas!

Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.—

Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus.

Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas.
Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou prov'dJudas?

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.

[9] That is, the part or character allotted to him in this piece is too considerable. MAL.

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.
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 baited!

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 now be merry.

King. Hector was but a Trojan2 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,

Biron. This cannot be Hector.

Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,3 Gave Hector a gift,

Dum. A gilt nutmeg.

Biron. A lemon,

Long. Stuck with cloves.

[2] A Trojan, I believe, was in the time of Shakspeare, a cant term for a thief So, in King Henry IV. P. I. "Tut, there are other Trojans that thou dream'st not of. &c. STEEV. [3] i. e. of lance-men. STEEV.

[4] An orange stuck with cloves appears to have been a common newyear's gift. A gilt nutmeg is mentioned by Ben Jonson as a present on the same occasion. The use, however,of an orange, &c. may be ascertained from The Second Booke of Notable Thinges, by Thomas Lupton, 4to. bl. 1: "Wyne wyll be pleasant in taste and savour if an orenge or a Lymon (stickt round about with Cloaves) be hanged within the vesself that it touche not the wyne. And so the wyne wyll be preserved from foystines and evyll savour."

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, yea
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.

I am that flower,

Dum. That mint.

Long. 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 Princess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing. [BIRON whispers COSTARD. Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted. Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.

Boyet. Loves her 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 months on her way.

Arm. What meanest thou?

Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours.

Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt die.

Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaquenetta 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'd:-More Atès, more Atès; 5 stir them or stir them on!

Dum. Hector will challenge him.

[5] That is, more instigation. Ate was the mischievous goddess that incited bloodshed. JOHNSON.

Biron. Ay, if he 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 man; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:-I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.6

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 ge woolward for penance.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen :7 since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that a' wears next his heart, for a favour.

Enter MERCADE.

Mer. God save you, madam!
Prin. Welcome, Mercade;

But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.

Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring

[6] The weapons and armour which he wore in the character of Pompey. JOHNSON. [7] This may possibly allude to a story well known in our author's time, to this ffect:-A Spaniard at Rome falling in a duel, as he lay expiring, an intimate friend, by chance, came by, and offered him his best services. The dying man told him he had but one request to make him, but conjured him, by the memory of their past friendship, punctually to comply with it, which was, not to suffer him to be stript, but to bury him as he lay in the habit he then had on When this as promised, the Spaniard closed his eyes, and expired with great composure and esignation. But his friend's curiosity prevailing over his good faith, he had him stript, and found, to his great surprise, that he was without a shit. WARB.

To go woolward, I believe was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries. Skinner derives woolward from the Saxon wol plague, secondarily any great distress, and weard. toward. Thus, says he, it signifies, "in magno discrimine & expectatione magni mali constitutus." 1 rather think it should be written woolward,and that it means clothed in wool, and not in linen. T. WARTON.