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"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,”—
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; 't is yours.
Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt die.
Cost. Then shall Hector be whipped, for Jaquenetta that is quick by him; and hanged, 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 moved :-More Ates, more Ates; stir them on! stir them on!
Dum. Hector will challenge him.
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.
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 for penance.a
Boyet. True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but a dishclout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour.
Mer. God save you, madam!
But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring Is heavy in my tongue. The king, your fatherPrin. Dead, for my life.
a Woolward, wanting the shirt, so as to leave the woollen cloth of the outer coat next the skin.
Mer. Even so; my tale is told.
Biron. 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. [Ex. 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 a humble tongue : Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks For my great suit so easily obtain'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:
The holy suit which fain it would convince;
From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ears of grief;
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 deform'd us, fashioning our humours
All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ;
To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you:
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love;
Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest.
We did not quote them so.
A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in :
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,
a Bombast, from bombagia, cotton wool used as stuffing.
Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore this,-
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
For the remembrance of my father's death.,
King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.
Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to me? Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me? Kath. A wife!-A beard, fair health, and honesty ; With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Kath. Not so, my lord ;-a twelvemonth and a day I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: Come when the king doth to my lady come, Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some.
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again.