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And shape his service wholly to my behests; Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear;
And make him proud to make me proud that jests! And then the king will court thee for his dear;
So porienl-like would I o'ersway his state, Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine ;
Thi he should be my tool, and I his fa'c. So shall Birón take ina for Rosaline. -
Prin. None are so surciy caught, when they are And change you favours too; so shall your loves

Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.
As wit turn'd tool: Colly, in visdom hateh'd, Ros. Come on then; wearthefavours most in sight.
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; Kath. But, in this changing, what is your intent?
And wit's own grace to zruce a learned fool. Prin. The etfect of my intent is, to cross theirs :
Ros. The blood of youih burns nut wiih such They do it but in mocking merriment;

And mock for mock is only my intent.
As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

Their several counsels they unbosom shal}
Mar. Folly in vols bears not so strong a nute, To loves mistook; and so be mock'd withal,
As soolery in the wise, when wit doth dole, Upon the next occasion that we meet,
Since all the power thereof it doth apply,

With visages display'd, to talk, and greet.
To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.

Rus. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't! Enter Boyet.

Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot :

Nor to their penn'd speech render we no grace; Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. But, while 'tís spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. 0, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's Boyet. Why, ihat contempt will kill the speaker's her grace?

heart, Prin. Thy news, Boyet ?

And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prepare, madam, prepare !--

Prin. Therefore I do it; and, I make no doubt,
Arm, wenches, arm; encounters mounied are The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out.
Against your peace :'Love dvih approach disguis'a, There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown;
Arm'd in arguments; you'll be surpris'd:

To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: Muster your wits ; stand in your own defence;

So shall we stay, mocking intended game; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly h nce.

And they, well inock'd, depart away with shame. Prin. Saint Denais to saint Cupid! What are

[Trumpeis sound within. they,

Boyet. The trumpet sounds ; be mask'd, the Thai charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.

maskers come.

| The ladies mask. Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,

Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, I though to close mine eyes some half an hour:

in Russian habits, and masked; Moth, musiWhen, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd rest,

cians, and allendants. Toward that shade I mighi bchold addrest The king and his companions: warily

Moth. All hail ! the richest beauties on the earth! I stole into a neighbour thicket by,

Boyet. Beauties no richer than rich tafleta. And overheard what you shall overhear;

Moth. I holy parcel of the fairest dames, That, by and.by, diszuis'd they will be here.

I'The ladies turn their backs to him. Their herald is a preity knavish pace,

That ever turn'd lheir-backs-to mort al views ! That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage: Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes. Action, and accent, did they teach him there; Moth. Thal ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views! Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear : OutAnd ever and anon they made a doubt,

Boyet. True ; out, indeed. Presence majestical would put him out:

Moth. Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, For, quoth the king, an angel shalt thou see ;

rouchsafe Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.

.Not to behold The boy replied, An angel is not evil;

Biron. Once to behold, rogue. I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil. Moth. Once to behold with your sun-beamed With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the eyes, ----roith your sun-beamed eyesshoulder ;

Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet ; Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. You were best call it, daughter-beamed eyes. One rubb'd his elbow, ihus; and tleer'd, and sworc, Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings A better speech was never spoke before:

me out. Another, with his finger and his thumb,

Biron. Is this your perfectness ? be gone, you Cry'd, Via! we will do'l, come what will come :

rogue. The third he caper'd, and cried, Ill goes well : Ros. What would these strangers ? know their The fourth turn'd on the too, and down he fell.

minds, Boyet : With that, they all did tumble on the ground, If they do speak our language, 'tis our will With such a zealous laughter, so profound, That some plain man recount their purposes: That in this spleen ridiculous appears,

Know what they would. To check their folly, passion's solemn tears. Boyel. What would you with the princess ?

Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ? Biron. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation.

Boyet. They do, they do; andare apparel'd thus,- Ros. What would they, say they?
Like Muscovites, or Russians: as I guess, Boyet. Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation,
Their purpose is to parle, to court, and dance: Ros. Why, that they have ; and bid them so be
And every one his love-feat will advance

gone. Unto his several mistress; which they'll know Boyet. She says, you have it, and you may be gone. By favours several which they did bestow.

King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles, *Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be To tread a measure with you on this grass. task'd :

Boyel. They say, that they have measur'd many For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd ;

a mile, And not a man of them shall have the grace, To tread a measure with you on this grass. Despite of suit, to see a lady's face.

Ros. It is not so: ask them how many inches


Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, Mar. Name it.
The measure then of one is easily told.


Fair lady, Boyel. If, to come hither you have measur'd miles, Mar.

Say you so ? Fair lord, And many miles; the princess bids you tell, Take that for your fair lady. How many inches do bill up one mile.


Please it you,
Biron. Teil her, we measure them by weary steps. As much in private, and I'll bid adieu.
Buyel. She hears herself.

(They converse apart. Ros.

How many weary steps, Kath. What, was your visor made without a Of many weary miles you have o'ergone,

tongue ? Are number'd in the travel of one mile?

Long. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you, Kath. O, for your reason? quickly, sir; I long. Our duty is so rich, so intinite,

Long. You have a double icague within your That we may do it still without accompt.

mask, Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, And would afford my speechless visor hall. That we, like savages, may worship it.

Kath. Veal, quoth the Dutchman ;-Is not real Ros. My face is but a moon, and clouded too.

a cali? King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Long. A calf, fair lady? Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine Kath.

No, a fair lord call. (Those cl juds remov'd, upon our wat’ry eyne. Long. Let's part the word. Ros. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;


No, I'll not be your half: Thou now request'st but moonshine in the water. Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. King. Then, in our measure do but vouchsat Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these one change :

sharp mocks! Thou bid'st me beg, this begging is not strange. Will you give horns, chaste lady ? do not so. Ros. Play, music, then : nay, you must do it Kain. Then die a call, before your horns do grow.

(Music plays. Long. One word in private with you, ere I die. Not yet ;-no dance:-thus change I like the moon. Kath. Bleat sofìly then, the butcher hears you King. Will you not dance? How come you thus


[They converse apart. estrang'u?

Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as Ros. You took the moon at full; but now she's

keen chang'il.

As is the razor's edge invisible, King. Yet suill she is the moon, and I the man. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; The music plays; vouchsafe sowe motion to it. Above the sense of sense: so sensible Rus. Our ears vouchsafe it.

Seemcth their conference; their conceits have King.

But your lers should do it. wings, Ros. Since you are strangers, and come here by Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swister chance,

things. We'll not be nice: take hands ;- ; -- we will not dance. Ros. Not one word more, my maids; break off, King. Why take we hands then ?

break ofi. Ros.

Only to part friends :- Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! Court'sy, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends. king. Farewell, mad wenches; you have simple King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.

wits. Ros. We can afford no more at such a price.

(Exeunt King, Lords, Moth, music, King. Prize you yourselves; What buys your

and altendants. company ?

Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.Ros. Your absence only.

Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at ? King.

That can never be. Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths Ros. Then cannot we bc bought: and so adieu; pufid out. Twice to your visor, and half once to you!

Ros. Well-liking wits they have ; gross, gross King. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. fat, fat. Ros. In private then.

Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout! King.

I am best pleas'd with that. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night?

(They converse aparl. Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ? Biron. White-handed mistress, one sweet word This pert Birón was out of countenance quite. with thee.

Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! Prin. Honey, and milk, and sugar; there is The king was weeping-ripe for a good word. three.

Prin. Birón did swear himself out of all suit. Biron. Nay then, two treys (an if you grow so Mur. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : nice,)

No point,a quoth I: my servant straight was mute. Metherlin, wort, and malmsey ;-Well run, dice! Kail. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart; There's half a dozen sweets.

And trow you, what he cali'd me?
Seventh sweet, adieu ! Prin.

Qualm, perhaps.
Since you can cot,' I'll play no more with you. Kath. Yes, in good faith.
Biron. One word in secret.


Go, sickness as thou art! Prin.

Let it not be sweet. Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statuleBiron. Thou griev'st my gall. Prin.

Gall? bitter. But will you hear ? the king is my love sworn. Biron.

Therefore meet. Prin. And quick Birón hath plighted faith to me.

[They converse apart. Kalh. And Longaville was for my service born. Dum. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. word)

Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:

Immediately they will again be here (1) Falsify dice, lie. iz) A quibble on the French adverb of negation. (3) Better wits may be found among citizons,




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King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. They will digest this harsh indignity.

Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. Prim. Will they return ?

King. We came to visit you; and purpose now Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then. And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows:

Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your Therefore, change lavours;' and when they repair, Blow like sweet roses in the summer air.

Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. Prin. How blow ? how blow ? speak to be un- King. Rebuke mé not sor that which you pro

derstood. Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud : The virtue of your eye must break my oath. Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Prin. You nick-name virtue: vice you should Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown.

have spoke; Prin: Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. If they return in their own sliapes to woo? Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure Ros. Good madam, is by me you'll be advis'd,

As the unsullied lily, I protest, Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd: A world of torments though I should endure, Let us complain to them what fools were here, I would not yield to be your house's guest; Disguis'd like Muscovitcs, in shapeless? gear;

So much I hate a breaking cause to be And wonder what they were ; and to what end Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity. Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn’d, King. 0, you have liv'd in desolation here, And their rough carriage so 'ridiculous,

Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Should be presented at our nt to us.

Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear. Boyel. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; hand.

A mess of Russians left us but of late. Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land. King. How, madam? Russians ? (Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria. Prin.

Ay, in truth, my lord;

Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state. Enler The King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, Ros. Madain, speak true : It is not so, my lord ; in their proper habits.

My lady (to the manner of the days, King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the In courtesy, gives undeserving praise. princess?

We four, indced, confronted here with four Boyel. Gone to her tent: Please it your majesty, In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, Command me any service to her thither? And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one They did not bless us with one happy word. word.

I dare not call them fools ; but this I think, Boyel. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. When they are thirsty, fools would sain have drink.


Biron. This jest is dry to me-Fair, gentle Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we greet

peas ; And utters it again when God doth please: With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, He is wit's pedlar; and retails his wares

By light we lose lighi : Your capacity At wakes, and wassels,meetings, markets, fairs; Is of that nature, that to your huge store And we that sell by gross, the Lord doih know, Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. Have not the grace to grace with such show. Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;

eye, Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve:

Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he, Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong, That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;.

It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. This is the ape or form, monsieur the nice, Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess. That when he plays at tables, chides the dice, Ros. All the fool miné ? In honourable terms! nay, he can sing


I cannot give you less. A mean most meanly; and, in ushering,

Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you worc? Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet; Biron. Where? when? what 'visor ? why deThe stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet :

mand you this? This is the flower that smiles on every one,

Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous case, To show his teeth as white as whale's bone :: That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. And consciences, that will not die in debt,

King. We are descried: they'll mock us now Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.

downright. King. A blister on his swcet tongue, with my Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. heart,

Prin. Amaz’d, my lord ? Why looks your highThat put Armado's page out of his part !

ness sad?

Ros. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why Enter the Princess, usher'd by Boyet; Rosaline, look you pale ? Maria, Katharine, and attenılants.

Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for wert thou,

perjury. Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? Can any face of brass hold longer out ? King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of Here stand ), lady; dart thy skill at me;. day!

Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Prin. Fair, in all hail, is soul, as I conceive. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance ;

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; (1) Features, countenances. (2) Uncouth. 13) Rustic merry-meetings.

(5) The tooth of the horse-whale. (1) The tonor in music.

(6) After the fashion of the times.


And I will wish thee never more to dance, I see the trick on't ;-Here was a consent

Nor never more in Russian habit wait. (Knowing aforehand of our merriment,) 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, To dash it like a Christmas comedy:

Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ; Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight Nor never come in visor to my friend';'

Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

Dick,Three-pil'd'hyperboles, spruce affectation, That smiles his cheek in years; and knows the trick Figures pedantical; these summer-flies

To make my lady laugh, when she's disposid, Have blown me full of maggot ostentation : Told our intents before: Which once disclos'd, I do forswear them: and I here protest,

The ladies did change favours; and then we, By this white glore, (how white the hand, God Following the signs, wood but the sign of she. knows!)

Now, to our perjury to add more terror, Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd We are again forsworn; in will, and error.

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes : Much upon this it is:And might not you, And, to begin, wench,-So God help me, la l

[To Boyet. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or tlaw. Forestal our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.

Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, Biron.

Yet I have a trick And laugh upon the apple of her eye ? of the old rage:-bear with me, I am sick; And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, l'il leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;

Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three ; You put our page out: Go, you are alluw'd; They are infected, in their hearts it lies; Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes : You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, These lords are visited; you are not free, Wounds like a leaden sword. For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.


Full merrily Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. to us.

Biron. Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. doné. Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true,

Enter Costard. That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?

Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you. Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.

Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know, Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. end.

Biron. What, are there but thrce. King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude


No, sir ; but it is vara fine, transgression

For every one pursents three. Some fair excuse.


And three times thrice is nine. Prin

The fairest is confession. Cost. Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope, Were you not here, but even now, disguis’d ?

it is not so: King. Madam, I was.

You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we Prin.

And were you well advis'd ? know what we know :
King. I was, fair madam.

I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,-
When you then were here, Biron

Is not nine. What did you whisper in your lady's ear?

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereunti King. That more than all the world I did respect it doth amount. her.

Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will re

nine. ject her.

Cost. O Lord, sir, it were 'pity you should get King. Upon mine honour, no.

your living, by reckoning, sir. Prin.

Peace, peace, forbear; Biron. How much is it ? Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the

King. Despise me, when I break this oath of mine. actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount:

Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosaline, for my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect What did the Russian whisper in your car ? one man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion the great,

Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear sir. As precious eye-sight; and did value me

Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ? Above this world : adding thereto, moreover, Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of That he would wed me, or else die my lover. Pompion the great : for mine own part, I know not

Prin. God give thee joy of him ! ihe noble lord the degree of the worthy: but I am io stand for him. Most honourably doth uphold his word.

Biron. Go, bid them prepare. King. What mean you, madam ? by my life, my Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will take troth,

(Exil Costard. I never swore this lady such an oath.

King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not Ros. By heaven, you did ; and to confirm it plain, approach. You gave me this : but take it, sir, again.

Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'tis King. My faith, and this, the princess I did give; some policy I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.

To have one show worse than the king's and his Prin. Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear;

company. And lord Birón, I thank him, is my dear :-. King. I say, they shall not come. What ; will you have me, or your pearl again? Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you Biron. Neither of either; I remit both twain.

now; (1) Mistress. (2) Make no difficulty. (3) Conspiracy. (4) Buffoon. (5) Rule.


some care.

him a paper.

That sport best pleases, that doth least know how: My’scutcheon plain declares, that I am Alisander, Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Boyet. Your' nose says, nó, you are not; for it Die in the zeal of them which it presents,

stands too right. Their form confounded makes most form in mirth; Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tenWhen great things labouring perish in their birih. der-smelling knight. Biron. A right description of our sport, my lord. Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd : Proceed,

good Alexander. Enter Armado.

Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the

world's commander ;-Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words.

Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Ali

sander. (Armado converses with the king, and delivers

Biron. Pompey the great,Prin. Doth ihis man serve God ?


Your servant, and Costárd. Biron. Why esk you?

Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. Alisander. Arm. That's all one, my fuir, sweet, honey Alisander ihe conqueror ? You will be scraped out

Cost. O, sir, (To Nath.) you have overthrown monarch: for, I protest, the school-master is excecding fantastical; too, too vain ; too, too vain : of the painted cloth for this : your lion, that holds But we will put it, as they say, to fortuna della his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool, wil be given to guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, most royal A-jax, he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, couplement !

[Erit Armado. and afеard to speak! run away for shame, AlisanKing. Here is like to be a good presence of wor

der. (Nath, retires.] There, an't shall please you thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain,

a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbour, Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas in sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for AlisanMachabæus.

der, alas, you see, how 'tis ;-a little o'erparted :And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, But there are worthies a coming will speak their These four will change habits, and present the mind in some other sort. other five.

Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey. Biron. There is five in the first show,

Enter Holofernes arin'd, for Judas, and Moth Kinz. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge

arm’d, for Hercules. priest, the fool, and the boy :

Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Abate a throw at novum;i and the whole world

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed again,

canus; Cannot pricks out five such, take each one in his vein. And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes

Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : amain.

Quoniam, he seemeth in minori'y, (Seats brought for the King, Princess, &c. Ergo, I come with this apology. Pageant of the Nine Worthies.

Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [Er. Moth.

Enter Costard Hol. Judas I an,arm’d, for Pompey.

Dum. A Judas! Cost. I Pompey am,

Hol. Not Iscariot, sir. Boyet.

You lie, you are not he. Judas I am, ycleped Blachabaus. Cost. I Pompey ani,

Dim. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Boyet. With libbard's head on knec.

Biron. A kissing traitor :-How art thou pror'd Biron. Well said, old mocker ; I must needs be

friends with thee.

Hol. Judas I am,-
Cost. I Pompeyana, Pompey surnam'd the big,- Dim. The more shame for you, Judas.
Dum. The great.

Hol. What mean you, sir ?
Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the

Boyel. To make Judas hang himself. great ;

Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder. That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd op my foe lo sweat :

an elder. And, travelling along this coast, I here am come Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. by chance ;

Biron. Because thou hast no face. And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass Hol. What is this? of France.

Boyet. A cittern head. If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I

Dim. The head of a bodkin.
had done.

Biron. A death's face in a ring.
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I

Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce was perfect: I made a little fault in, great.

Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Biron. My hat to a halspenny, Pompey proves Dim. The carv'd-bone face on a fask. the best worthy.

Biron. St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. Enter Nathaniel arm'd, for Alexander.

Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Biron. Ay, and worn in the capoi a tooth-drawer • Nath. When in the world I liv’d, I was the And now, forward; for we have put thee in counworld's commander;

tenance. By east, west, north, and south, I spreail my con- Hol. You have put me out of countenance. quering might :

Biron. False; we have given thee faces. 81) A game with dice. (2) Pick,

(4) An ornamental buckle for fastening has 3) A soldier's powder-hord.

Ibands, &c,


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