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Arm. Peace! The armipotent Mars, of lances, the al

mighty, Gave Hector a gift, the heir of llion; 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,

840 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 ; [To the Princess.] sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing. Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are inuch de

lighted.
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 mean'st 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.

850 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.

862 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 Ates, more Ates; stir them on, stir them on! Dum. Hector will challenge him.

870 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't by the sword :--I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.

Dum. Room for the incensed worthics.
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 uncasiny for the combat? What mean you, you will lose your reputation. 882

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.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen : 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.

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Enter MERCADE.

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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, Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father

Prin. Dead, for my life.
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 days of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.

[ Exeunt 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, 910 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.-Farewel, worthy lord !
A heavy heart bears not an 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 forms All causes to the purpose of his speed;

921 And often, at his very loose, decides That which long process could not arbitrate : And though the mourning brow of progeny Forbid the smiling courtesy of love The holy suit which fain it would convince; Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it From what it purpos'd ; since, to wail friends lost, Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, 930 As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Prin. I understand you not, my griefs are double. Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear 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 Even to the opposed end of our intents: And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, As love is full of unbefitting strains ; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ; Form’d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forms,

Varying

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Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance :
Which party-coated presence of loose love,
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have misbecom’d our oaths and gravities,
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,
Suggested us to make : Therefore, ladies, 950
Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,
By being once false for ever to be true
To those that make us both, fair ladies, you;
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love;
Your favours, the embassadors of love ;
And, in our maiden council, rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
As bombast and as lining to the time :
But more devout than this, in our respects,
Have we not been; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Dum. Our letters, madam, shew'd much more than

jest.
Long. So did our looks.
Ros. We did not quote them so.

King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Grant us your loves.
Prin. A time, methinks, too short

970 To make a world-without-end bargain in : No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,

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