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That hid the worse, and few'd the better face.
King. We are defcried; they'll mock us now downright.
Reja. Help, hold his brows, he'll swoon: why look you
Can any face of brass hold longer out? Here stand l, Lady, dart thy skill at me;
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout, Thruit thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance;
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will with thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Russian habit wait. O! never will I trust to speeches pen’d,
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; Nor never come in vizor to my friend,
Nor woo in rhime like a blind harper's fong; Taffata-phrafes, filken terms precise,
Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation. Figures pedantical, thefe fummer-flies,
Have blown me full of maggot oftentation, I do forswear them; and I here protest,
By this white glove, (how white the hand, God
In ruffet yeas, and honeit kersy noes :
Raja. Sans, fans, I pray you.
Biron. Yet I have a trick
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us.
Rosa. It is not so; for how can this be true,
stand forfeit, being those that fue ?
King. Teach us,sweet Madam, forourrude transgression
Prin. The faireft is confeffion.
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect her,
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear:
King. Despise me when I break this oath of mine,
Prin. I will, and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
Rifa. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble Lord
King. What mean you, Madam? by my life, my troth, I never swore this Lady such an oath.
Rofa. By heav'n, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this: but take it, Sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, to th' Princess I did give ;
Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did the wear :
Birry. Neither of either ; I remit both twain.
And laugh upon the apple of her eye,
Holding a trencher, jefting merrily?
Boyet. Full merrily
Cost. O Lord, Sir, they would know
Biron. What, are there but three ?
Coft.. No, Sir, but it is vara fine ? For every one pursents three.
Biron. And three times thrice is nine ?
(48) That smiles bis cheek in years,] Thus the whole set of impresa fions: but I canngi for my heart coinprehend the sense of this phrase. I am persuadid, I have reftor'd the poets word and meaning. Boyet's 'character was that of a ficerer, jeerer, mocker, carping blade.
Cost. Not so, Sir, under correction, Sir; I hope, it it is not fo. You cannot beg us, Sir; I can assure you, Sir, we know what we know: I hope, three times thrice, Sir
Biron. Is not nine.
Çoft. Under correction, Sir; we know whereuntil it doth amount.
Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
Coft. O Lord, Sir, it were pity you Mould get your living by reckoning, Sir.
Biron. How much is it?
Coft. O Lord, Sir, the parties themselves, the actors, Sir, will thew whereuntil it doth amount; for my own part, I am, as they say, but to perfect one man in one poor man, Pompion the Great, Sir.
Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ?
Coft. It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion. the great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand for him.
Biron. Go bid them prepare.
Cost. We will turn it finely off, Sir, we will take some care.
King. Biron, they will shame us; let them not approach.
Exit Coit. Biron. We are shame-proof, my Lord; and’ris some
policy To have one thow worse than the King's and his company.
King. I say, they shall not come.
Prin. Nay, my good Lord, let me o’er-rüle you now; That sport best pleases, that doth least know how. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Dies in the zeal of that which it presents ; Their form, confounded, makes moft form in mirth ; When great things, labouring, perish in their birth. Biron. A right description of our sport, my Lord.
Enter Armado. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expence of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. Prin. Doth this man ferve God?
Biron. Why ask you ?
Arm. That's all one, my fair sweet honey monarch; for, I proteft, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical; too, 100 vain ; too, tco vain : but we will put it, as they say, to fortuna de la guerra. I wish you the peace of mind, moft royal cupplement.
King. Here is like to be a good presence of worthies : he presents Plector of Troy, the swain Pompey the Great, the parish-curate Alexander, Armado's page Her cules, the pedant Judas Machabeus. And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other five.
Diron. There are five in the first show.
the fool, and the boy.
Evier Coftard for Pompey.
Biion. Well said, old mocker : I must needs be friends with thee.
Cot. I Pompey am, Pompey furnam’d the Big.
Cot. It is Great, Sir ; Pompey, surnam'd the Great ; Wat oft in field, with targe and field,
Did make my foe to sweat: And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance ; And lay my arms before the legs of this fu'eet loss of France. If your Ladyship would say, “thanks Pompey, I had done.
(49) with Libbard's bead on knee.] This alludes to thofe oldfashion'd garments, upon the knees and elbows of which it was frequent to have, by way of ornament, a Leopard's, or Lion's head. This accoutrement the French call'd une masquine,