Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL Holofernes. Satis quod sufficit. Nathaniel. I praise God for you, sir; your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious, pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse this quon 99 816244 dam day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Holofernes. Novi hominem tanquam te; his humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it. Nathaniel. A most singular and choice epithet. 14 [Draws out his table-book. Holofernes. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasimes, such insociable and point-device companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak dout, fine, when he should say 20 doubt; det, when he should pronounce debt, d, e, b, t, not d, e, t; he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur nebour; neigh abbreviated ne. This is abhominable, which he would call abominable; it insinuateth me of insanire. Ne intelligis, domine? to make frantic, lunatic. Nathaniel. Laus Deo, bone, intelligo. Holofernes. Bone! - bone for bene! Priscian a little scratched; 't will serve. Nathaniel. Videsne quis venit? Holofernes. Video, et gaudeo. Enter ARMADO, MOTH, and COSTARD Armado. Chirrah! 30 [To Moth. Holofernes. Quare chirrah, not sirrah? Armado. Men of peace, well encountered. Moth. [Aside to Costard] They have been at a great feast of languages and stolen the scraps. Costard. O, they have lived long on the almsbasket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus; thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon. Moth. Peace! the peal begins. Armado. [To Holofernes] Monsieur, are you not lettered? Moth. Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book. What is a, b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head? Holofernes. Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. Moth. Ba, most silly sheep with a horn! You hear his learning. Holofernes. Quis, quis, thou consonant? Moth. The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I. Holofernes. I will repeat them, — a, e, i, — Moth. The sheep; the other two concludes it, o, u. Armado. Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venue of wit! snip, snap, quick and home! it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit! 42 51 61 Moth. Offered by a child to an old man, which is wit-old. Holofernes. What is the figure? what is the figure? Moth. Horns. Holofernes. Thou disputest like an infant; go, whip thy gig. Moth. Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circum circa, a cuckold's horn. a gig of Costard. An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread. Hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou hast it ad dunghill, at the finger's ends, as they say. Holofernes. O, I smell false Latin,- dunghill for unguem ! Armado. Arts-man, preambulate; we will be singled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? Holofernes. Or mons, the hill. Armado. At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. Holofernes. I do, sans question. Armado. Sir, it is the king's most sweet pleasure and affection to congratulate the princess at her pavilion in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. 70 80 90 Holofernes. The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon; the word is well culled, choice, sweet, and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure. Armado. Sır, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar, 1 do assure ye, very good friend; for what is inward between us, let it pass. I do beseech thee, remember thy courtesy, -I beseech thee, apparel thy head; - and among other importunate and most serious designs, and of great import indeed, 100 too, but let that pass; for I must tell thee, it will please his grace, by the world, sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder, and with his royal finger, thus, dally with my excrement, with my mustachio, – but, sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable; some certain special honours it pleaseth his greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the world, — but let The very all of all is, but, sweet heart, that pass. I do implore secrecy, - that the king would have me 110 present the princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antique, or firework. Now, understanding that the curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions and sudden breaking out of mirth, as it were, I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your assistance. Holofernes. Sir, you shall present before her the Nine Worthies. Sir Nathaniel, as concerning some |