Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of words. [Converses apart with the King, and delivers him a paper. Prin. Doth this man serve God? Biron. Why ask you? Prin. He speaks not like a man of God's making. Worthies. He presents Hector of Troy; 540 And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other five. Biron. There is five in the first show. King. You are deceived; 'tis not so. Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool and the boy: Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again 546. "Throw at novum"; a game at dice, properly called novem quinque, from the principal throws being nine and five. Abate obviously means, leave out or except.-H, N, H. Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein. King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain. Enter Costard, for Pompey. Cost. I Pompey am, Boyet. You lie, you are not he. With libbard's head on knee. 550 Cost. I Pompey am, Boyet. Biron. Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends with thee. Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big,Dum. The Great. Pompey surnamed the Great; That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat: And traveling along this coast, I here am come by chance, And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France. If your ladyship would say, "Thanks, Pompey,' I had done. Prin. Great thanks, Great Pompey. Cost. "Tis not so much worth, but I hope I was 560 perfect: I made a little fault in 'Great.' Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy. 550. This alludes to the old heroic habits, which, on the knees and shoulders, had sometimes by way of ornament the resemblance of a leopard's or lion's head.-H. N. H. Enter Sir Nathaniel, for Alexander. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander; By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might; My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander, Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too right. Biron. Your nose smells 'no' in this, most tendersmelling knight. Prin. The conqueror is dismayed. Proceed, good Alexander. Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander, 570 Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisan der. Biron. Pompey the Great, Cost. Your servant, and Costard. Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Cost. [To Sir Nath.] O, sir, you have over- "Lion. close-stool"; this alludes to the arms given, in the old history of the Nine Worthies, to Alexander, "the which did bear geules a lion or, seiante in a chayer, holding a battle-axe argent." There is a conceit of Ajax and a jackes, by no means uncommon at the time.-H. N. H. Hol. "Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Whose club killed Cerberus, that three-headed canis;" Love's Labor's Lost. Act 5, Scene 2. |