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Cost, o lord, Sir, they would know
Biron. What, are there but three ?
Cost. No, Sir, but it is vara fine;
Biron. And three times three is nine ?
Cost. Not so, Sir, under corredion, Sir; I hope, 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.
Coft. Under corre&ion, Sir, we know where until it doth amount.
Biron. By Jove, I always took three.threes for nine.
Cor. o lord, Sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, Sir.
Biron. How much is it?
Cost. O lord, Sir, the parties themselves, the actors, Sir, will shew 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 Pontpion 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 'tis
some policy To have one Show worse than the King's and his Company.
King. I say, they shall not come.
Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'er-rule you now;
SC EN E IX.
I expence of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words.
Prin. Doth this man serve God ?
Arni. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantaltical; too, too vain; too, too vain : but we will put it, as they say, to fortuna de la guerra. I wish you ihe peace of mind, most royal coupplement.
King. Here is like to be a good presence of Wor-
the fool, and the boy.
Enter Costard for Pompey.
Biron. Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends with thee.
Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the Big.
Cost. It is Great, Sir; Pompey, Jurnani d the Great;
Did make my foe to sweat :
Coft. 'Tis not so much worth; but, I hope, I was perfect. I made a little fault in great..
Biron. My hat to a half-penny, Pompey proves the best Worthy:
Enter Nathaniel for Alexander.
stands too right. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender
Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's
Biron. Take away the Conqueror, take away Alifander.
Cost. O Sir, you have overthrown Alifander the Conqueror. [to Nath.] You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this; your lion, that holds the pollax fitting on a close-stool, will be given to A-jax; he will be then the ninth Worthy. A Conqueror, and afraid to fpcak? run away for shame, Alisander. There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest
and foon dash'd. He is a marvellous good neighbour, infooth, and a very good bowler; but for Alifander, alas, you see, how 'tis a little o'erparted: but there are Worthies a coming will speak their mind in some other fort.
Biron, Stand aside, good Pompey.
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus:
Hol. Judas I am.
Hol. Not Iscariot, Sir;
Dum. Judas Machabeus clipt, is plain Judas.
Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer;
tenance. Hol. You have put me out of countenance. Biron. False; we have given thee faces.
Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.
Boyet. Therefore as he is an ass, let him go.
Dum. For the latter end of his name.
he may stumble. Prin. Alas! poor Machabeus, how he hath been baited!
Enter Armado. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles, here comes Hector in arms,
Dum. Tho' my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry