Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber'd. Dum. More calf, certain. Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. Biron. This cannot be Hector. Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, Gave Hector a gift, Dum. A gilt nutmeg. Biron. A lemon. Long. Stuck with cloves. Dum. No, cloven. Arm. Peace! The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, yea I am that flower, Dum. Long. That mint. That columbine. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Long. I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector. 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: Sweet royalty, [to the Princess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing. [BIRON whispers COSTARD. Prin. Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted. 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 meanest 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. 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. Dum. Most rare Pompey! Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge! Dum. Hector trembles. t Biron. Pompey is mov'd:-More Ates, more Ates; stir them on! stir them on! Dum. Hector will challenge him. 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 it by the sword :-I pray you, let me borrow my arms again. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. 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 uncasing for the combat? What mean you? you will lose your reputation. 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. t More Ates ;] That is, more instigation. Ate was the mischievous goddess that incited bloodshed.-JOHNSON. u like a northern man ;] Vir borealis, a clown. woolward-] To go woolward I believe was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries.-T. WARTON. 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. Enter MERCADE. 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 fatherPrin. 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 day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. King. How fares your majesty? [Exeunt Worthies. 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, Z Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe King. The extreme parts of time extremely form And often, at his very loose, decides That which long process could not arbitrate: y liberal-] Free to excess. 2 In the converse of breath,] Perhaps converse may, in this line, mean interchange.-JOHNSON. a And often, at his very loose, decides, &c.] At his very loose, may mean ut the moment of his parting, i. e. of his getting loose, or away from us.- -STEEVENS. And though the mourning brow of progeny The holy suit which fain it would convince ; From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends lost, 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 And by these badges understand the king. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, [grief; Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you: Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; b which fain it would convince;] I believe that the words which fain it would convince, mean what it would wish to succeed in obtaining.-M. MASON. c I understand you not; my griefs are double.] I suppose, she means, 1. On account of the death of her father; 2. On account of not understanding the king's meaning.-MALONE. d Suggested us-] That is, tempted us.-JOHNSON. And, in our maiden council, rated them Have we not been; and therefore met your loves Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more than jest. Ros. Grant us your loves. We did not quote them so. A time, methinks, too short Prin. Change not your offer made in heat of blood; But that it bear this trial, and last love;f Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, For the remembrance of my father's death. King, If this, or more than this, I would deny, e As bombast,] Bombast was a kind of loose texture not unlike what is now called wadding, used to give the dresses of that time bulk and protuberance, without much increase of weight.-JOHNSON. f and last love:] Means, if to continue to be love.—STEEVENS. |