1118Clo. By my troth most pleasant, how both did fit it.

1119Mar. A marke marueilous well shot, for they both

1120did hit.

1121Boy. A mark, O marke but that marke: a marke saies

1122my Lady.

1123Let the mark haue a pricke in't, to meat at, if it may be.

1124Mar. Wide a'th bow hand, yfaith your hand is out.

1125Clo. Indeede a'must shoote nearer, or heele ne're hit

1126the clout.

1127Boy. And if my hand be out, then belike your hand

1128is in.

1129Clo. Then will shee get the vpshoot by cleauing the

1130is in.

1131Ma. Come, come, you talke greasely, your lips grow

1132foule.

1133Clo. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir challenge her

1134to boule.

1135Boy. I feare too much rubbing: good night my good

1136Oule.

1137Clo. By my soule a Swaine, a most simple Clowne.

1138Lord, Lord, how the Ladies and I haue put him downe.

1139O my troth most sweete iests, most inconie vulgar wit,

1140When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were,

1141so fit.

1142Armathor ath to the side, O a most dainty man.

1143To see him walke before a Lady, and to beare her Fan.

1144To see him kisse his hand, and how most sweetly a will

1145sweare:

1146And his Page at other side, that handfull of wit,

1147Ah heauens, it is most patheticall nit.

1148Sowla, sowla. Exeunt.

1151Nat. Very reuerent sport truely, and done in the testi-

1152mony of a good conscience.

1153Ped. The Deare was (as you know) sanguis in blood,

1154ripe as a Pomwater, who now hangeth like a Iewell in

1155the eare of Celo the skie; the welken the heauen, and a-

1156non falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the soyle, the

1157land, the earth.

1158Curat. Nath. Truely M. Holofernes, the epythithes are

1159sweetly varied like a scholler at the least: but sir I assure

1160ye, it was a Bucke of the first head.

1161Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

1162Dul. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket.

1163Hol. Most barbarous intimation: yet a kinde of insi-

1164nuation, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as

1165it were replication, or rather ostentare, to show as it were

1166his inclination after his vndressed, vnpolished, vneduca-

1167ted, vnpruned, vntrained, or rather vnlettered, or rathe-

1168rest vnconfirmed fashion, to insert againe my haud credo

1169for a Deare.

1170Dul. I said the Deare was not a haud credo, 'twas a

1171Pricket.

1172Hol. Twice sod simplicitie, bis coctus, O thou mon-

1173ster Ignorance, how deformed doost thou looke.

1174Nath. Sir hee hath neuer fed of the dainties that are

1175bred in a booke.

1176He hath not eate paper as it were:

1177He hath not drunke inke.

1178His intellect is not replenished, hee is onely an animall,

1179onely sensible in the duller parts: and such barren plants

1180are set before vs, that we thankfull should be: which we

1181taste and feeling, are for those parts that doe fructifie in

1182vs more then he.

1183For as it would ill become me to be vaine, indiscreet, or

1184a foole;

1185So were there a patch set on Learning, to see him in a

1186Schoole.

1187But omne bene say I, being of an old Fathers minde,

1188Many can brooke the weather, that loue not the winde.

1189Dul. You two are book-men: Can you tell by your

1190wit, What was a month old at Cains birth, that's not fiue

1191weekes old as yet?

1192Hol. Dictisima goodman Dull, dictisima goodman

1193Dull.

1194Dul. What is dictima?

1195Nath. A title to Phebe, to Luna, to the Moone.

1196Hol. The Moone was a month old when Adam was

1197no more.

1198And wrought not to fiue-weekes when he came to fiue-(score.

1199Th'allusion holds in the Exchange.

1200Dul. 'Tis true indeede, the Collusion holds in the

1201Exchange.

1202Hol. God comfort thy capacity, I say th'allusion holds

1203in the Exchange.

1204Dul. And I say the polusion holds in the Exchange:

1205for the Moone is neuer but a month old: and I say be-

1206side that, 'twas a Pricket that the Princesse kill'd.

1207Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you heare an extemporall

1208Epytaph on the death of the Deare, and to humour

1209the ignorant call'd the Deare, the Princesse kill'd a

1210Pricket.

1211Nath. Perge, good M. Holofernes, perge, so it shall

1212please you to abrogate scurilitie.

1213Hol I will something affect a letter, for it argues

1214facilitie.

1215 The prayfull Princesse pearst and prickt

1216 a prettie pleasing Pricket,

1217 Some say a Sore, but not a sore,

1218 till now made sore with shooting.

1219 The Dogges did yell, put ell to Sore,

1220 then Sorell iumps from thicket:

1221 Or Pricket-sore, or else Sorell,

1222 the people fall a hooting.

1223 If Sore be sore, then ell to Sore,

1224 makes fiftie sores O sorell:

1225 Of one sore I an hundred make

1226 by adding but one more L.

1227Nath. A rare talent.

1228Dul. If a talent be a claw, looke how he clawes him

1229with a talent.

1230Nath. This is a gift that I haue simple: simple, a foo-

1231lish extrauagant spirit, full of formes, figures, shapes, ob-

1232iects, Ideas, apprehensions, motions, reuolutions. These

1233are begot in the ventricle of memorie, nourisht in the

1234wombe of primater, and deliuered vpon the mellowing

1235of occasion: but the gift is good in those in whom it is

1236acute, and I am thankfull for it.

1237Hol. Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my

1238parishioners, for their Sonnes are well tutor'd by you,

1239and their Daughters profit very greatly vnder you: you

1240are a good member of the common-wealth.

1241Nath. Me hercle, If their Sonnes be ingennous, they

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