2406Told our intents before: which once disclos'd,

2407The Ladies did change Fauours; and then we

2408Following the signes, woo'd but the signe of she.

2409Now to our periurie, to adde more terror,

2410We are againe forsworne in will and error.

2411Much vpon this tis: and might not you

2412Forestall our sport, to make vs thus vntrue?

2413Do not you know my Ladies foot by'th squier?

2414And laugh vpon the apple of her eie?

2415And stand betweene her backe sir, and the fire,

2416Holding a trencher, iesting merrilie?

2417You put our Page out: go, you are alowd.

2418Die when you will, a smocke shall be your shrowd.

2419You leere vpon me, do you? There's an eie

2420Wounds like a Leaden sword.

2421Boy. Full merrily hath this braue manager, this car-

2422reere bene run.

2423Ber. Loe, he is tilting straight. Peace, I haue don.

2425Welcome pure wit, thou part'st a faire fray.

2426Clo. O Lord sir, they would kno,

2427Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.

2428Ber. What, are there but three?

2429Clo. No sir, but it is vara fine,

2430For euerie one pursents three.

2431Ber. And three times thrice is nine.

2432Clo. Not so sir, vnder correction sir, I hope it is not so.

2433You cannot beg vs sir, I can assure you sir, we know what

2434we know: I hope sir three times thrice sir.

2435Ber. Is not nine.

2436Clo. Vnder correction sir, wee know where-vntill it

2437doth amount.

2438Ber. By Ioue, I alwaies tooke three threes for nine.

2439Clow. O Lord sir, it were pittie you should get your

2440liuing by reckning sir.

2441Ber. How much is it?

2442Clo. O Lord sir, the parties themselues, the actors sir

2443will shew where-vntill it doth amount: for mine owne

2444part, I am (as they say, but to perfect one man in one

2445poore man) Pompion the great sir.

2446Ber. Art thou one of the Worthies?

2447Clo. It pleased them to thinke me worthie of Pompey

2448the great: for mine owne part, I know not the degree of

2449the Worthie, but I am to stand for him.

2450Ber. Go, bid them prepare. Exit.

2451Clo. We will turne it finely off sir, we wil take some

2452care.

2453King. Berowne, they will shame vs:

2454Let them not approach.

2455Ber. We are shame-proofe my Lord: and 'tis some

2456policie, to haue one shew worse then the Kings and his

2457companie.

2458Kin. I say they shall not come.

2459Qu. Nay my good Lord, let me ore-rule you now;

2460That sport best pleases, that doth least know how.

2461Where Zeale striues to content, and the contents

2462Dies in the Zeale of that which it presents:

2463Their forme confounded, makes most forme in mirth,

2464When great things labouring perish in their birth.

2465Ber. A right description of our sport my Lord.

2467Brag. Annointed, I implore so much expence of thy

2468royall sweet breath, as will vtter a brace of words.

2469Qu. Doth this man serue God?

2470Ber. Why aske you?

2471Qu. He speak's not like a man of God's making.

2472Brag. That's all one my faire sweet honie Monarch:

2473For I protest, the Schoolmaster is exceeding fantasticall:

2474Too too vaine, too too vaine. But we wil put it (as they

2475say) to Fortuna delaguar, I wish you the peace of minde

2476most royall cupplement.

2477King. Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies;

2478He presents Hector of Troy, the Swaine Pompey y^e great,

2479the Parish Curate Alexander, Armadoes Page Hercules,

2480the Pedant Iudas Machabeus:

2483Ber. There is fiue in the first shew.

2484Kin. You are deceiued, tis not so.

2485Ber. The Pedant, the Braggart, the Hedge-Priest, the

2486Foole, and the Boy,

2487Abate throw at Novum, and the whole world againe,

2488Cannot pricke out fiue such, take each one in's vaine.

2489Kin. The ship is vnder saile, and here she coms amain.

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2492Ber. You lie, you are not he.

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2494Boy. With Libbards head on knee.

2495Ber. Well said old mocker,

2496I must needs be friends with thee.

.

2498Du. The great.

2499Clo. It is great sir:

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2505If your Ladiship would say thankes Pompey, I had done.

2506La. Great thankes great Pompey.

2507Clo. Tis not so much worth: but I hope I was per-

2508fect. I made a little fault in great.

2509Ber. My hat to a halfe-penie, Pompey prooues the

2510best Worthie.

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2516Boiet. Your nose saies no, you are not:

2517For it stands too right.

2518Ber. Your nose smels no, in this most tender smel-

2519ling Knight.

2520Qu. The Conqueror is dismaid:

2521Proceede good Alexander.

.

2524Boiet. Most true, 'tis right: you were so Alisander.

2525Ber. Pompey the great.

2526Clo. your seruant and Costard.

2527Ber. Take away the Conqueror, take away Alisander

2528Clo. O sir, you haue ouerthrowne Alisander the con-

2529queror: you will be scrap'd out of the painted cloth for

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