The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [292]
marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler; but for
Alisander- alas! you see how 'tis- a little o'erparted. But there
are Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort.
PRINCESS OF FRANCE.
Stand aside, good Pompey.
Enter HOLOFERNES, for JUDAS; and MOTH, for HERCULES
HOLOFERNES.
Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canus;
And when be was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus.
Quoniam he seemeth in minority,
Ergo I come with this apology.
Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [MOTH retires]
Judas I am-
DUMAIN.
A Judas!
HOLOFERNES.
Not Iscariot, sir.
Judas I am, ycliped Maccabaeus.
DUMAIN.
Judas Maccabaeus clipt is plain Judas.
BEROWNE.
A kissing traitor. How art thou prov'd Judas?
HOLOFERNES.
Judas I am-
DUMAIN.
The more shame for you, Judas!
HOLOFERNES.
What mean you, sir?
BOYET.
To make Judas hang himself.
HOLOFERNES.
Begin, sir; you are my elder.
BEROWNE.
Well followed: Judas was hanged on an elder.
HOLOFERNES.
I will not be put out of countenance.
BEROWNE.
Because thou hast no face.
HOLOFERNES.
What is this?
BOYET.
A cittern-head.
DUMAIN.
The head of a bodkin.
BEROWNE.
A death's face in a ring.
LONGAVILLE.
The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.
BOYET.
The pommel of Caesar's falchion.
DUMAIN.
The carv'd-bone face on a flask.
BEROWNE.
Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch.
DUMAIN.
Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
BEROWNE.
Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. And now,
forward; for we have put thee in countenance.
HOLOFERNES.
You have put me out of countenance.
BEROWNE.
False: we have given thee faces.
HOLOFERNES.
But you have outfac'd them all.
BEROWNE.
An thou wert a lion we would do so.
BOYET.
Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
And so adieu, sweet Jude! Nay, why dost thou stay?
DUMAIN.
For the latter end of his name.
BEROWNE.
For the ass to the Jude; give it him- Jud-as, away.
HOLOFERNES.
This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
BOYET.
A light for Monsieur Judas! It grows dark, he may stumble.
[HOLOFERNES retires]
PRINCESS OF FRANCE.
Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!
Enter ARMADO, for HECTOR
BEROWNE.
Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes Hector in arms.
DUMAIN.
Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
KING.
Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this.
BOYET.
But is this Hector?
DUMAIN.
I think Hector was not so clean-timber'd.
LONGAVILLE.
His leg is too big for Hector's.
DUMAIN.
More calf, certain.
BOYET.
No; he is best indued in the small.
BEROWNE.
This cannot be Hector.
DUMAIN.
He's a god or a painter, for he makes faces.
ARMADO.
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift-
DUMAIN.
A gilt nutmeg.
BEROWNE.
A lemon.
LONGAVILLE.
Stuck with cloves.
DUMAIN.
No, cloven.
ARMADO.
Peace!
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
A man so breathed that certain he would fight ye,
From morn till night out of his pavilion.
I am that flower-
DUMAIN.
That mint.
LONGAVILLE.
That columbine.
ARMADO.
Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
LONGAVILLE.
I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.
DUMAIN.
Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
ARMADO.
The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat
not the bones of the buried; when he breathed, he was a man.
But
I will forward with my device. [To the PRINCESS] Sweet royalty,
bestow on me the sense of hearing.
[BEROWNE steps forth, and speaks to COSTARD]
PRINCESS OF FRANCE.
Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted.
ARMADO.
I do adore thy sweet Grace's slipper.
BOYET.
[Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot.
DUMAIN.
[Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.
ARMADO.
This Hector far surmounted Hannibal-
COSTARD.
The party is gone, fellow Hector, she