Nath.

Videsne quis venit?

Hol.

Video, & gaudeo.

Arm.

Chirrah.

Hol.

Quare Chirrah, not Sirrah?

Arm.

Men of Peace, well encountred.

Hol.

Most military Sir, salutation.

Moth.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stole the scraps.

Cost.

O, they have liv'd long on the Alms-basket of words. I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.

Moth.
Peace, the peal begins.

Arm.
Monsieur, are you not letter'd?

Moth.
Yes, yes, he teaches boys the horn-book:
What is A B spelt backward with a horn on his head?

Hol.

Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

Moth.

Ba, most silly sheep, with a horn. You hear his learning.

Hol.

Quis, quis, thou consonant?

Moth.

The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I.^{2 note}

Hol.

I will repeat them, a, e, I.—

Moth.

The sheep; the other two concludes it, o. u.

Arm.

Now by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venew of wit; snip, snap, quick and home; it rejoiceth my intellect; true wit.

Moth.

Offer'd by a child to an old man: which is wit-old.

Hol.

What is the figure? what is the figure?

Moth.

Horns.

Hol.

Thou disputest like an infant; go, whip thy gigg.

Moth.

Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy^{3 note} circùm circà; a gigg of a cuckold's horn.

Cost.

An' I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy ginger-bread; hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou half-penny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, that the heav'ns were so pleased, that thou wert but my bastard! what a joyful father wouldst thou make me? go to, thou hast it ad dunghill; at the fingers' ends, as they say.

Hol.

Oh, I smell false Latin, dunghill for unguem.

Arm.

Arts-man, præambula; we will be singled

from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain?

Hol.

Or, Mons the hill.

Arm.

At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain?

Hol.

I do, sans question.

Arm.

Sir, it is the King's most sweet pleasure and affection, to congratulate the Princess at her Pavilion, in the posterior of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

Hol.

The posterior of the day, most generous Sir, is liable, congruent, and measurable for the afternoon: the word is well cull'd, choice, sweet, and apt, I do assure you, Sir, I do assure.

Arm.

Sir, the King is a noble gentleman, and my familiar; I do assure ye, my very good friend;—for what is inward between us, let it pass—I do beseech thee, remember thy curtesy—I beseech thee, apparel thy head,—and among other importunate and most serious designs, and of great import indeed too—but let that pass:—for I must tell thee, it will please his Grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder, and with his royal finger thus dally with my * ^noteexcrement, with my mustachio; but sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable; some certain special honours it pleaseth his Greatness to impart to Armada, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the world; but let that pass—the very all of all is—but sweet heart, I do implore secresy— that the King would have me present the Princess (sweet chuck) with some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antick, or fire-work. Now, understanding that the Curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking out of mirth, (as it were) I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your assistance.

Hol.

Sir, you shall present before her the nine Worthies.

Sir, as concerning some entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be rendred by our assistance at the King's command, and this most gallant, illustrate and learned gentleman, before the Princess: I say, none so fit as to present the nine Worthies.

Nath.

Where will you find men worthy enough to present them?

Hol.

Joshua, yourself; this gallant man, Judas Macabeus; this swain (because of his great limb or joint) shall pass Pompey the great; and the page, Hercules.

Arm.

Pardon, Sir, error: he is not quantity enough for that Worthy's thumb; he is not so big as the end of his club.

Hol.

Shall I have audience? he shall present Hercules in minority: his Enter and Exit shall be strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose.

Moth.

An excellent device: for if any of the audience hiss, you may cry; “well done. Hercules, now thou crushest the snake;” that is the way to make an offence gracious, tho' few have the grace to do it.

Arm.

For the rest of the Worthies,—

Hol.

I will play three myself.

Moth.

Thrice-worthy gentleman!

Arm.

Shall I tell you a thing?

Hol.

We attend.

Arm.

We will have, if this fadge not, an Antick I beseech you, follow.

Hol.

Via! good man Dull, thou hast spoken no word all this while.

Dull.

Nor understood none neither, Sir.

Hol.

Allons; we will employ thee.

Dull.

I'll make one in a dance, or so: or I will play on the tabor to the Worthies, and let them dance the hay.

Hol.

Most dull, honest, Dull, to our Sport away.

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