SCENE I.
The Street.
Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, and Dull.
Hol.
Satis quod sufficit8 note.
Nath.
I praise God for you, Sir: your reasons
at dinner have been sharp and sententious9 note
; pleasant
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without scurrility, witty without affection1 note, audacious
without impudency, 9Q0258 learned without opinion, and
strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam
day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled,
nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.
Hol.
Novi hominem tanquam te: His humour is
lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed2 note, his
eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general
behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. 3 note
He
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is too picked, 9Q0259 too spruce, too affected, too odd, as
it were; too peregrinate, as I may call it.
Nath.
A most singular and choice epithet.
[Draws out his table-book.
Hol.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity
finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such
phanatical phantasms, such insociable and point-devise4 note
companions; such rackers of orthography, as
to speak, dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det,
when he should pronounce, debt; d, e, b, t; not,
d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour,
vocatur, nebour; neigh, abbreviated, ne: This
is abhominable5 note
, (which he would call abominable)
6 note
it insinuateth me of insanie; Ne intelligis, domine?
to make frantick, lunatick?
Nath.
Laus deo, bone; intelligo.
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Hol.
Bone?—bone, for benè: Priscian a little
scratch'd; 'twill serve.
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Enter Armado, Moth, and Costard.
Nath.
Videsne quis venit?
Hol.
Video, & gaudeo.
Arm.
Chirra!
Hol.
Quare Chirra, not sirrah?
Arm.
Men of peace, well encounter'd.
Hol.
Most military sir, salutation.
Moth.
They have been at a great feast of languages,
and stoln the scraps.
[To Costard aside.
Cost.
O, they have liv'd long on the alms-basket8 note
of words! I marvel, thy master hath not eaten thee
for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as,
honorificabilitudinitatibus9 note
: thou art easier swallowed
than a flap-dragon1 note.
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?
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Moth.
The third of the five vowels, if you repeat
them; or the fifth, if I2 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 wit3 note
: 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 infamy4 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, an the heavens were so pleased, that thou
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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-house5 note 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 posteriors 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, chose; 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 you, very good friend:—For
what is inward between us, let it pass:—I do beseech
thee, remember thy courtesy;—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 excrement6 note, 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 Armado, 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
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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 breakings 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 Nathaniel, as concerning some entertainment
of time, some show in the posterior of
this day, to be render'd 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; myself, or this gallant
gentleman, Judas Maccabæus; this swain, because
of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the
great; 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! so, 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; though 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.
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Arm.
We will have, if this fadge not7 note, an antick.
I beseech you, follow.
Hol.
Via8 note, goodman 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.
Exeunt.
Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].