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Lord, lord ! how the ladies and I have put him

down! O my troth, most sweet jests! most incony vulgar wit!

150 When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it

were, so fit.
Armatho o' the one side,–0, a most dainty inan!
To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan!
To see him kiss his hand ! and how most sweetly a'

will swear
And his page o' t'other side, that handful of wit !
Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!
Sola, sola!

[Shouting within.



Nath. Very reverent sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good conscience.

159 Hol. The deer was, as you know, sanguis, in blood; rịpe as a pomewater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of Cælo,—the sky, the welkin, the heaven; and anon falleth like a crab, on the face of Terra,the soil, the land, the earth.

Nath. Truly, inaster Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least : But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head..


Hol, Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

168 Dull. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket.

Hol. Most barbarous intimation ! yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in way, of explication ; facere, as it were, replication; or, rather, ostentare, to show, as it were, his inclination-after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or, ratherest, unconfirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a deer.

Dul. I said, the deer was not a haud credo ; 'twas a pricket.

178 Hol. Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus !--0 thou monster ignorance, how deformed dost thou look?

Nath. Sir, he hath never fed on the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenish. ed; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts : And such barren plants are set before us, that we

thankful should be (Which we of taste and feeling are) for those parts

that do fructify in us more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,

i88 So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a

school: But, omne bene, say I; being of an old father's mind, Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. Dull. You two are book-men ; Can you tell by your wit,


What was a month old at Cain's birth, that's not five

weeks old as yet? Hol. Dictynna, good inan Dull ; Di&ynna, good man Dull.

Dull. What is Dictynna?
Nath. A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.
Hol. The moon' was a month old, when Adam was

no more ; And raught not to five weeks, when he came to five



The allusion holds in the exchange.

Dull. 'Tis true, indeed; the collusion holds in the exchange.

Hol. God comfort thy capacity! I say the allusion holds in the exchange.

Dull. And I say the pollusion holds in the exchange; for the moon is never but a month old : and I say beside, that 'twas a pricket that the princess kill'd.

208 Hol. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the deer and, to humour the ignorant, I have call'd the deer the princess kill'd, a pricket.

Nath. Perge, good master Holofernes, perge; so it shall please you to abrogate scurrility.

Hol. I will something affect the letter ; for it argues facility.

The praiseful princess pierc'd and prick'd a pretty pleasing · pricket;


Some say, a sore; but not a sore, 'till now made sore with shooting :

218 The dogs.did yell; put L to sore, then sorel jumps from

thicket ;

Or pricket, sore, or else sorel, the people fall a hooting. If sore be sore, then I to sore makes fifty sores; O

sore L!

Of one sore I an hundred make, by adding but one more L.

Nath. A rare talent!

Dull. If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent.

Hol. This is a gift that I have, simple, simple ; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions : these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater., and deliver'd upon the mellowing of occasion : But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.

233 Nath. Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'd by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the commonwealth.

Hol. Mehercle, if their sons be ingenious, they shall want no instruction : if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them : But, vir sapit, qui pauca loquiLur: a soul feminine saluteth us.


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Enter JAQUENETTA, and COSTARD. Jac. God give you good morrow, master parson.

Hol. Master parson, - quasi person. And if one should be pierc'd, which is the one ?

Cost. Marry, master school-master, he that is likest to a hogshead.

Hol. Of piercing a hogshead! a good lustre of conceit in a turf of earth; fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine : 'tis pretty; it is well. 849

Jac. Good master parson, be so good as read me this letter ; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armatho : I beseech you, read it. Hol. Fauste, precor gelida quando pecus omne sub

umbrá Ruminat,-and so forth. 'Ah, good old Mantuan! I may speak of thee as the traveller doth of Venice;

-Vinegia, Vinegia,
Chi non ti vidi, ei non te pregia.

257 Old Mantuan ! old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not.--Ut, , sol, la, mi, fa.Under pardon, sir, what are the contents ? or, rather, as Horace says in his-What, my soul, verses ?

Nath. Ay, sir, and very learned.

Hol. Let me hear a staff, a stanza, a verse; Lege, domine. Nath. If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear

to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed


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