Chapter XVI: Act V: SCENE I. The same

_Enter_ HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, _and_ DULL.

_Hol._ Satis quod sufficit.

_Nath._ I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse 5 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 filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, 10 and thrasonical. He is too picked, 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 fanatical 15 phantasimes, such insociable and point-devise 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 20 abhominable,—which he would call abbominable: it insinuateth me of insanie: ne intelligis, domine? to make frantic, lunatic.

_Nath._ Laus Deo, bene intelligo.

_Hol._ Bon, bon, fort bon, Priscian! a little scratched, 25 ’twill serve.

_Nath._ Videsne quis venit?

_Hol._ Video, et gaudeo.

_Enter_ ARMADO, MOTH, _and_ COSTARD.

_Arm._ Chirrah! [_To Moth._

_Hol._ Quare chirrah, not sirrah? 30

_Arm._ Men of peace, well encountered.

_Hol._ Most military sir, salutation.

_Moth._ [_Aside to Costard_] They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

_Cost._ O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of 35 words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabi- litudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.

_Moth._ Peace! the peal begins.

_Arm._ [_To Hol._] Monsieur, are you not lettered? 40

_Moth._ Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book. What is a, b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?

_Hol._ Ba, pueritia, with a horn added.

_Moth._ Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning. 45

_Hol._ Quis, quis, thou consonant?

_Moth._ The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I.

_Hol._ I will repeat them,—a, e, i,—

_Moth._ The sheep: the other two concludes it,—o, u. 50

_Arm._ Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venue of wit,—snip, snap, quick and home! it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit!

_Moth._ Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.

_Hol._ What is the figure? what is the figure? 55

_Moth._ Horns.

_Hol._ Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig.

_Moth._ Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circum circa,—a gig of a cuckold’s horn.

_Cost._ An I had but one penny in the world, thou 60 shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou hast it 65 ad dunghill, at the fingers’ ends, as they say.

_Hol._ O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem.

_Arm._ Arts-man, preambulate, we will be singuled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? 70

_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 75 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 culled, chose, sweet and apt, I do assure you, 80 sir, I do assure.

_Arm._ Sir, the king is a noble gentleman, and my familiar, I do assure ye, 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 85 other important 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 excrement, with my mustachio; but, sweet heart, let 90 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 secrecy,—that the king would have me present 95 the princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antique, or firework. 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 100 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 rendered by our assistants, at the king’s command, and this most gallant, illustrate, 105 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 and this gallant gentleman, 110 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 115 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, 120 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? 125

_Hol._ We attend.

_Arm._ We will have, if this fadge not, an antique. I beseech you, follow.

_Hol._ Via, goodman Dull! thou hast spoken no word all this while. 130

_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! 135

[_Exeunt._

~~~~~ Linenotes: _Love’s Labour’s Lost_, V, 1.