good presence of Worthies. He presents Hector of Troy; the swain, Pompey the Great; the parish curate, Alexander; Armado's page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Maccabaeus: And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive, These four will change habits, and present the other five. There is five in the first show. You are deceived; 'tis not so. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool and the boy:-- Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein. The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain. I Pompey am,-- You lie, you are not he. I Pompey am,-- With libbard's head on knee. Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends with thee. I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big-- The Great. It is, 'Great,' sir:-- Pompey surnamed the Great; That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat: And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance, And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France, If your ladyship would say, 'Thanks, Pompey,' I had done. Great thanks, great Pompey. 'Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect: I made a little fault in 'Great.' My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy. When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander; By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might: My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander,-- Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right. Your nose smells 'no' in this, most tender-smelling knight. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander. When in the world I lived, I was the world's commander,-- Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. Pompey the Great,-- Your servant, and Costard. Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander. O, sir, you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon dashed. He is a marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander,--alas, you see how 'tis,--a little o'erparted.