FERDINAND Away, away! no time shall be omitted
That will betime, and may by us be fitted.
BIRON Allons! allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn;
And justice always whirls in equal measure:
Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
If so, our copper buys no better treasure.
[Exeunt]
LOVE'S LABOURS LOST
ACT V
SCENE I The same.
[Enter HOLOFERNES, SIR NATHANIEL, and DULL]
HOLOFERNES Satis quod sufficit.
SIR NATHANIEL 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 with-
out heresy. I did converse this quondam day with
a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nomi-
nated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.
HOLOFERNES Novi hominem tanquam te: his humour is lofty, his
discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye
ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general
behavior vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is
too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it
were, too peregrinate, as I may call it.
SIR NATHANIEL A most singular and choice epithet.
[Draws out his table-book]
HOLOFERNES He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer
than the staple of his argument.
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