[Enter COSTARD, for Pompey]
COSTARD I Pompey am,--
BOYET You lie, you are not he.
COSTARD I Pompey am,--
BOYET With libbard's head on knee.
BIRON Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends
with thee.
COSTARD I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big--
DUMAIN The Great.
COSTARD 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.
PRINCESS Great thanks, great Pompey.
COSTARD 'Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect: I
made a little fault in 'Great.'
BIRON My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy.
[Enter SIR NATHANIEL, for Alexander]
SIR NATHANIEL 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,--
BOYET Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right.
BIRON Your nose smells 'no' in this, most tender-smelling knight.
PRINCESS The conqueror is dismay'd.
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