I am that flower,--
DUMAIN That mint.
LONGAVILLE That columbine.
DON
ADRIANO DE ARMADO Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
LONGAVILLE I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.
DUMAIN Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
DON
ADRIANO DE ARMADO The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks,
beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed,
he was a man. But I will forward with my device.
[To the PRINCESS]
Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.
PRINCESS Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.
DON
ADRIANO DE ARMADO I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
BOYET [Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot,--
DUMAIN [Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.
DON
ADRIANO DE ARMADO This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,--
COSTARD The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she
is two months on her way.
DON
ADRIANO DE ARMADO What meanest thou?
COSTARD Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor
wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in
her belly already: tis yours.
DON
ADRIANO DE ARMADO Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt
die.
COSTARD Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is
quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by
him.
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