Boyet. But she her selfe is hit lower: Haue I hit her now Rosa. Shall I come vpon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it Boyet. So I may answere thee with one as old that was a woman when Queene Guinouer of Brittaine was a little wench, as touching the hit it Rosa. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it my good man Boy. I cannot, cannot, cannot: And I cannot, another can. Enter. Clo. By my troth most pleasant, how both did fit it Mar. A marke marueilous well shot, for they both did hit Boy. A mark, O marke but that marke: a marke saies my Lady. Let the mark haue a pricke in't, to meat at, if it may be Mar. Wide a'th bow hand, yfaith your hand is out Clo. Indeede a' must shoote nearer, or heele ne're hit the clout Boy. And if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in Clo. Then will shee get the vpshoot by cleauing the is in Ma. Come, come, you talke greasely, your lips grow foule Clo. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir challenge her to boule Boy. I feare too much rubbing: good night my good Oule Clo. By my soule a Swaine, a most simple Clowne. Lord, Lord, how the Ladies and I haue put him downe. O my troth most sweete iests, most inconie vulgar wit, When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit. Armathor ath to the side, O a most dainty man. To see him walke before a Lady, and to beare her Fan. To see him kisse his hand, and how most sweetly a will sweare: And his Page atother side, that handfull of wit, Ah heauens, it is most patheticall nit. Sowla, sowla. Exeunt. Shoote within. Enter Dull, Holofernes, the Pedant and Nathaniel. Nat. Very reuerent sport truely, and done in the testimony of a good conscience Ped. The Deare was (as you know) sanguis in blood, ripe as a Pomwater who now hangeth like a Iewell in the eare of Celo the skie; the welken the heauen, and anon falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the soyle, the land, the earth Curat.Nath. Truely M[aster]. Holofernes, the epythithes are sweetly varied like a scholler at the least: but sir I assure ye, it was a Bucke of the first head Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo Dul. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket Hol. Most barbarous intimation: yet a kinde of insinuation, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as it were replication, or rather ostentare, to show as it were his inclination after his vndressed, vnpolished, vneducated, vnpruned, vntrained, or rather vnlettered, or ratherest vnconfirmed fashion, to insert againe my haud credo for a Deare Dul. I said the Deare was not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket Hol. Twice sod simplicitie, bis coctus, O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed doost thou looke