Clo. It is great sir: Pompey surnam'd the great: That oft in field, with Targe and Shield, did make my foe to sweat: And trauailing along this coast, I heere am come by chance, And lay my Armes before the legs of this sweet Lasse of France. If your Ladiship would say thankes Pompey, I had done La. Great thankes great Pompey Clo. Tis not so much worth: but I hope I was perfect. I made a little fault in great Ber. My hat to a halfe-penie, Pompey prooues the best Worthie. Enter Curate for Alexander. Curat. When in the world I liu'd, I was the worldes Commander: By East, West, North, & South, I spred my conquering might My Scutcheon plaine declares that I am Alisander Boiet. Your nose saies no, you are not: For it stands too right Ber. Your nose smells no, in this most tender smelling Knight Qu. The Conqueror is dismaid: Proceede good Alexander Cur. When in the world I liued, I was the worldes Commander Boiet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so Alisander Ber. Pompey the great Clo. your seruant and Costard Ber. Take away the Conqueror, take away Alisander Clo. O sir, you haue ouerthrowne Alisander the conqueror: you will be scrap'd out of the painted cloth for this: your Lion that holds his Pollax sitting on a close stoole, will be giuen to Aiax. He will be the ninth worthie. A Conqueror, and affraid to speake? Runne away for shame Alisander. There an't shall please you: a foolish milde man, an honest man, looke you, & soon dasht. He is a maruellous good neighbour insooth, and a verie good Bowler: but for Alisander, alas you see, how 'tis a little ore-parted. But there are Worthies a comming, will speake their minde in some other sort. Exit Cu. Qu. Stand aside good Pompey. Enter Pedant for Iudas, and the Boy for Hercules. Ped. Great Hercules is presented by this Impe, Whose Club kil'd Cerberus that three-headed Canus, And when he was a babe, a childe, a shrimpe, Thus did he strangle Serpents in his Manus: Quoniam, he seemeth in minoritie, Ergo, I come with this Apologie. Keepe some state in thy exit, and vanish. Exit Boy Ped. Iudas I am Dum. A Iudas? Ped. Not Iscariot sir. Iudas I am, ycliped Machabeus Dum. Iudas Machabeus clipt, is plaine Iudas Ber. A kissing traitor. How art thou prou'd Iudas? Ped. Iudas I am Dum. The more shame for you Iudas Ped. What meane you sir? Boi. To make Iudas hang himselfe Ped. Begin sir, you are my elder Ber. Well follow'd, Iudas was hang'd on an Elder Ped. I will not be put out of countenance Ber. Because thou hast no face Ped. What is this? Boi. A Citterne head Dum. The head of a bodkin Ber. A deaths face in a ring Lon. The face of an old Roman coine, scarce seene Boi. The pummell of Cæsars Faulchion Dum. The caru'd-bone face on a Flaske Ber. S[aint]. Georges halfe cheeke in a brooch Dum. I, and in a brooch of Lead