_Arm._ Chirrah! [_To Moth._ _Hol._ Quare chirrah, not sirrah? 30 _Arm._ Men of peace, well encountered. _Hol._ Most military sir, salutation. _Moth._ [_Aside to Costard_] They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. _Cost._ O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of 35 words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabi- litudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon. _Moth._ Peace! the peal begins. _Arm._ [_To Hol._] Monsieur, are you not lettered? 40 _Moth._ Yes, yes; he teaches boys the horn-book. What is a, b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head? _Hol._ Ba, pueritia, with a horn added. _Moth._ Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning. 45 _Hol._ Quis, quis, thou consonant? _Moth._ The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or the fifth, if I. _Hol._ I will repeat them,—a, e, i,— _Moth._ The sheep: the other two concludes it,—o, u. 50 _Arm._ Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venue of wit,—snip, snap, quick and home! it rejoiceth my intellect: true wit! _Moth._ Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old. _Hol._ What is the figure? what is the figure? 55 _Moth._ Horns. _Hol._ Thou disputest like an infant: go, whip thy gig. _Moth._ Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about your infamy circum circa,—a gig of a cuckold’s horn. _Cost._ An I had but one penny in the world, thou 60 shouldst have it to buy gingerbread: hold, there is the very remuneration I had of thy master, thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion. O, an the heavens were so pleased that thou wert but my bastard, what a joyful father wouldst thou make me! Go to; thou hast it 65 ad dunghill, at the fingers’ ends, as they say. _Hol._ O, I smell false Latin; dunghill for unguem. _Arm._ Arts-man, preambulate, we will be singuled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain? 70 _Hol._ Or mons, the hill. _Arm._ At your sweet pleasure, for the mountain. _Hol._ I do, sans question. _Arm._ Sir, it is the king’s most sweet pleasure and affection to congratulate the princess at her pavilion in the 75 posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. _Hol._ The posterior of the day, most generous sir, is liable, congruent and measurable for the afternoon: the word is well culled, chose, sweet and apt, I do assure you, 80 sir, I do assure.