_Prin._ Great thanks, Great Pompey. _Cost._ ’Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect: I made a little fault in ‘Great.’ 555 _Biron._ My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy. _Enter_ SIR NATHANIEL, _for Alexander_. _Nath._ 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,— 560 _Boyet._ Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too right. _Biron._ Your nose smells ‘no’ in this, most tender-smelling knight. _Prin._ The conqueror is dismay’d. Proceed, good Alexander. _Nath._ When in the world I lived, I was the world’s commander,— _Boyet._ Most true, ’tis right; you were so, Alisander. 565 _Biron._ Pompey the Great,— _Cost._ Your servant, and Costard. _Biron._ Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander. _Cost._ [_To Sir Nath._] O, sir, you have overthrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted 570 cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. [_Nath. retires._] There, an’t shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and 575 soon dashed. He is a marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander,—alas, you see how ’tis,—a little o’erparted. But there are Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some other sort. _Prin._ Stand aside, good Pompey. 580 _Enter_ HOLOFERNES, _for Judas; and_ MOTH, _for Hercules_. _Hol._ Great Hercules is presented by this imp, Whose club kill’d Cerberus, that three-headed canis; And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus. Quoniam he seemeth in minority, Ergo I come with this apology. 585 Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. [_Moth retires._ Judas I am,- _Dum._ A Judas! _Hol._ Not Iscariot, sir. Judas I am, ycliped Maccabæus. 590 _Dum._ Judas Maccabæus dipt is plain Judas. _Biron._ A kissing traitor. How art thou proved Judas? _Hol._ Judas I am,— _Dum._ The more shame for you, Judas. 595 _Hol._ What mean you, sir? _Boyet._ To make Judas hang himself. _Hol._ Begin, sir; you are my elder. _Biron._ Well followed: Judas was hanged on an elder. _Hol._ I will not be put out of countenance. 600 _Biron._ Because thou hast no face. _Hol._ What is this? _Boyet._ A cittern-head. _Dum._ The head of a bodkin. _Biron._ A Death’s face in a ring. 605 _Long._ The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. _Boyet._ The pommel of Cæsar’s falchion. _Dum._ The carved-bone face on a flask.