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Love's Labour's Lost, V. ii  Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too right.

Ber. 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 liv'd, I was the world's commander;—'

Boyet. Most true; 'tis right: you were so, Alisander.

Ber. Pompey the Great,—

Cost. Your servant, and Costard.

Ber. Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.

Cost. [To Nathaniel.] O! sir, you have over-

thrown Alisander the conqueror! You will be

scraped out of the painted 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! [Nathaniel

retires.] There, an 't shall please you: a foolish

mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon

dashed! He is a marvellous good neighbour,

faith, and a very good bowler; but, for Alisan-

der,—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.

Hol. 'Great Hercules is presented by this imp,

Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed canus;  566 right: straight; cf. n.

576 painted cloth; cf. n.

577 lion poll-axe; cf. n.

585 o'erparted: i.e. given a part too difficult for him

590 canus: canis, dog

