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Love's Labour's Lost, V. ii

And now forward; for we have put thee in countenance.

Hol. You have put me out of countenance.

Ber. False: we have given thee faces.

Hol. But you have outfaced them all.

Ber. An thou wert a lion, we would do so.

Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.

And so adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?

Dum. For the later end of his name.

Ber. For the ass to the Jude? give it him:—Jud-as, away!

Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.

Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas! it grows dark, he may stumble.

Prin. Alas! poor Maccabæus, how hath he been baited.

Ber. Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes

Hector in arms.

Dum. Though my mocks come home by me,

I will now be merry.

King. Hector was but a Troyan in respect of

this.

Boyet. But is this Hector?

King. I think Hector was not so clean-tim-

bered.

Long. His calf is too big for Hector's.

Dum. More calf, certain.

Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small.

Ber. This cannot be Hector.

Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes

faces.

 634 by: about, near

636 Troyan: Trojan, contemptible fellow

640 clean-timbered: well-built

643 small: small of the leg

