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Love's Labour's Lost, V. ii  Cost. The party is gone; fellow Hector, she is

gone; she is two months on her way.

Arm. What meanest thou?

Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Troy-

an, the poor wench is cast away: she's quick;

the child brags in her belly already: 'tis yours.

Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among po-

tentates? Thou shalt die.

Cost. Then shall Hector be whipped for Ja-

quenetta that is quick by him, and hanged for

Pompey that is dead by him.

Dum. Most rare Pompey!

Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

Ber. Greater than great, great, great, great

Pompey! Pompey the Huge!

Dum. Hector trembles.

Ber. Pompey is moved. More Ates, more

Ates! stir them on! stir them on!

Dum. Hector will challenge him.

Ber. Ay, if a' have no more man's blood in 's

belly than will sup a flea.

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a

northern man: I'll slash; Ill do it by the

sword. I bepray you, let me borrow my arms

again.

Dum. Room for the incensed Worthies!

Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.

Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole

lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for

 676 party: i.e. Jaquenetta

682 infamonize: infamize

692 Ates: mischief; cf. n.

699 northern man: countryman from the north, boor

705 take lower: (1) help you to strip, (2) humiliate you

