PRINCESS

Great thanks, great Pompey.

COSTARD

'Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect: I
made a little fault in 'Great.'

BIRON

My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy.

Enter SIR NATHANIEL, for Alexander

SIR NATHANIEL

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, –

BOYET

Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right.

BIRON

Your nose smells 'no' in this, most tender-smelling knight.

PRINCESS

The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good Alexander.

SIR NATHANIEL

When in the world I lived, I was the world's
commander, –

BOYET

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

BIRON

Pompey the Great, –

COSTARD

Your servant, and Costard.

BIRON

Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.

COSTARD

[To SIR NATHANIEL] O, sir, you have overthrown
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