ADRIANO DE ARMADO

Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.

LONGAVILLE

I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.

DUMAIN

Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks,
beat not the bones of the buried: when he breathed,
he was a man. But I will forward with my device.

To the PRINCESS

Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.

PRINCESS

Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted.

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.

BOYET

[Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot, –

DUMAIN

[Aside to BOYET] He may not by the yard.

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

This Hector far surmounted Hannibal, –

COSTARD

The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she
is two months on her way.

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

What meanest thou?

COSTARD

Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor
wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in
her belly already: tis yours.

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? thou shalt
die.