ADRIANO DE ARMADO

Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat
in my shirt.

DUMAIN

You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge.

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

Sweet bloods, I both may and will.

BIRON

What reason have you for't?

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go
woolward for penance.

BOYET

True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of
linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but
a dishclout of Jaquenetta's, and that a' wears next
his heart for a favour.

Enter MERCADE

MERCADE

God save you, madam!

PRINCESS

Welcome, Mercade;
But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.

MERCADE

I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father–

PRINCESS

Dead, for my life!

MERCADE

Even so; my tale is told.

BIRON

Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud.

ADRIANO DE ARMADO

For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have
seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.

Exeunt Worthies