Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein.
King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain.
Enter [Costard armed, for] Pompey.
Cost. 'I Pompey am,—'
Boyet. You lie, you are not he. 548
Cost. 'I Pompey am,—'
Boyet. With libbard's head on knee.
Ber. Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends with thee.
Cost. 'I Pompey am, Pompey surnam'd the Big,—'
Dum. 'The Great.' 552
Cost. It is 'Great,' sir; 'Pompey surnam'd the Great;
That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat:
And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance,
And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France. 556
If your ladyship would say, 'Thanks, Pompey,' I had done.
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
Cost. 'Tis not so much worth; but I hope
I was perfect. I made a little fault in 'Great.' 560
Ber. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves
the best Worthy.
Enter Curate [Nathaniel] for Alexander.
Nath. 'When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's commander;
By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might: 564
My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander,—'
549 libbard's: leopard's; cf. n.
