KING.
You are deceived. ’Tis not so.
BEROWNE.
The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool, and the boy.
Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again
Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein.
KING.
The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain.
Enter Costard as Pompey.
COSTARD.
I Pompey am—
BEROWNE.
You lie, you are not he.
COSTARD.
I Pompey am—
BOYET.
With leopard’s head on knee.
BEROWNE.
Well said, old mocker. I must needs be friends with thee.
COSTARD.
I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big.