HOLOFERNES.
This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
BOYET.
A light for Monsieur Judas! It grows dark; he may stumble.
[Exit Holofernes.]
PRINCESS.
Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!
Enter Armado, the Braggart, as Hector.
BEROWNE.
Hide thy head, Achilles. Here comes Hector in arms.
DUMAINE.
Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
KING.
Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.
BOYET.
But is this Hector?
DUMAINE.
I think Hector was not so clean-timbered.