Enter Sir Nathaniel, for Alexander.
Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world’s commander;
By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might:
560 My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander,—
Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands too right.
[562] Biron. Your nose smells ‘no’ in this, most tender-smelling knight.
[563] Prin. The conqueror is dismay’d. Proceed, good Alexander.
Nath. When in the world I lived, I was the world’s commander,—
565 Boyet. Most true, ’tis right; you were so, Alisander.
Biron. Pompey the Great,—