Cost. Your servant, and Costard.
Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.
Cost. [To Sir Nath.] O, sir, you have overthrown Alisander 570 the conqueror! You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds his poll-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given to Ajax: he will be the ninth [573] Worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak! run away for shame, Alisander. [Nath. retires.] [574] There, an’t shall please 575 you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and [576] soon dashed. He is a marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good bowler: but, for Alisander,—alas, you see [578] how ’tis,—a little o’erparted. But there are Worthies a-coming [579] will speak their mind in some other sort.
[580] Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.
Enter Holofernes, for Judas; and Moth, for Hercules.
Hol.
[581] Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Whose club kill’d Cerberus, that [582] three-headed canis;
And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus.