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Lord, Lord, how the ladies and I have put him down! [140]
O’my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar wit;
When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely as it were, so fit.
Armado to th’one side - O, a most dainty man!
To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan!
To see him kiss his hand, and how most sweetly ’a will swear! [145]
And his page o’t’other side, that handful of wit!
Ah, heavens, it is a most pathetical nit!
Shout within.
Sola, sola!
Exit.
Scene II IT
Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, and Dull.
NAT HANIEL
Very reverend sport, truly, and done in the testimony of a good conscience.
HOLOFERNES
The deer was, as you know, in sanguis, blood; ripe as the pomewater, who
now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of caelum, the sky, the welkin, the [5]
heaven, and anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra, the soil, the land,
the earth.
NAT HANIEL
Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at
the least; but, sir, I assure ye it was a buck of the first head. [10]
HOLOFERNES
Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
DULL
’Twas not an awd grey doe, ’twas a pricket.
HOLOFERNES
Most barbarous intimation! Yet a kind of insinuation, as it were, in via, in
way, of explication; facere, as it were, replication, or, rather, ostentare, to
show, as [15] it were, his inclination - after his undressed, unpolished,
