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(as Hector)
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
A man so breathed that certain he would fight, yea,
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
I am that flower -
DUMAINE
That mint!
LONGAVILLE
That columbine! [650]
ARMADO
Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
LONGAVILLE
I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.
DUMAINE
Ay, and Hector’s a greyhound.
ARMADO
The sweet war-man is dead and rotten. Sweet [655] chucks, beat not the
bones of the buried. When he breathed, he was a man. But I will forward
with my device. Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.
Berowne steps forth and whispers to Costard.
PRINCESS
Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted. [660]
ARMADO
I do adore thy sweet grace’s slipper.
BOY ET
Loves her by the foot.
DUMAINE
He may not by the yard.
