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Dum. The carv’d-bone face on a flask.

Ber. Saint George’s half-cheek in a brooch.

Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Ber. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer. And now forward, for we have put thee in countenance.

Hol. You have put me out of countenance.

Ber. False, we have given thee faces.

Hol. But you have out-fac’d them all.

Ber. And thou wert a lion, we would do so.

Boyet. Therefore as he is, an ass, let him go. And so adieu, sweet Jude! Nay, why dost thou stay?

Dum. For the latter end of his name.

Ber.

For the ass to the Jude; give it him. Jud-as, away!

Hol.

This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.

Boyet.

A light for Monsieur Judas! It grows dark, he may stumble.

[Holofernes retires.]

Prin.

Alas, poor Machabeus, how hath he been baited!

Enter Braggart [Armado for Hector].

Ber. Hide thy head, Achilles, here comes Hector in arms.

Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.

King. Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this.

Boyet. But is this Hector?