Arm. 'The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift,—' 648
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Ber. A lemon.
Long. Stuck with cloves.
Dum. No, cloven. 652
Arm. Peace!
'The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight ye 656
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
I am that flower,—'
Dum. That mint.
Long. That columbine.
Arm. Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Long. I must rather give it the rein, for it 660
runs against Hector.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten;
sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried; 664
when he breathed, he was a man. But I will for-
ward with my device. [To the Princess.] Sweet
royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.
Berowne steps forth.
Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de- 668
lighted.
Arm. I do adore thy sweet Grace's slipper.
Boyet. [Aside to Dumaine.] Loves her by the foot. 672
Dum. [Aside to Boyet.] He may not by the
yard.
Arm. 'This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,—'
[Berowne returns with Costard.]
656 breath'd: endowed with breath, vigorous
