ACT 1
Scene 1

...is but short.
Enter Dull, a Constable, with a letter, and Costard.
Which is the Duke’s own person?

...fellow. What wouldst?
I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his
Grace’s farborough. But I would see his own
person in flesh and blood.


...This is he.
to King
Signior Arm-, Arm-, commends you.
There’s villainy abroad. This letter will tell you
more.

He gives the letter to the King.

...bearing, and estimation.
Me, an ’t shall please you. I am Anthony Dull.

...thee down, sorrow.
They exit.

Scene 2

...company be past.
Enter Clown (Costard,) Constable (Dull,) and Wench (Jaquenetta.)
to Armado
Sir, the Duke’s pleasure is that you
keep Costard safe, and you must suffer him to take
no delight, nor no penance, but he must fast three
days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the
park. She is allowed for the dey-woman. Fare you
well.


...weather after you.
Come, Jaquenetta, away.
Dull and Jaquenetta exit.

ACT 4
Scene 2

...within. Sola, sola!
Enter Dull the Constable, Holofernes the Pedant, and Nathaniel the Curate.

...Nathaniel, haud credo.
’Twas not a haud credo, ’twas a pricket.

...for a deer.
I said the deer was not a haud credo, ’twas a
pricket.


...not the wind.
You two are bookmen. Can you tell me by your wit
What was a month old at Cain’s birth that’s not five weeks old as yet?


...Dictynna, goodman Dull.
What is “dictima”?

...in the exchange.
’Tis true indeed. The collusion holds in the
exchange.


...in the exchange.
And I say the pollution holds in the exchange, for
the moon is never but a month old. And I say besides
that, ’twas a pricket that the Princess killed.


...A rare talent.
aside
If a talent be a claw, look how he claws
him with a talent.


...to our recreation.
They exit.

ACT 5
Scene 1

...no better treasure.
Enter Holofernes the Pedant, Nathaniel the Curate, and Dull the Constable.

...all this while.
Nor understood none neither, sir.

...will employ thee.
I’ll make one in a dance, or so; or I will play on
the tabor to the Worthies and let them dance the
hay.


...our sport! Away.
They exit.