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and they'll be for the towery way, that leads to Gent. And you.
the broad gate, and the great fire.

Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of
Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of

France. thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would Gent. I bave been sometimes there. not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my Hel. I do presume, Sir, that you are not borses be well looked to, without any tricks.

fallen Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, Sir, they From the reports that goes upon your goodness ; sball be jades' tricks; which are their own right and therefore goaded with most sharp occa; by the law of nature.


Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy. Which lay nice manners by, I put you to

Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made The use of your own virtues, for the wbicb
bimself inuch sport out of him : by this autho. I shall continue thankful.
rity be remains here, which he thinks is a patent Gent. What's your will ?
for his sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace,

Hel. Tbat it will please you but runs where he will.

To give this poor petition to tbe king ; Laf. I like him well ; 'tis not amiss : and ! And aid me with that store of power you have, was about to tell you, Since I heard of the good to come into his presence. lady's death, and that iny lord your son was upon Gent. The king's not here. his return home, I moved the king my master,

Hel. Not here, Sir to speak in the behalf of my daughter ; wbich, Gent. Not, indeed : in the minority of them both, his majesty, out He bence remov'd last night, and with more of a self-gracions remembrance, did first pro.

baste pose : his bighness bath promised me to do it : Than is his use. and, to stop up the displeasure he bath conceived Wit. Lord, how we lose our pains ! against your son, there is no fitter matter. How

Hel. All's well that ends well; yet; does your ladyship like it!

Though time seems so advérse, and means Count. With very much content, my lord, and

untit. I wish it happily effected.

I do beseech you, whither is he gone? Laf. His bighness comes post from Marseilles, Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon ; of as able body as wben he numbered thirty ; bé Whither I am going. will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him

Hel. I do beseecb you, Sir, Ibat in such intelligence bath seldorn failed. Since you are like to sec the king before me,

Count. It rejoices mc, that I hope I shall sec Conimend the paper to his gracious hand; him ere I die. I have letters, that my sou will which, I presume, shall render you no blame be here to-night: I shall beseech your lordship, But rather make you thank your pains for it: to remain with me till they meet together. I will coine after you, with what good speed

Laj. Madam, I was thinking with what man. Our means will make us means. ners I inight safely be admitted.

Gent. This l'll do for you. count. You need but plead your honourable Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well privilege.

thank'd, Luif. Lady, of that I bave made a bold charter; Whate'er falls more.-We must to horse again ;but, I thank my God, it bolds yet.

Go, go, provide.

(Eseunt. Re-enter CLOWN.

SCENE II.-Rousillon.--The inner Court of Clo. O madam, 'yonder's my lord your son

the Countess' Palace. with a patch of velvet on's face : whether there

Enter CLOWN and PAROLLES. be a scar under it, or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet: his left cheek is a Par. Good nionsieur Lavatch, give my lord cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek Lafeu this letter : 1 bave ere now, sir, becu better is worn bare.

known to you, when I bave held familiarity with Laj. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a fresher clothes; but I am now, Sir, muddied in good livery of honour; só, belike, is that. fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of ber Clo. Bot it is your carbonadoed + face.

strong displeasure. Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you ; I

(lo. Truly, fortune's displeasnre is but sluttish, long to talk with the young noble soldier.

if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with deli benceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. cate tine hals, and most courteous feathers, which Prythee, allow the wind. bow the bead, and nod at every man. (Eseunt.

Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, Sir ; ! spake by a metaphor.

('lo. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose ; or against any inan's metaphor.

Prythee, get thee further.

Pur. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper.

('lo. Fob, pr'ytbee, stand away: A paper from SCEVE 1.- Marseilles.-A Street. fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look,

here be comes bisell.
Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA, with tuo

Enter LAPEU.
Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and

Here is a pur of fortune's, Sir, or of fortune's night,

cat, (but noi a musk-cat,) ihat has fallen into

the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, Must wear your spirits low: we cannot belp it ; But, since you have made the days and nighis use the carp as you may; for be looks like a

as be says, is muddied witbal: Pray you, Sir, as one, To wrar your gentle limbs in my affairs,

poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,

I do pity his c'istiess in my smiles of confort,

and leave bim to your lordship. As nothiug can unroot you. in bappy time ;

[Evil Clowx. Enter a gentle ASTRINGER. *

Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune bath

cm This man may help me to his majesty's ear,

scratched. ir be would spend his power.-Gud save you, I'tis too late to pare ber nails now.

Lat. And wbat would you have me to do!

Wherein Sir.

have you played the knave with furtune, that sbe • Mischievensly unhappy, wgie.

boald sciatch you, who of berscit is a good Scorchos inke a piece of meat for the grtuiron.

lady, and would not have kies thrive long * Agentleman Falconer.

nouer her? There's a quart d'ecu for you : Let

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the justices make you and fortune friends; I am | For thon may'st see a sun-shine and a bat for otnes business.

In me at once : But to the brigtitest bens Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one Distracted clouds give way; so stand tou forts, single word.

The tine is fair again. Lat. You beg a single penny more : come, Ber. My bigh-repeuted blames, you shall ba't : save your word. *

Dear sovereign pardon to me. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. King. All is whole ;

Laf. You beg more than one word then.-- Not one word more of the consumed time. Cox' my passion! give me your hand :—How Let's take the instant by the forward topi does your drum ?

For we are old, and on our quick'st decit Pur. O my good lord, you were the first that the inaudible and noiseless foot of time found me.

Steals ere we can effect them : You remember Laf. Was I, in sooth ? and I was the first that the daughter of this lord? lost ihee.

Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart some grace, for you did bring me out.

Durst make tov bold a berald of my timse: Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put where the impression of mine eye iudvias, upon me at once both the ofice of God and the Contempt bis scorul perspective did teatre, devil ? one brings thee in grace, and the other, which warp'd the line of every other facer, brings thee out. [Trumpets sound.] The king's Scorn'd a fair colour, or expressid it wuia; coming, i know by bis trumpets.--Sirrah, inqnic Extended or contrarted ali proportions, further after me; I bad talk of you last night : To a most hideous onject: Thence it caine, though you are a fool and a kuave, you shall eat; That sbe, whom all men prais'a, a la go to, follow.

myself, Par. I praise God for you. [Ereunt. Since I have lost, bave lov'd, was in nine ye

The dust that did oftend it. SCENE 111.-The same.- A Room in the King. Well excus'd: COUNTESS' Palace.

That thou didst love ber, strikes seme sports

away Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LANCO, From the great compt : But love, that com LORDS, GENTLEMEN, Guards, $c.

too late, King. We lost a jewel of ber; and our es. Like a remorset pardon slowly carried, teeint

To the great sender torna a sour offence, Was made much poorer by it : but your son, Crying, That's good that's gone : our rad As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know

faults Her estimation home. 1

Make trivial price of serious things we have, Count. 'Tis past, my liege :

Not knowi g them, until we know their grare. And I beseech your majesty to make it

on our displeasures to ourselves unjusi, Natural rebellion, done i'tbe blaze of youth ; Destroy our friends, and after werp their das: When oil and tire, too strong for reason's force, Our own love waking cries to see what's dove, O'er bears it, and burus on.

While shameful hate sleeps out the afters. King. My honour'd lady,

Be this sweet Heleu's koell, and bow feiset I have forgiven and forgotten all ;

her. Though my revenges were bigh bent upon him, Send forth your amorous token for fair Moks: And watch'd the time to shout.

The main consents are bad; and bere et'u say Laf. This I must say,-

To see our widower's second marriage-day. Bat tirst I beg my pardon,-The young lord

Count. Which belter than the rol, u dear Did to his majesty, bis mother, and bis lady,

heaven, bless! Offence of mighty note ; but tu binsell

Or, ere they meel, in me, o nature, cease ! The greatest wrong of all : he lost a wise,

Laf. Come on, ny son, in whom In Legea Whose beauty did astonish the survey

name of richest eyes ; $ whose words all ears took Must be digested, give a favour from you, captive ;

To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to That she may quickly come. - By my old trar! serve,

And every hair that's ou'l, Helen, tbai's do, Humbly call'd mistress.

Was a sweet creature ; such a ring as this, King. Praising what is lost,

The last that e'er I took her Icase at Cuurt, Makes the remembrance dear.--Well, call himn I saw upon her finger. bither :-

Ber. Her's it was not. We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill

King. Now, pray you, let me see it; car All repetition : 1h-Let him not ask our pardun;

eye, The nature of his great ollence is dead,

While I was speaking, oft was fastend to'r.And deeper than oblivion do we bury

This ring was mine; and, when I gave i Heka, The incensing relics of it: let hiin approach, I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood A stranger, no offeuder ; aud inforu bim, Necessitied to help, that by this token So 'tis our will he should.

I would relieve her: Had you that craft, te Gent. I shall, my liege. (Erit GENTLEMAN.

reave her King. What says he to your daughter? have or wbat should stead her most ? you spoke?

Ber. My gracious sover ign, Laf. All that he is bath reference to your Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, highness.

Tbe ring was never ber's. King. Then sball we have a match. I have Count. Son, on my life,

letters sent me, That set him high in fame.

I have seen her wear it; and she reckoned it

At her life's rate.

Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it.
Laf. He looks well on't.

Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she port

saw it : King. I am not a day of season,

In Florence was it from a casement throw the • You need not ask ;-here it is.

Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd ibe name + Reckoning or estimate.

Oi ber that threw it : noble she wis, 24 Coinpletely, in its full extent.

thought So in As you like it to have seen much and to 1 stood engag'a : + but when I had subscribed have bothing is to bave ritheses and poor band

il.e. The first interview shall put an end to all recol. lection of the past. sle. Of uninterrupted rain.

• Faults repented of to the atmest.

le the sense of huergesed.

mine ;

To mite own fortnne, and inform'd her folly, Count. Now, justice on the doers !
I could not answer in that course of honour
As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,

Enter Bertram, guarded.
In beavy satisfaction, and would never

King. I wonder, Sir, since wives are monsters Receive the ring again.

to you, King. Plutus biunself,

And that you by them as you swear them lordThat knows the tinct and multiplying medi- ship, cine

Yet you desire to marry.-What woman's thali Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Than I have in this ring : 'twas mine, 'twas

Re-enter GENTLEMAN, with Widow, and Helen's,

DIANA. Whoever gave it you ; Then, if you know Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentive, That you are well acquainted with yourself, + Derived from the ancient Capulet; Confess 'twas her's, and by what tough enforce- My suit, as I do understand, you know, ment

And therefore know how far I may be pitied. You got it from her : she call'd the saiuts to Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and murety

honour That she would never put it from her fluger, Both suffer under this complaint we bring, Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,

And both shall cease without your remedy. (Wbere yoa have never coine,) or sent it us King. Cume bither, count; Do you know Upon her great disaster.

these women ? Ber. She never saw it.

Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mive Bat that I know thein : Do they charge me honour;

further And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your Which would fain shut out : If it should

wife 1 prove

Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. That thou art so inhuman,-'will not prove Dia. If you shall marry,

You give away this hand, and that is mine ; And yet I know not :-thou didst hate her You give away heaven's vows, and those are

deadly, And she is dead; which notliing, but to close You give away myself, which is known mine ; Her eyes myself, could win mne to believe, For I by vow am so embodied your's, More tban to see this ring.–Take hiin away. That she, wbichi marries you, must enarry me,

(Guarits seize BERTRAN. Either both or none. My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Laf. Your reputation (To BERTRAM.) coines Shall tax iny fears of little vanity,

too short for my daughter, you are no husband Having vainly fear'd too little.--Away with for her. him ;

Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate we'll sist this matter further.

creature, Ber. If you shall prove

Whom sometime I have laugh'd with : let your This ring was ever ber's, you shall as easy

higtiness Prove that I hasbanded ber bed in Florence, Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Where yet she never was.

Tban for to think that I would sink it here. (Erit BERTRAW, guarded. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them in

to friend, Enter a GENTLEMAN.

rul your deeds gain them : Fairer prove your King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.

bonour, Gent. Gracious sovereign,

Than In my thought it lies ! Whether I have been to blame, or no, i know Dia. Good my lord, not ;

Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
Here's a petition from a Florentine,

He had not my virginity.
Who bath, for four or five removes, I come short King. Wbat say'st thou to her
To tender it berself. I undertook it,

Ber. She's impudent, my lord; Vangaist'd thereto by the fair grace and speech And was a common gamester to the camp. + or the poor suppliant, wbo by this, I know, Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were Is here attending; her business looks in her With an importing visage, and she told me, He might have bought me at a common price. lo a sweet verbal brief, it did concern

Do not believe him : Ob ! behold this ring, Your bigbness with herself.

Whose high respect, and rich validity, : King. (Reads.) Upon his many protestations Did lack a parallel ; yet, for all that, to marry me, when his wife was dead, I He gave it to a commoner o'the camp, blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count If I be one. Rousillan a widower ; his vows are forfeited Count. He blushes, and 'tis it : to me, and my honour's paid to him. He or six preceding ancestors, that gem stole from Florence, taking no leave, and 1 Conferr'a by testament to the sequent issue, follow him to his country for justice : Grant Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife ; it me, o king; in you ti best lies : otherwise That ring's a thousand proofs. « seducer Tourishes, and a poor maid is King. Methought, you said, undone.

DIANA CAPULET. You saw one bere in court could witness it. Laj. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to protoll bim : for this, I'll gone of him.

duce King. The heavens have thought well our three, So bad an instrument ! his name's Parolles. Lafeu,

Laf. i saw the man to-day, if man he be. To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these sui- King. Find him, and bring him hither. tors :

Ber. What of him! Go, speedily, and bring again the count. He's quoted j for a most peridious elave, (Ereurt GENTLEYAN, and some attend. With all the spots o'the world tax'd and de

bosh'd ; || 1 an areard, the life of Heleu, lady,

Whose 'nature sickens, but to speak a truth : was feally snatch'd.

Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,

That will speak any thing? • The philosopher's stone. le. That have the proper consciousness of your • Decense, die. + Gamester when applied to ove actions.

a female, then neant conmon woman. i Host-stages. | Pay toll for him.

* Value. Noted. | Debauched.



That can such sweet use make of what they but the many will be too cbill and tende

vellow starch for bands and rules, te

and made such pestiferous reports of men very | With what it loaths, for that which is away : pobly held, can serve ibe world for no honest But more of this bereafter :---You, Diana, use; therefore you must die. Come, beadsnian, Under my poor instructions yet must suffer off with his head.

Something in my behalf. Par. O Lord, Sir ; let me live, or let me see Dia, Let death and honesty my death!

Go with your impositions, t I am your's, I Sold. That sball you, and take your leave of Upon your will to suffer. all your friends.

(Unmuffling him. 'Hel. Yet, I pray you, So look about you ; Know you any bere ? But with the word, the time will bring on sum. Ber. Good inorrow, noble captain.

mer, 2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles. When briars shall have leaves as well as tbords, I Lord. God save you, noble captain.

And be as sweet as sbarp. We must away: 2 Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us : lord Lafeu ? I am for France.

All's well that ends well : still the tine's the i Lord. Good captain, will you give me a

crown: copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf Whale'er the course, the end is the renown. of the count Rousillon ? an I were not a very

(Erent. cuward, I'd compel it of you ; but fare you well. (Ereunt BERTRAM, LORDS, fe.

SCENE V.-Rousillon.--A Room in the I Sold. You are undone, captain : all but your

COUNTESS' Palace. scarf, that has a knot on't yet. Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot !

Enter COUNTESS, LAPEU, and CLowx. I Sold. If you could find out a country where Laf. No, no, no, yvar son was misled with a but women were that had received so much snipt-taffata fellow there ; whose villanous saf. shame, you might begin an impudent nation. fron would have made all the vabaked and Fare you well, Sir; I am for France tog; we doughy youth of a nation ia his colour : your sball speak of you there.

Erit. daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and Par. Yet ain I thankful : if my heart were your son bere at home, more advanced by the great,

king, than by that red-tailed humble bee I speak "Twould burst at this : Captain, I'll be no more ;

of. But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft

Count. I would I had not kuown him! it was As captain shall : simply the thing I amı

the death of the most virtuous gentle-woma, Shall make me lire. Who kuows bimself 2 that ever nature had praise for creating : il se braggart,

had partaken of my Hesh, and cost me the Let him fear tbis ; for it will come to pass, dearest groans of a mother, I could not have That every braggart shall be found an ass. owed her a more rooted love. Rust, sword ! cool, blushes ! and, Parolles, Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: live

we may pick a thousand salads, ere me light o Sarest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery

such another herb. thrive!

Clo. Indeed, Sir, she was the sweet-marThere's place, and means, for every man joram of the salad, or, rather the berb of alive.

grace. I I'll after thein.

(Erit. Laf. They are not salad-herbs, you toare,

they are nose-herbs. SCENE IV.-Florence -- Room in the

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir, I bare Widow's House.

not much skill in grass.

Laf. Whether dost thou prosess thyself; a Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA. knave, or a fool ? Hel. That you may well perceive I have not knave at a man's.

Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's service, and wrong'd you, One of the greatest in the Christian world

Laf. Your distinction! Shall be my surely ; 'fore whose throne, 'lis

Clo. I would cozen the man of his sile, and

do his service. needful, Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel :

Laf. So you were a knave at his service, in

deed. Time was, I did bim a desired office, Dear almost as his life ; which gratitude

Clo. And I would give his wife my bavlla, Through finty Tartar's bosom Would

Sir, to do her service.

peep forth

Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both Aud answer, thanks : I duly am inform'a,

knave and fool. His grace is at Marseilles ; to which place

Clo. At your service. We have convenient couroy. You must know,

Laf. No, no, no. I am supposed dead : the army breaking,

Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can My busbaud bies bim bome'; where, heaven serve as great a prince as you are. aiding,

Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman! And by the leave of my good lord the king,

Clo. Faith, Sir, he has an English pame: We'll be, hefore our welcome.

bis pbisnomy is more botter in France, than tbefr. Wid. Gentle madam,

Laf. Wbat prince is there?' You never had a servant, to whose trust

Clo. The black prince, Sir; alias, the prike Your business was more welcome.

of darkness ; alias, the devil. Hel. Nor you, inistress,

Laj. Hold thee,' there's my purse : 1.9 Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly la. thee nor this to suggest tbce from the in2,5 bour

thou talkest of ; serve him still. To recompense your love; doubt not, but

Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, tbal ? heaven

ways loved a great fire; and the master 1 spec Hath brought me up to be your daughter's the prince of the world, let bis nobilitas dower,

in his court. As it bath fated ber to be my motive •

I am for the bouse with the La And helper to a husband. Bat strange men! row gate, which I take to be too little for p.

to enter; some, that humble themselves, t. bate, When saucy i trusting of the cozep'd thoughts

• I. e. An honest death. Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play

t Eud.

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courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
King. Let as from point to point this story

The king's a beggar, now the play is done : know,

All is well ended, if this suit be ton,
To inake the even truth in pleasure fow :-

That you express content; which we will
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{To Dusa. With strife to please you, day e.cceeding Choose thou thy busband, and I'll pay tboy Ours be your patience then, and yours our

dower ; For I can guess, that, by thy bonest aid,

parts; Thou kept'st a wife bersell, thyself a maid:

Your gentle 'hands lend us, and take our

hearts. or that, and all the progress, more and less, Resolvedly more leisure shall express :

(Ereunt. All let seems well ; and, if it end so meet, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. • l.e. Hear us without interruption, and take our

(Flourish. parto, support and defend us.

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