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lose by't;

That shall attend his love.

Par. There'r little can be said in't ; 'tis against Count. Heaven bless him!--L'arcwell, Bertram. the rule of nature. To speak on the part of vira

[Exit Countess. ginity, is to accuse your mothers : which is most Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your infallible disobedience. Hle, that hangs himself, is thoughts, [To Helena.] be servants to you ! Be a virgin : virginity murders itself; and should be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as Inuch of her.

a desperate ottendress against nature. Virginity Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes itself credit of your father. [Exe. Bertram and Lafeu. to the very paring, and so dica irith feeding his own

Hel. 0, were that all ! -- I think not on my father; stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, And these great tears grace his remembrance more made of self-love, which is the most inhibited' sin Than those I shed for hiin. What was hc like? in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but I have forgot him: my imagination

Out with’t: within ten years it will make Carrics no favour in it, but Bertram's.

itsell ten, which is a goodly increase; and the prita I am undone ; there is no living, none,

cipal itself not much the worse: Away with't. I Bertram be away. It were all one,

Hel. How might onc do, sir, to lose it to her own That I should love a bright particular star, liking ? And think to wed it, he is so above me:

Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that In his bright radiance and collateral light ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

with lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off The ambition in my love thus plagues itself : with'l, while 'lis vendible: answer the time of reThe hind, that woull be mated by the lion, quest. Virginiiy, like an old courtier, wears her Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable : To see hiin every hour; to sit and draw

just like the brooch and toothpick, which wear not His arched brows, his hawking cyc, his curls, now: Your date is better in your pie and your In our heart's table ;? heart, too capable porridge, than in your check: Ånd your virginiiy, Of every line and trick of his sweet favour :4 your old virginity, is like one of our french witherBut now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy ed pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet,

'lis a withered' pear: Will you any thing with it? Enter Parolles.

Hel. Not my virginity yet.
One that goes with him: I love him for his sake; There shall your master have a thousand loves,
And yet I know him a notorious liar,

A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; A phenix, captain, and an enemy,
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
Look bleak in the cold wind; withal, fuil oft we sce His humble ambition, proud humility,
Cold wisdom waiting on superiluous folly. His jarring concord, and his discard dulcet,
Par. Save you, fair queen.

His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
Hel. And you, monárch.

Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms, Par. No,

That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall heHel. And no.

I know not what he shall :-God send him well!Par. Are you meditating on virginity ?

The court's a learning-place;-and he is oneHel. Ay. You have some stain of solilier in you ; Par. What one, i'laith? let me ask you a question: Man is enemy to vir- Hel. That I wish well.—'Tis pityginity; how may we barricado it against hiin? Par. What's pity ? Par. Keep him out.

Hd. That wishing well had not a body in't, Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though which might be felt: that we, the poorer born, valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unlold to us Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, some warlike resistance.

Might with effects of them follow our friends, Par. There is none; man, sitting down before and show what we alone must think ;' which never vou, will undermine you, and blow you up. Returns us thanks.

Hel. Bless our poor virginity froni underminers, and blowers up!- Is there no military policy, how

Enter a Page. virgins might blow up men?

Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you, Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will

(Exil Page, quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him Par, Little Helen, farewell : if I can remember down again, with the breach yourselves made, you thee, I will think of thce at court. lose your city. It is not politic in the common- Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a wealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of charitable star, virginity is rational increase ; and there was never Par. Under Mars, I. virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That, you He!, I especially think, under Mars. were made of, is melal to make virgins. Virginity, Par. Why under Mars? by being once lost, may be ten times found: by Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you. being ever kept, it is ever lost: 'tis too cold a com- must needs be born under Mars, panion; away with it.

Par. When he was predominant. Hel. 'I will stand for't a little, though therefore Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. I die a virgin.

Par. Why think you so ? (1) i. e. May you be mistress of your wishes, (5) Forbidden. and have power to bring them to eflect.

(6) A quibblc on date, which means age, and (2) Helena considers her heart as the tablet on candied fruit. which his resemblance was portrayed.

(7) i. e. And show by realities what we wJT (3) Peculiarity of feature; (4) Countenance, must only think,

Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight./, King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, Par. That's for advantage.

As when thy father, and myself, in friendship Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the first try'd our soldiership! He did look far safety : But the composition, that your valour and Into the service of the time, and was fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and Disciples of the bravest: he lasted long ; I like the wear well.

But on us both did haggish age steal on, Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer And wore us out of act. It much repairs4 me thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the To talk of your good father : In his youth which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, He had the wit, which I can well observe 80 thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, To-day in our young lords ; but they may jest and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine Ere they can hide their levity in honour. ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou So like a courtier, contempt 'nor bitterness hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were, none, remember thy friends: get thec a good hus. His cqual had awak'd them; and his honour, band, and use him as he uses thee : so farewell. Clock to itself, knew the true minute when

(Exit. Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, Nel. Our remedies ost in ourselves do lie, His tongue obey'd his hand: 'who were below him Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky He us'd as creatures of another place; Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. Making them proud of his humility, What power is it, which mounts my love so high; In their poor praise he humbled : Such a man That makes me sce, and cannot feed mine eye? Might be a copy to these younger times; The mightiest space in fortune nature brings Which, follow'd well, would démonstrate them now To join like likes, and kiss like native things.? But goers backward. Impossible be strange attempts, to those

Ber.

His good remembrance, sir, That weigh their pains in sense: and do suppose, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove So in approofs lives not his epitaph, To show her merit, that did miss her love? As in your royal speech. The king's discase—my project may deccive me, King. 'Would, I were with him! He would alBut my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.

ways say, (Exit. (Methinks, I hear him nowv; his plausive words

He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, SCENE II.- Paris. A room in the King's palace. To grow there, and to bear,) — Let me not 'live, Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, Thus his good melancholy oft began, with letters ; Lords and others ailending. On the catastrophe and hcel of pastime, King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the When it was out, let me not live, quoth he, ears;

After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Have fought with equal fortunc, and continue

Oj younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses A braving war.

All but new things disdain: whose judgments are I Lorch So 'lis reported, sir.

Nere fathers of their gar:nents;" whose constancies King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it Expire before their fushions :- -This he wish'd: A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,

1, after him, do after him wish too, With caution, that the Florentine will move us

Since I nor wax, nor honcy, can bring home, For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend

I quickly were dissolved from my hive, Prejudicates the business, and would secm

To give some labourers room. To have us make denial.

2 Lord.

You are lov'd, sir ; 1 Lord. His love and wisdom,

They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead

King. I fill a place, I know't.—How long is't, For amplest credence,

count, King. He hath arm'l our answer,

Since the physician at your father's died ? And Florence is denied before he comes :

Ile was much fam'd. Yet, for our gentleinen, that mean to sce

Ber.

Some six months since, my lord. The Tuscan service, freely have they leave

King. If he were living, I would try him yet;To stand on either part.

Lend me an arm ;-the rest have worn me out 2 Lord. It may well scrvc

With scveral applications :-nature and sickness A nursery to our gentry, who are sick

Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; For breathing and exploit.

My son's no dearer.
King.
What's he comes here?

Ber.

Thank your majesty.

[Exeunt. Flourish. Enter Bertram, Lafcu, and Parolles. 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, SCENE !II.Rousillon. A Room in the CounYoung Bertram.

tcss's Palace, Enter Countess, Steward, and King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's suce;

Clown. Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,

Count. I will now hcar; what say you of this Hath well compos'd thcc. Thy father's moral parts gentlewoman? May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris, Slow. Maurm, the carc I have had to cven your Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. content, I wish night be found in the calendar

of my past endeavours; for then we wound our (1) i. e. Thou wilt comprehend it. (2) Things formed by nature for each other. (5) Ilis is put for ils. (6) Approbation.

(3) The citizens of the small republic of which (7) Who have no other use of their faculties than Sienna is the capital,

to invent new modes of dress. (4) To repair, here significs to renovate

(8) To act up to your desires.

Dess.

modesty, and make soul the clearness of our de- Was this king Priam's joy? servings, when of ourselves we publish them.

With that she sighed as she stood, Count. What does this knave here? Get you With that she sigled as she stood, gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of you, And gave this sentence then; I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness, that I do not Amnong nine ond if one be good, for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and Among nine bzul if one be good, have ability enough to make such knaveries yours. There's yel me good in ten.

Clo. "Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the poor Allow.

song, sirrah. Count. Well, sir.

Clo. One good woman in ten, madam; which Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; is a purifying o' the song: 'Would God would though many of the rich are damned: But, if i serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault may have your ladyship's good will to go to the with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson: One world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?

born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, Clo. I do beg your good will in this case. l't would mend the lottery well; a man may draw Count. In what case?

his heart out, ere he pluck one. Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I is no heritage : and, I think, I shall never have the command you ? blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for, Clo. That man should be at woman's command, they say, bearns? are blessings.

and yet no hurt done!--Though honesty be no puCount. Tell me the reason why thou wilt marry. ritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the sur.

Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I ain plice of humility over the black gown of a big driven on by the flesh; and he musi needs go, that heart.-I am going, forsooth: the business is for the devil drives.

Helen to come hither.

[Exit Clown. Count. Is this all your worship's reason? Count. Well, now.

Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, Sltw. I know, madam, you love your gentlesuch as they are.

woman entirely. Count. May the world know them?

Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as to me; and she herself, without other adrantage, you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do may lawfully make tille to as much love as she marry, that I may repent.

finds: there is more owing her, than is paid; and Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wicked- more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.

Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to than, I think, she wished me: alone she was, and have friends for my wife's sake.

did communicate to herself, her own words to her Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. own cars; she thought, I dare vow for her, they

Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am she loved your son: Fortune, she said, was no a-weary of. He, that ears: my land, spares my goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their team, and gives me Icave to inn the crop: IC I be two estates; Love, no god, that would not extend his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first desh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, assault, or ransome afterward: This she delivered is my friend : ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard friend. If men could be contented to be what they virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty, speedily are, there were no fear in marriage; for young to acquaint you withal; sithence,' in the loss that Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, may happen, it concerns you something to know it. howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep heads are both one, they may joll horns together, it to yourself: many likelihoods informed me of like any dcer i' the herd.

this before, which hung so tottering in the balance Count. Wilt thou ever be a soul-mouthed and that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt : Pray calumnious knave?

you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the ihank you for your honest care: I will speak with truth the next way::

you further anon.

(Exit Steward. For I the ballad will repeat,

Enter Helena.
Which men full true shall find;
Your marriage comes by destiny,

Count. Even so it was with me, when I was
Your cuckoo sings by kind.

young:

If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;

Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; Slew. May it please you, madam, that he bid It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Helen come to you ; or her í am to speak. Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth.

Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would By our remembrances of days foregone, speak with her; Helen I' mean.

Such were our faults ;-or then we thought them Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,

(Singing. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
Why the Grecians sacked Troy?

Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
Fond done, done fond,

Count.

You know, Helen (1) To be married. Children. (5) The nearest way. (6) Foolishly done. 13) Ploughs.

Therefore. (7) Since.

more anon.

none.

were

I am a mother to you.

I love your son :Hel. Mine honourable mistress.

My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love : Count.

Nay, a mother; Be not offended; for it hurts not him,
Why not a mother ? When I said, a mother, That he is lov'd'of me: I follow him not
Melhought you saw a serpent: What's in mother, By any token of presumptuous suit;
That you start at it? I say, I am your mother ; Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him;
And put you in the catalogue of those

Yet never know how that desert should be.
That were enwombed mine : 'Tis olen seen, I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
Adoptiou strives with nature; and choice breeds Yet, in this captious and intenablc sieve,
A native slip to us from foreign sceds :

I still pour in the waters of my love,
You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-likc,
Yet I express to you a mother's care:--

Religious in mine error, I adore
God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood, The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter, But knows of him no inore. My dearest madam,
That ihis distemper'd messenger of wet,

Let not your hate encounter with my love, The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye? For loving where you do: but, if yoursell, Why?--that you are my daughter ?

Whose aged honour ciles a virtuous youth, Hel.

That I am not. Did ever, in so true a llame of liking, Count. I say, I am your mother.

Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Hel.

Pardon, madam; Was both herself and love ;6 ( then, give pity The count Rousillon cannot be my brother: To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose I am from humble, he from honour'd name ; But lend and give, where she is sure to lose; No note upon my parents, his all noble:

That seeks not to find that her search implies, My master, my dear lord, he is; and I

But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. His servant live, and will' his vassal die :

Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly, He must not be my brother.

To go to Paris ?
Count.
Nor I your mother?

Hel.

Madam, I had. Hel. You are my mother, madam; 'Would you Count.

Wherefore ? tell true.

Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother,) You know, my father left me some prescriptions Indeed, my mother!-or were you both our mothers, or rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading, I care no more for,' than I do for heaven, And manifest experience, had collected So I were not his sister: Can't no other, For general sovercignty; and that he will’d me But, I your daughter, he must be my brother? In heedfullest reservation to bestow them, Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter- As notes, whose faculties inclusive were, in-law;

More than they were in note:' amongst the rest, God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother, There is a remcdy, approv'd, set down, So strives upon your pulse: What, pale again? To cure the desperate languishes, whereof My fear hath catch'd your fondness: Now I see The king is render'd lost. The mystery of your loneliness, and find

Count.

This was your motive Your salt tears' head.: Now to all sense 'tis gross, For Paris, was it? speak. You love my son; invention is asham'd,

Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this; Against the proclamation of thy passion, Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, To say, thou dost not: therefore tell me true; Haul, from the conversation of my thoughts, But tell me then, 'tis 50:-for, look, thy cheeks Haply, been absent then. Confess it, one to the other; and thine eyes Count.

But think you, Helen, See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours, if you should tender your supposed aid, That in their kindthey speak it: only sin He would receive it? He and his physicians And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,

Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, That truth should be suspected : Speak, is't so ? They, that they cannoi help: blow shall they credit If it be so, you have wound a goodly clue; A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, If it be not, forswear't: howc'er, I charge thee, Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, The danger io itself? To tell me truly.

Hel.

There's something hints, Hel.

Good madam, pardon me ! More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Count. Do you love my son ?

Of his profession, that his good receipt llel.

Your pardon, noble mistress! Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified Count. Love you my son ?

By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your Hel.

Do not you love him, madam? honour Count. Go not about ; my love hath in't a But give me leave to try success, I'd venture bond,

The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure, Whereof the world takes note: come, come, dis-By such a day, and hour. close

Count.

Dost thou believe't ? The state of your affection ; for your passions

Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly. Have to the full appeach'd.

Count. Why, IIclen, thou shalt have my leave,

and love, Hel.

Then, I confess,

Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings Here on my knee, before high hcaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven,

To those of mine in court; I'll stay at home, (1) i. e. I care as much for: I wish it equally. that you were no less virtuous when young. (2) Contend.

(6) i. e. Venus. (3) The source, the cause of your grief.

(7) Receipts in which greater virtues were en. 14) According to their nature.

closed than appeared. 5) i.e. Whose respectable conduci in age provesi

(8) Exhaustcd of their skill.

And pray God's blessing into thy attempt: sword entrenched it: say to him, I live; and ob-
Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, serve his reports for me.
What I can help thee to, thou shalt not in iss, 2 Lord. We shall, noble captain.

[Exeunt. Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! [Exeunt

Lords.] What will you do ?

Ber. Stay; the king-- [Seeing him rise. ACT II.

Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble SCENE I.--Paris. A room in the King's palace. or too cold an adicu: be more expressive to them;

lords; you have restrained yourself in the list Florirish. Enter King, with young Lords lahing for they wear themselves in the cap of time, there, leave for the Florentine war ; Bertram, Parolles, do muster true gait," eat, speak, and move under and attendants.

the influence of the most received star; and though King. Farewell, young lord, these warlike prin-the devil lead the measure, such are to be followciples,

ed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell. Do not throw from you:-and you, my lord, sare

Ber. And I will do so. well:

Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, sinewy sword-men. [Exe. Bertram and Parolles. The gis doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,

Enter Laseu. And is enough for both. 1 Lord.

It is our hope, sir, Laf. Pardon, my lord, [Kneeling.] for me and After well-enter'd soldiers, to return

for my lidings. And find your grace in health.

King. I'll see thee to stand up. King. No, no, it cannot be ; and yet my heart Laf.

Then here's a man Will not confess he owes the malady

Stanis, that has brought his pardon. I would, you That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords; Had kneeld, my lord, to ask me mercy; and Whether I live or die, be you the sons.

That, at my bidding, you could so stand up. Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy

king. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, (Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall

And ask'd thee mercy for’t. Of the last monarchy,') see, that you come Laf.

Good faith, across • Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd The bravest questant? shrinks, find what you seek, Or your infirmity ? That famc may cry you loud : I say, farewell. king.

No. 2 Lord. Health, ‘at your bidding, serve your Laf.

O, will you cat majesty!

No grapes, my royal fox ? yes, but you will, King. Those girls of Italy, take hiced of them; My noble grapes, an if my royal fox They say, our Prench lack language to deny, Could reach them: I have seen a medicine, so If they demand: beware of being captives, That's able to breathe life into a stone; Before you serve."

Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary," Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. With sprightly tire and motion; whose simple touch King. Farewell.—Come hither to me.

Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay, (The King retires to a couch. To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, i Lord. O my sweet lord, ihat you will stay And write to her a love-line. behind us.

King.

What her is this? Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark

Laf. Why, doctor she: My lord, there's one 2 Lord. 0, 'lis brave wars!

arriv'd, Par. Most admirable : I have seen those wars. If you will see her,—now, by my faith and honour,

Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coils with; IT seriously I may convey my thoughts Too young, and the next year, and 'lis too early. In this my light deliverance, I have spoke Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession, ? bravely.

Wisdom, and constancy, liath amaz'd me more Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Than I dare blame my weakness: Will you see her, Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, (For that is her demand,) and know her business! Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, That done, laugh well at me. But one to dance with!s By heaven, I'll stcalaway. king:

Now, good Laseu, I Lord. There's honour in the theft.

Bring in the admiration, that we with thee Par.

Commit it, count. May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, 2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell. By wond'ring how thou took’st it. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured Laf.

Nay, I'll fit you, body:

And not be all day neither.

(Exil Lafeu. i Lord. Farewell, captain.

king. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues 2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles ! Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin.

Re-enter Lascu, with Helena,
Good sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals:- Laf. Nay, come your ways.
You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one King.

This haste hath wings indeed captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of Laf. Nay, come your ways;

here on his sinister check; it was this very This is nis majesty, say your mind to him : (1) i. e. Those excepted who possess modern (6) They are the foremost in the fashion. Italy, the remains of the Roman empire.

(7) Have the true military step. (8) The dance. (2) Secker, inquirer.

(9) Unskilfully; a phrase taken from the exer(3) Be not captives before you are soldiers, cisc at a quintaine. (4) With a noise, bustle.

(10) A female physician. (11) A kind of dance. (5) In Shakspeare's time it was usual for gentle, (12) By profession is meant her declaration of men to dance with swords on.

the object of her coming.

war,

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