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Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as
Re-enter Clown. able body as when he numbered thirty : a' will be here Clo. 0, madam! yonder 's my lord your son with a to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intel- patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar ligence hath seldom failed.
under it, or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly Count. It rejoices me that I hope I shall see him ere patch of velvet. His left cheek is a cheek of two pile I die. I have letters that my son will be here to-night: and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. I shall beseech your lordship, to remain with me till Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good they meet together.
livery of honour ; so, belike, is that. Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face. might safely be admitted.
Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you : I long to Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. talk with the young noble soldier.
Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine I thank my God, it holds yet.
hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man.
SCENE I.--Marseilles. A Street.
SCENE II. Rousillon. The inner Court of the
Enter Clown, and PAROLLES, ill-favoured.?
but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's mood, and Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,
smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. As nothing can unroot you. In happy time,
Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it Enter a Gentleman, a Stranger.!
smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr’ythee, allow the If he would spend his power.---God save you, sir. wind. Gent. And you.
Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir : I Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. spake but by a metaphor. Gent. I have been sometimes there.
Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr’ythee, From the report that goes upon your goodness;
get thee farther. And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
Clo. Foh! pr’ythee, stand away: a paper from forThe use of your own virtues, for the which
tune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here I shall continue thankful.
he comes himself. Gent. What's your will ?
Enter LAFEU. Hel. That it will please you
Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, To give this poor petition to the king,
(but not a musk-cat) that has fallen into the unclean And aid me with that store of power you have, fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied To come into his presence.
[Giving it to him. withal. Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may, for he Gent. The king's not here.
looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally, Hel.
Not here, sir ?
knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, Gent. Not, indeed : and leave him to your lordship.
Exit Clown. He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath Than is his use.
cruelly, scratched. Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !
Laf. And what would you have me to do ? 't is too Hel. All's well that ends well yet,
late to pare her nails 110w. Wherein have you played Though time seem so adverse, and means unfit.- the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, I do beseech you, whither is he gone ?
who of herself is a good lady, and would not have Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;
knaves thrive long under her ? There's a quart d'ecu Whither I am going.
for you. Let the justices make you and fortune friends; Hel. I do beseeeh you, sir,
I am for other business. Since you are like to see the king before me,
Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one single Commend the paper to his gracious hand;
word. Which, I presume, shall render you no blame,
Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall But rather make you thank your pains for it.
ha't; save your word. I will come after you, with what good speed
Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Our means will make us means.
Laf. You beg more than one word, then.--Cox' my Gent.
This I'll do for you. passion! give me your hand.--How does your drum ? Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank’d, Par. O, my good lord ! you were the first that found Whate'er falls more.--We must to horse again :
(thee. Go, go, provide.
[Exeunt.! Laf. Was I, in sooth ? and I was the first that lost
la gentle Astringer: in f. e.
2 This word is not added in f. e.
Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some Th’inaudible and noiseless foot of time grace, for you did bring me out.
Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me The daughter of this lord. at once both the office of God and the devil ? one Ber.
Admiringly. brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. My liege, at first [Trumpets sound.] The king 's coming; I know by his I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart trumpets.-Sirrah, inquire farther after me: I had talk Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue : of you last night. Though you are a fool and a knave, Where the impression of mine eye infixing, you shall eat : go to, follow.
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, Par. I praise God for you.
[Exeunt. Which warp'd the line of every other favour, SCENE III.-The Same. A Room in the COUNTESS'S Extended or contracted all proportions,
Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen,
To a most hideous object. Thence it came,
Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye
Well excus'd: As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
That thou didst love her strikes some scores away Her estimation home.
From the great compt. But love, that comes too late, Count. 'Tis past, my liege ;
Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, And I beseech your majesty to make it
To the great sender turns a sore offence, Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze? of youth :
Crying, that's good that's gone. Our rash faults When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, Make trivial price of serious things we have, O’erbears it, and burns on.
Not knowing them, until we know their grave : King.
My honour'd lady, Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, I have forgiven and forgotten all,
Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust; Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Our own love, waking, cries to see what's done, And watch'd the time to shoot.
While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Laf.
This I must say.
Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. But first I beg my pardon,-the young lord
Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin : Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
The main consents are had; and here we'll stay Offence of mighty note, but to himself
To see our widower's second marriage-day. The greatest wrong of all : he lost a wife,
Laf. Which better than the first, 0, dear heaven, Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Must be digested, give a favour from you;
Praising what is lost To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
And every hair that's on 't, Helen, that's dead,
The last time ere she took her leave at court,
I saw upon her finger. And deeper than oblivion we do bury
Hers it was not. The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
While I was speaking, oft was fastend to 't. So 't is our will he should.
This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, Gent.
I shall, my liege. [Exit Gentleman. I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood King. What says he to your daughter? have you Necessitied to help, that by this token spoke?
I would relieve her. Had you that craft to reave her Laf. All that he is hath reference to your high- Of what should stead her most ?
My gracious sovereign, King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
The ring was never hers. That set him high in fame.
Son, on my life,
I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it
At her life's rate.
I am sure I saw her wear it. For thou may'st see a sunshine and a hail
Ber. You are deceiv'd: my lord, she never saw it. In me at once; but to the brightest beams
In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Distracted clouds give way: so stand thou forth; Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name The time is fair again.
Of her that threw it. Noble she was, and thought Ber:
My high repented blames, I stood engag'd; but when I had subscrib'd Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
To mine own fortune, and inform’d her fully King.
All is whole;
I could not answer in that course of honour Not one word more of the consumed time.
As she had made the overture, she ceas’d, Let's take the instant by the forward top,
In heavy satisfaction, and would never For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
Receive the ring again.
1 blade: in f. e. 2 sour: in f. e.
3 This and the next line are erased by the MS. emendator of the folio, 1632. 4 f. e. assign this and the next line to the Countess. 5 Old copies : cesse.
6 ere I : in f. e.
My suit, as I do understand, you know,
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
And both shall cease, without your remedy. That you are well acquainted with 't yourself,
King. Come hither, county. Do you know these Confess 't was hers, and by what rough enforcement
women ? You got it from her. She call’d the saints to surety, Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny That she would never put it from her finger,
But that I know them.
know them. Do they charge me farther ? Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife ? Where you have never come, or sent it us
[Rising." Upon her great disaster.
Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
If you shall marry,
For I by vow am so embodied yours,
That she which marries you must marry me;
Laf. [To BERTRAM.] Your reputation comes too More than to see this ring.-Take him away.-- short for my daughter: you are no husband for her.
(Guards seize BERTRAM. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
Whom sometime I have laugh'd with. Let your Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
highness Having vainly fear'd too little.-Away with him! Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, We'll sift this matter farther.
Than so to think that I would sink it here. [friend, Ber.
If you shall prove King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill tó This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Till your deeds gain them : fairer prove your honour, Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Than in my thought it lies.
Good my lord,
Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
He had not my virginity. Gent.
Gracious sovereign, King. What say'st thou to her ? Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not:
She's impudent, my lord; Here's a petition from a Florentine,
And was a common gamester to the camp. Who hath, for four or five removes, come short
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord : if I were so, To tender it herself. I undertook it,
He might have bought me at a common price:
Whose high respect, and rich validity,
Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that, With an importing visage; and she told me,
He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
If I be one. Your highness with herself.
Count. He blushes, and 't is his. King. [Reads.] “Upon his many protestations to Of six preceding ancestors, that gem marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, Conferr’d by testament to the sequent issue, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower: Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife : his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to That ring 's a thousand proofs. him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I
Methought, you said, follow him to his country for justice. Grant it me, 0 You saw one here in court could witness it. king! in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flour- Dia. I did, my lord, but loth am to produce ishes, and a poor maid is undone. 66 DIANA CAPILET." So bad an instrument: his name 's Parolles.
Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll? Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. him : for this, I 'll none of him.
King. Find him, and bring him hither. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu,
What of him ? To bring forth this discovery.--Seek these suitors.- He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, Go speedily, and bring again the count.
With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debauch’d, [Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady,
Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
That will speak any thing ?
She hath that ring of yours. Re-enter Bertram, guarded.
Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik'd her,
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and DIANA. As all impediments in fancy's course
1 An allusion to the Alchemists. 2 Enter a Gentleman : in f. e. 3 A “toll" was paid for the privilege of selling a horse at a fair.
5 Not in f. e. 6 count: in f. e. 7 Not in f. e. 4 This word is inserted in place of “sir," in Lord F. Egerton's MS. annotated folio, 1623. 8 Old copies : hit (the old form of it). 9 insuit coming: in f. e.