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Jhome, more advanc'd by the king, than by that
red-tail'd huinble-bee I speak of. The Widow's House at Florence.
Count. I would, I had not known bim! it was Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana.
the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that Hel. That you may well perceive I have not 5 lever nature had praise for creating: if sbe bad wrong'd you,
Ipartaken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest One of the greatest in the christian world
groans of a mother, I could not have owed her a Shall be my surety ; 'fore whose throne, 'tis need more rooted love. Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: [ful, Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: Time was, I did hiin a desired oftice,
110 we may pick a thousand sallads, ere we light on Dear almost as his life ; which gratitude
Such another herb. Through Hinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth, Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd,
of the sailet, or, rather, the herb of grace. His grace is at Marseilles ; to which place | Laf. They are not sallet-herbs, you knave, they We have convenient convoy. You must know, 15 are nose-herbs. I am supposed dead: the ariny breaking,
Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I have My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, Inot much skill in grass. And by the leave of my good lord the king, | Luf. Whether dost thou profess thyself; a We'll be, before our welcome.
knave, or a fool? Wid. Gentle madam,
201 Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a You never had a servant, to whose trust
knave at a man's. Your business was more welcome.
Laf. Your distinction? Hel. Nor you, mistress,
| Clo.. I would cozen the man of his wife, and Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour do his service. To recompense your love; doubt not, but heaven 25. Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed. Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower, Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble", sir, As it bath fated her to be my motive!
I to do her service. And helper to a husband. But O strange men! Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both That can such sweet use make of what ihey hate, knave and fool. When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts 301 Clo. At your service. Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play
Laf. No, no, no. With what it loaths, for that which is away :
clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve But more of this hereafter :- You, Diana, Jas great a prince as you are. Under my poor instructions yet must suiter
Laf. Who's that?'a Frenchman? Something in my behalf.
135 Clo. Faithi, sir, he has an English name; but his Dia. Let deaih and honesty
Iphisnomy is more hotter in France, than there. Go with your impositions, I am yours
Laf. What prince is that? Upon your will to suffer.
Clo. The black prince, sir, alias, the prince of Hel. Yet, I pray you,
darkness ; quias, the devil. But with the word, the times will bringon summer, 10 Luf. Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee When briars shall bave leaves as well as thorns, not this to suggest' thee from thy master thou And be as sweet as sharp. We must away; talk'st of; serve him still. Our waggon is prepar', and time revives us : Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always Ali's will that ends well: still the fine's the crown: lov'd a great fire; and the master I speak of, ever Whate'er thecourse, the end is therenown.[Ereunt. 45 keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the
world, let his nobility remain in his court. I am SCENE V.
for the house with the narrow gate, which I take Rousillon.
to be too little for pomp to enter: some, that
brumble themselves, may; but the many will be Enter Counless, Lafeu, and Clown. boltoo chill and tender; and they'll be for the flowery Laf. No, no, no, vour son was mis-led with a way, that leads to the broadgate, and the great tire. snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villainous saffron Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of would havemade all the unbak'd and doughy youth thee'; and I fell thee so before, because I would of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-lawl not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my had been alive at this hour; and your son here at 55 horses be well look'd to, without any tricks.
"Motive for assistant. 2 Saucy may here imply lururious, and by consequence lascivious. 'i. e. in an instant of time. *i. e. rouses us. “Here some particulars of fashionable dress are ridiculed. Snipt-taffata needs no explanation; but villainous saffron is more obscure. This alludes to a fantastick fashion, then much followed, of using yellow starch for their bands and suffs. «Sir John Haukins gives the following explanation of this passage : “ Part of the furniture of a fool was a bauhile, which, though it be generally taken to signify any thing of small value, has a precise and determinable meanmg. It is, in short, a kind of truncheon with a head carved on it, which the fool anciently carried in his hand. ?i. e. seduce.
Clo, If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall, 1 Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the ere I die. I have letters, that niy son will be law of nature.
[Exit. here to-night: I shall beseech your lordship, to Luf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy'.
remain with me till they meet together. Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made 5 Laf. Madam, I was thinking, with what manhimselt much sport out of him: by his authority ners I might safely be admitted. he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for | Count. You need but plead your honourable his sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but privilege. runs where he will. .
Luf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter ; Lit. I like bin well: 'tis not amiss: and 1 10 but, I thank my God, it holds yet. was about to tell vou, Since I heard of the good
Re-enter Clown. lady's death, and that my lord your son was upon | Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with his return home, I movil the king my master, to a patch of velvet on's face; whether there be a speak in the behalf of my daughter; which, in scar undert, or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis the ininority of them both, his majesty, out of a 15 goodly patch of velvet: his left cheek is a cheek self-gracious remembrance, did first propose: his of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn highness has promised me to do it: and, to stop bare. up the displeasure he hath conceiv'd against your Count. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a son, there is no fitter matter. How does your good livery of honour: so, belike, is that. ladyship like it?
20°Сlo. But it is your carbonado'd face. Count. With very much content, my lord, and Lat. Let us go see your son, I pray you; I long I wish it happily eifected.
to talk with the young noble soldier. Laf. His niginess comes post from Marseilles, Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen ot'em, with delicate of as able a body as when he numbered thirty; he fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which box will be here to-morrow, or I am deceiv'd by him25, the head, and nod at every man. that in such intelligence hath seldom fail'd.
(35)To come into his presence. • The Court of France at Marseilles. | Gent. The king's not here.
Hil. Not here, sir? Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two | Gent. Not, indeed: Altendunts.
He hence remov'd last night, and with more hasto Hel. BUT this exceeding posting, day and night, 40 Than is his use. D Must wear your spirits low: we cannot | Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains ! help it;
[one, Hel. All's will that ends well, yet; But, since you have made the days and nights as Though time seem so adverse, and means unfit.To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Ill do beseech you, whither is be gone? Be boid, you do so grow in my requital, 45 Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; As nothing can unroot you. In happy time ;--| Whither I am going. Enter a gentle Astringer'.
Hel. I do beseech you, sir, , This man may help me to bis majesty's ear, Since you are like to see the king before me, If he would spend his power.-God save you, sir. Kommend the paper to his gracious hand; Gent. And you.
50 Which, I presume, shall render you no blame, Tel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. But rather make you thank your pains for it: Gent. I have been sometimes there.
11 will come after you with what good speed Hil. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen Our means will make us means. Froin the report that goes upon your goodness; Gent. This l'il do for you.
(thank'a, And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, 55 He. And you shall find yourself to be well Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
What-e'er falis more.- Wemust go horse again :-The use of your own virtues, for the which Go, go, provide.
[Exeunt. I shall continue thanhtud.
SCENE II. Gent. What's your will?
Rousillon. Hel. That it will please you
Enter Clown und Parollis. To give this poor petition to the king;
| Par. Good Mr. Lavaich, give my lord Lafeit And aid me with that store of power you have, I this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known
! That is, unlucky. Mr. Steevens says, that a gentle astringer, nicans a gentl. man falconer.
to you, when I bare held familiarity with fresher you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; goto, clothes : but I am now, sir, mudiiy'd in fortune's follow. moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong Pur. I praise God for you. [Exeunt. displeasure. Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish. 51
SCENE II. if it smell so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.
| Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafeu, Lords, Pr'ythee, allow the wind'.
Hitendunts, d'c.. Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir ; 11 | King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem* spake but by a metaphor.
10 Was made much poorer by it: but your son, Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will As inad in solly, lack'd the sense to know stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Her estimation home'. Prythee, get thee further.
Count. 'Tis past, my liege:
Clo. Foh! prythee, stand away;. Apaper from 15 Natural rebellion, done i' the blade of youth; fortunte's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Looh! When oil and tire, too strong for reason's force, here he comes himself.
O'erbears it, and burns on.
1 king. My honour'd lady, Enter Lufcu.
I have forgiven and forgoiten all:
120 Thougli my revenges were high bent upon him, Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's And watch'd the time to shoot. cat, (but not a musk-cat) that has failen into the Luf. This I must say, unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he But first I beg my pardun.- The young lord says, is muddy'd withal: Pray you, sir, use the Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady, carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decay'd, 25 Orience of mighty note; but to himself ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. ? I do pily his The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife, distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him tol Whose beauty did astonish the survey your lordship.
[Exit Clown. Ofrichest eves; whose words all ears took captive; Pur. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath! Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd toserve, cruelly scratch'd.
30Ilumbly call'd mistress. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis 1 kingPraising what is lost, [hither;too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call hiin you play'd the knave with fortune, that she should We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill scratch you, who of herselt is a good lady, and All repetition:-Let him not ask our pardon; would not have knaves thrive long under her:35 The nature of his great otience is dead, There's a quart d'ecu for you: Let the justices And deeper than oblivion we do bury make you and fortune friends; I am for other The incensing relicks of it: let bien approach, business. .
1 A stranger, no offender; and inform hin, Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one so 'tis our will he should. single word.
40 Gint. I shall, my liege.
[spoke? Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you king. What says hetoyour daughter? have you shall ha't; save your word.
Laj. All that he is hath reference to your highPar. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
[ters sent me, Luf. You beg more than one word then
King. Then shall we have a match. I have letCox'my passion; give me your band:- How does 45 That set him high in fame. your drum?
Enter Bertram. Par. O my good lord, you were the first that! | Lrif. He looks well on't. found me.
king. I am not a day of season, Laf. Was I, in sooth ? and I was the first that for thou may’st see a sun-shine and a bail lot thee.
150 in me at once: But to the brightest beams • Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, some grace, for you did bring me out.
The time is fair again. Laf: Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon Bur. My high-repented blames, me at once both the office of God and the devilil Dear sovereign, pardon to me. one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee 551 King. All is whole; out. [Sound trumpets.] The king's coming, Il Not one word more of the consumed time. know by his truinpets. --Sirrah, inquire further Let's take the instant by the forward top; after me; I had talk of you last night : though! For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
That is, stand to the windward of me. The meaning is, I testify my pity for hi: distress, by encouraging himn with a gracious smile. 3 A quibble is intended on the word Puroles, which in French is plural, and signifies words. 4 Esteem here means reckoning or estimate. Si. e. completely, in its full extent. i. e. in the spring of early lire, when the man is yet green. Oiland fire suit but ill with blude, and therefore Dr. Warburton reads, blaze of youth. ,
Thc The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
As she had made the overture, she ceas'd, Steals, ere we can effect them: You remember 1 In heavy satisfaction, and would never The daughter of this lord?
Receive the ring again. Ber. Admiringly, my liege: At first
King. Plutus himself, I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart | 5 That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue: Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Where the impression of mine eye entixing, Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, Whoever gave it you: Then, if you know Which warp'd the line of every other favour; That you are well acquainted with yourself, Scorn’d a tair colour, or express'd it stol'n; 110 Confess 'twas hers, and by what roughenforcement Extended or contracted all proportions,
You got it from her : she calld the saints to surety, To a most hideous object: Thence it came, That she wonld never put it from lier ting r, That she, whom allmen prais'd, and whom myself, Unless she gave it to yourself in bed, Since I have lost, are lor'd, was in mine eye l Where you have never come) or sent it us The dust that did otlend it.
115 Upon her great disaster. King. Well excus'd :
| Ber. She never saw it.
[honour; That thou dost love her, strikes some scores away King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine From the great 'compt: But love, that comes tool And mak'st conjectural fears to come unto me, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, [late, Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove To the great sender turns a sour oilince, 201That thou art so inbuman,-'twill not prove so;Crying, That's good that's gove; our rash faults And yet I know not :---thou didst hate her deadly, Make trivial price of serious things we have, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Not knowing them, until we know their grave: Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, Oft our displeasures, tu ourselves unjust,
More than to see this ring.--Tahe him away. Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: 125
[Guards seite Bertrum. Our own love waking cries to see what's done, My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Shall tax my tears of little vanity, Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. Having vainly fear's too little.--Awaywith him; Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin: We'll sift this matter further. The main consents are had; and here we'll stay 301 Ber. If you shall prove To see our widower'ssecond marriage-day. (bless! This ring was ever her's, you shall as easy
Count. Which better than the first, Odear heaven Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Enter a Gentleman.
Gent. Gracious sovereign,
Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,
Here's a petition from a Florentine, Was a sweet creature; such a ring as this,
Who hath for four or five removes', come short The last that e'er she took her leave at court, 40 To tender it herself. I undertook it, I saw upon her finger.
Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Ber. Her's it was not.
Lere,l Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know,
[ere, of King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for m ellis here attending : her business looks in her While I was speaking, ott was fastened to't.
With an importing visage; and she told me, This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Felen, 45mn a sweet verbal briei, it did concern i I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
Your highness with herself. Necessity'd to help, that by this token [her
The king reads. I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to rcave
“ Upon his many protestations to marry Of what should stead her most?
Jo me, when bis wile was clead, I blush to say it, Ber. My gracious sovereign,
“ he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
“ widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and The ring was never her's.
“ my honour's paid to him. He stole from Count. Son, on my life,
“ Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to I have seen her wear it; and she reckoned it
“ his country for justice: Grant it me, O king; At her life's rate.
9" in you it best lies; otherwisea seducer flourishes, Luf. I am sure, I saw her wear it.
if" and a poor maid is undone. Ber. You are deceived, my lors, she never saw
“ DIANA Capulet.” In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Wrapp'd in a paper which contain’d the naine Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought Co toll him: for this, I'll none of him?.. [Lateu, I stood engag'd: but when I had subscrib'd
| King. The heavens have thought well on thee, To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors: I could not answer in that course of honour | Go, speedily, and bring again the count.
'Removes are journies or post-stages. 2 Alluding to buying horses in fairs, and paying toll for them to prove they were honestly come by,
Enter .. Enter Bertrum, guarid.
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady,
hing, find him, and bring him hither. Was foully snatch'd.
Ber. What of him? Count. Now, ju-tice on the doers! (you,l. 1
He's quoted 'for a most perfidious slave, ning. I wonder, sir, since nives are monsters to 5
? 5 With all the spots o'the world tax'd and debosh'd'; And that you thy then as you swear them lordship,
whose nature sichens but' to speak a truth:
si Yet you desire to marry.- What woman's thai? 1
am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
That wili speak any thing?
king. She hath that ring of yours. Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, 10 Bor. I think, she bas: certain it is, I lik'd her, Derived from the ancient Capulet;
Tand boardied ber i' the wanton way of youth: My suit, as I do understand, you know, I She knew her distance, and did angle for me, And tlierefore know how far I may be pitied. Maduing my eagerness with her restraint,
Wid. Iamber moiher, sir, whose ageand honour, Js all impediments in tancy's course
And I had that, which any interior might
May jusily diet me. I pray you yet,
(Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband)
King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
The same upon your finger.
[late. Luf. Your reputation comes too short for my 30 King. Know yon this ring? this ring was his of daughter, you are no husbandtor her.To Bertram. Dra. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed,
Ber. My lord, thisisa fondand desperate creature, hing. The story then goes false, you threw it Whom sometime I have laugh'd with; let your i have laugh'd with; let your lOut of a casement,
biu. I have spoke the truth. Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, 351
Enter Paro:les. Than for to think that I would sink it here. | Ber. My lord, I do contess the ring was hers. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill king. Youboggle shrewdly, every teather starts to friend, [nour, Is this the man you speak of?
Lyou.'Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your ho Dia. It is, my lord. Thanin my thought it lies !
401 King'. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge Dia. Good my lord,
Not fearing the displeasure of vour master, (you, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep oil) He had not my virginity.
By hin, and by this woman here, what know you? King. What say'st thou to her?
1 Pur. So please your majesty, my master hath Ber. She's impudent, my lord ;
45 been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath And was a common gamester to the camp. Ined in him, which gentlemen have.
Dia. He does nie wrong, my lord; if I were so, king. Come, come, to the purpose; Did he Ile might have bought me at a common price: love this woman? Do not believe him : (), behold this ring,
Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her: But how? Whose high respect and rich validity?,
King. How, I pray you? Did lack a parallel ; yet, for all that,
Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves lle gave it to a commoner o' the camp,
a vonian. If I be one.
King. How is that? Count. fic blushes, and 'tis it:
Par. He lov'd her, sir, and lov'd her not. Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
155King. As thou art a knave and no knave: Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, | What an equivocal companion is this? Hath it been ow'd, and worn. This is his wife; | Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's That ring's a thousand proofs.
comunand. King. Methought you said,
Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty You saw one here in court could witness.it. 6olorator.
Din, I did, my lord, but loth am to produce Dia. Do you know, he promis'd me marriage? So bad an instrument; bis nane's Parollis.
Par. Faiih, i know more than I'll speak.
1 That is, decease, die. ? i. e. value. 3 Quoted has the same sense as noted. i e. only to speak a truth.
See note 3, p. 13.