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your friends.

I run into this danger ; yet who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken?

[-iside. Inter. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die; the General says, you, that have so traiterously discovered the secrets of your army, and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head.

Par. O Lord, Sir, let me live, or let me see my death. Inter. That shall you, and take your leave of all

[Unbinding him. So, look about you; know you any here? Ber. Good morrow, noble Captain. 2 Lord. God bless you, Captain Parolles. 1 Lord. God save you, noble Captain.

2 Lord. Captain, what Greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France. i Lord. Good Captain, will you give me a copy

of that fame sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon? if I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you well.

[Exeunt. Inter. You are undone, Captain, all but your scarf; that has a knot on't yet.

Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a Plot?

Inter. If you can find out a Country where but women were that had receiv'd so much shame, you might begin an impudent Nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we shall speak of you there.

(Exit.

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Par. Yet am I thankful. If my heart were great, 'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more, But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft, As Captain shall; fimply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart,

Let

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Let him fear this; for it will come to pass,
That every braggart shall be found an ass.
Rust, sword ! cool, blushes ! and, Parolles, live
Safest in shame! being fool'd, by fool’ry thrive ;
There's place and means for every man alive.
l'll after them.

[Exit.

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S CE N E

VII.

Changes to the Widow's House, at Florence.

Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana.

TH

Hel. THAT you may well perceive I have not

wrong’d you,
One of the Greatest in the Chriftian world
Shall be my Surety ; 'fore whose Thone 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel.
Time was, I did him a desired office
Dear almost as his life; which gratitude
Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
And answer thanks. I duly am inform’d,
His Grace is at Marseilles, to which place
We have convenient Convoy ; you must know,
I am supposed dead; the Army breaking,
My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good Lord the King,
We'll be before our welcome.

Wid. Gentle Madam,
You never had a servant, to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.

Hel. Nor you, Mistress,
Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompense your love: doubt not, but heav'n
Hath brought me up to be your Daughter's dower,
As it hath fated her to be * my motive

* my mot ve] motive for allistant.

WARBURTON.

And helper to a husband. But, О strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
s When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defles the pitchy night; so lust doth play
With what it loaths, for that which is away,
But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

Dia. Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.

Hel. Yet I pray you:
But with the word the time will bring on fummer,
When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as tweet as sharp: we must away,
Our Waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us ;

All's

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s Wben saucy trusting of the thour of it will himself think it cozen'd thoughts

unnecessary, when he recollects Defiles the prichy night ; ] i. e. that faucy may very properly ligmakes the person guilty of inten- nify luxurious, and by conse. tional adultery. But trusting a

quence lafcivicus. mistake cannot make any one 6 But with the word, the time guilty. We should read, and will bring on Jummer.] point, the lines thus,

With the word, i. e. in an instant When Fancy, rusting of the of time. The Oxford Editor cozen'd thoughts,

stads (but what he means by it Defiles the pitchy might. I know not) Bear wiib the word. 1. e. the Juniy, or imagination,

WARBURTON. that he lay with his mitreis, tho' The meaning of this obfervait was, indeed, his Wife, made tion is, that as briars have sweethim incur the guilt of adultery. nel with their prickl:s, to shall Night, by the ancients, was these troubles be recompensed reckoned odious, obscene, and with joy. abominable. The Poet, allud 7 Our waggon is prepar'd, and ing to this, says, with great beau time revives us ;] The word ly, Defiles the piri hy night; i, e. Revivis conveys so little sente, makes the night, more than or- that it seems very liable to suipidinary, abominable.

cion. WAR BURTON.

and time revyes us ; This conjecture is truly inge. i e. looks us in the face, calls pious; but, I believe, the au

upon us to halten.

The

WARB.

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All's well, that ends well; ftill the Fine's the crown ; Whate'er the course the end is the renown. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.

Changes to Roufillon in France.

LF. N

Enter Countess, Lafeu, and Clown.
O, no, no, your Son was mif-led with a

snipt taffata fellow there', whose villainous faffron would have made all the unbak'd and doughy

youth

The present reading is cor

Has be familiarly rupt, and I am afraid the emer Diflik'd your yellow ftarch ; or dation none of the foundeft. I Jaid your doutlet never remember to have seen the Was not exaktly frenchified. word revye. One may as well And Johnson's Devil's an Ass, leave blunders as make them. Carmen and chimney-sweepers are Why may we not read for a shift, got into the yellow ftarch. without much effort, the time in- This was invented by one Turner, vites us??

a tire-woman, a court-bawd; 8 whese villainous faffron would and, in all respects, of so infahave made all the unbak'd and mous a character, that her invendowv youth of a nation in his co tion deserved the name of vil. lours Parclics is represented as lainous diffron. This woman an affected follower of the fashion, was, afterwards, amongst the and an encourager of his mailer miscreants concerned in the murto run into all the follies of it; der of Sir '1 homas Overbury, for where he says, Ule a more jpaci- which she was hanged at Tyburn, 014 cerimony to the noble Lords and would die in a yellow ruff of they wiar themselves in the cap of her own invention : which made time and tho' the Devil liad yellow starch so odious, that it the measure, juch are to be foliowo immediately went out of fashion. ed. Here fome particularities of 'Tis this, then, to which Shakefamionable drets are ridiculed. speare alludes: but using the word Snipt-teffaa needs no explana- Jaffron for yellow, a new idea tion; but villainous ffron is presented itlelf, and he pursues more obscure.

This alludes to his thought under a quite differa fantallic fashion, then much ent allusion

Where vil followed, of using y low fiarch loincus Saffron would bave made for their bands and ruf's. So all the inbaked and dowy youths of Fletcher, in his Queen of Corinth, a nation in bis colour, i. e. of his

temper

youth of a nation in his colour. Your daughter-inlaw had been alive at this hour ; and your son here at home, more advanc'd by the King than by that redtail'd humble bee I speak of.

Count. 'I would, I had not known him! it was the death of the most virtuous Gentlewoman that ever Nature had Praise for creating: if she had partaken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a Mother, I could not have owed her a more rooted love.

Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady. We may pick a thousand fallets ere we light on such another herb.

Clo. Indeed, Sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the fallet, or rather the herb of

grace. Laf. They are not fallet herbs, you knave, they are nose herbs.

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir, I have not much skill in grafs.

Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself, aknave or a fool?

Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's service; and a knave, at a man's.

Laf. Your distinction ?

Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service.

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

Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, Sir, to do her service.

Laf, I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.

Clo. At your service.
Laf. No, no, no.

temper and difpofition. Here

the warden pyes. the general custom of that time,

WAREURTON, of colouring pofte with fatfron, 9 I would, I had not knoun is alluded to.

So in the Win. 'him.] This dialogue serves to ter's Tale :

connect the incidents of Parolles I must bave Jaffron to colour with the main plan of the play:

Clo.

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