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Clo. Why, Sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a Prince as you are.
Laf. Who's that, a Frenchman?
Clo. Faith, Sir, he has an English name ; but his 'phisnomy is more hotter in France than there.
Laf. What Prince is that?
Clo. The black Prince, Sir, alias the Prince of Darkness, alias the Devil.
Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse; I give thee not this to seduce thee from thy Mafter thou talk'st of, terve him ftill.
Clo. ?I'm a woodland fellow, Sir, that always lov'd a great fire; and the Master I speak of ever keeps a good fire ; but, sure, he is the Prince of the world, bet his Nobility remain in's Court. I am for the House with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for Pomp to enter : fome, that humble themfelves, may; but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the fow'ry way that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire.
Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a weary of thee, and I tell thee fo before, becaule I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways, let my horses be well look'd to, without any tricks.
Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, they shall be jades' tricks, which are their own right by the law of Nature.
' his phis'nom:y is more HOTTER who are generally white and fair, in France trun there.] This is
WARBURT intolerable nonsenie. The ftu- 2 I'm a woodland feilor, Sir, pid Editors, because the Devil &c.] Shakespear is bui ra.ely was talked of, thought no quali. guilty of such impious trah. ty would suit him but korter. We And it is observable, chaise he fhould read,-more HONOUR'D. always puts that into the mouth
joke upon the French people, of his fools, which is now grown as if they held a dark complexion, the characteristic of the fine genwhich is natural to them, in more tleman. eftimation than the English do,
Laf. A shrewd knave, and an ' unhappy.
Count. So he is. My Lord, that's gone, made himself much sport out of him ; by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his fawciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.
Laf. I like him well, 'tis not amiss ; and I was about to tell you, since I heard of the good Lady's death, and that my Lord your Son was upon his return home, I moy'd the King my Master to speak in the behalf of my daughter ; which, in the minority of them both, his Maje:ty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did first propose; his Highness has promis'd me to do it ; and to stop up the displeasure he hath conceiv'd against your son, there is no fitter matter. How do's your Ladyship like it?
Count. With very much content, my Lord, and I wish it happily effected.
Laf. His Highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able a body as when he number'd thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceiv'd by him that in luch intelligence hath seldom fail'd.
Count. It rejoices me, that, I hope, I shall see him ere I die. I have letters, that my son will be here to night : I shall beseech your Lordship to remain with me 'till they meet together.
Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted.
Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege.
Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter ; but, i thank my God, it holds yet.
Enter Clown. Clo. O Madam, yonder's my Lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face ; whether there be a scar
Unhappy.) That is, mischievously haggish ; unlucky.
under', or no, the velvet knows, but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet ; his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare.
Count. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour. So, belike, is that.
Clo. But it is your * carbonado'd face.
Laf. Let us go see your fon, I pray you: I long to talk with the young noble foldier.
Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em with delicate fine hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man.
Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two
UT this'exceeding posting day and night
Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it.
Enter a Gentleman.
4 But it is your carborado'd carabine ; arms, which Henry IV. face.) Mr. Pope reads it carbi- had made famous, by bringing nadid, which is right. The into use amongst his horse. joke, such as it is, consists in the
WAREURTOS. allufion to a wound made with a
If he would spend his power. God save you, Sir,
Gent. And you.
Hel. I do presume, Sir, that you are not fallen
Gent. What's your will ?
Hel. That it will please you
Gent. The King's not here.
Gent. Not, indeed.
Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !
yet, Tho'time feems so adverse, and means unfit : I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Roulillon,
Hel. I beseech you, Sir,
s Our means will make us obscure his meaning. Helena
means.] Shukespeare de- fays, they will jul owu with fuch lights much in this kind of re. Speed as tbe means which they have duplication, sometimes so as to will give them ability to exeri.
Gent. This I'll do for you.
Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank’d, What-e'er falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide.
Par. OOD Mr. Levatch, give my Lord Lafex
this letter ; I have ere now, Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher cloaths ®; but I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but fluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speak'it of: I will henceforth cat no filh of fortune's butt'ring. Prythee, allow the wind.
Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, Sir ; I speak but by a metaphor.
In former editions,
or pond is the allusion. Befides, but I am now, Sir, muddied Parilles smelling Strong, as he in Fortune's Mood, and smell fays, of fortune's strong displeafomeu har strong of her strong dif- fure, carries on the fame image ; pleasure.] I believe the poet for as the moats round old leats wrote, in fortune's moat ; because were always replenith'd with filh, the Clown in the very next so the Clown's joke of hoiding fpeech replies, I will benceforth his nose, we may presume, proeat no fth of fortune's butt'ring ; ceeded from this, that the privy and again, when he comes to re- was always over the moat ; and peat Parolle's petition to Lafou, therefore the Clown humourously itat bath fallon into the unclean says, when Parolles is prefting filhpond of her displeasure, and, him to deliver his letter to Lord as he says, is muddied witbal. Lrfeu, Fob! prythe, ftard away; And again, Pray you, Sir, uje a paper from firrune's clofeftool, the carp as you may, &c. In ail
to give io a Nobleman !
WARE. which places, 'tis obvious a moat