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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.

Lef. What Prince is that?

Clo. The black Prince, Sir, alias the Prince of Darknets, alias the Devil.

Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse; I give thee not this to seduce thee from thy Mafter thou talk’tt 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, het 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 so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways, let my horses be well look'd to, without any tricks.

C!o. If I put any tricks upon 'em, they shall be jades' tricks, which are their own right by the law of Nature.

[Exit.

' his phis'nomy is more KOTTER who are generally white and fair. in France tran there.] This is

WARBURTON intolerable nonsente. The Itu 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 houler. We And it is observable, iha: ise he hould read,-more HONOUR'.. always puts that into the mouth A joke upon the French people, of his fools, which is now grown as if they held a dark complexion, the characteristic of the fine getwhich is natural to them, in more tleman. eftimation than the English do,

WARBURTON,

Lof,

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 firit 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 failid.

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't,

under’t, 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.

[Exeunt.

A CT V.

V. SCENE I.

The Court of France, at Marseilles.

Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two

Attendants.

HELENA.

B

UT this exceeding posting day and night

Muft wear your fpirits low; we cannot help it.
But since you've made the days and nights as one,
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs;
Be bold, you do fo grow in my requital,
As nothing can unroot you. In happy time,

Enter a Gentleman.
This man may help me to his Majesty's ear,

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

WARBURTOS. allufion to a wound made with a

If he would spend his power. God save you, Sir,

Gent. And you.
Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
Gen. I have been sometimes there.

Hel. I do presume, Sir, that you are not fallen
From the report that goes upon your goodness ;
And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues, for the which
I shall continue thankful.

Gent. What's your will ?

Hel. That it will please you
To give this poor petition to the King;
And aid me with that store of power you have,
To come into his presence.

Gent. The King's not here.
Hel. Not here, Sir ?

Gent. Not, indeed.
He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste
Than is his use.
Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !

Hel. All's well, that ends well yet,
Tho' time seems so adverse, and means unfit :
I do beseech you, whicher is he gone?

Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rouillon,
Whither I am going.

Hel. I beseech you, Sir,
Since you are like to see the King before me,
Commend this paper to his gracious hand;
Which, I presume, shall render you no blame,
But rather make

your pains for it.
I will come after you with what good speed
* Our means will make us means.

you thank

s Our means will make us obscure his meaning. Helena

means.] Shakespeare de- fays, they will sul on with fucb lights much in this kind of re- speed as tbe means which they have duplication, sometimes so as to will give them ability to exert.

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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.

[Exeunt.

S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ.

Changes to Rousillon.

Enter Clown, and Parolles.

Par.

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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 freiher 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 sluttish, if it smell fo ftrongly as thou speak’st of: I will henceforth eat no fith 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 ftrong, as he in Fortune's Mood, and smell fays, of fortune's strong displeaformer har fong of her ft, ong dif- sure, carries on the same 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 henceforth his nose, we may presume, proeat no flh 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 ibar bath fall'n into the unclean says, when Paralles is preling fishpond of her displeasure, and, him to deliver his letter to Lord as he says, is muddied withal. Lo feu, Feh! prythe,ftand away ; And again, Pray you, Sir, use a paper from firrune's clofeftool, the carp as you may, &c. In all to give io a Nobleman ! WARE. which places, 'tis obvious a moat

Laf.

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