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home, more advantaged by the King, than by that red-tail'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 Nacure had Praise for creating ; if she had partaken of my felh, and cost me the dearest groans of a Mother, I could not have owed her a inore rooted love.
Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady. We may pick a thousand fallets ere we light on such another herb.
Cla. Indeed, Sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the Tallet, or rather the herb of grace.
Laf. They are not fallet-herbs, you knave, they are nofe-herbs.
Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Şir, I have hot much skill in grafs.
Laf. Whether dost thou profefs 'thy felf, a knave or a fool!
Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's fervice ; 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.
Cló. And I would give his wife my folly, Sir, to do her fervice.
Laf. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool. Clo. At your service.
. Laf. No, no, no.
1 more ADVANCED by the King,] A notable observation this ; that the young Lord had been higher advanced by the King had he said at court, than he was by his beggerly follower Parolles. We should read, more ADVANTAGEN, ; e. the King would have been a better tutor to the raw young man than Parolles, whose profellop it was.
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 honour'd in France than there. Laf. What Prince is that?
Cló. 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 Master chou talk'st of, serve him ftill.
Clo. 3 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, let 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 themselves, may; but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the How'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, because 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 jadeso tricks, which are their own right by the law of Nature.
2 bis phis'nomy is more hotter in France than there.] This is intolerable nonsense. The stupid Editors, because the Devil was talked of, thought no quality would suit him but horter. We fhould read, Tore HONOUR'D. A joke upon the French people, as if they held a dark complexion, which is natural to them, in more ettimation than the English do, who are generally white and fair,
3 ['m a woodland fellow, Sir, &c.] Shakespear is but rarely guilty of such impious crash. And it is observable, that then he always pats tha: inco the mouth of his fools, which is now grown the characteristic of the fine-gentleman.
Laf. Laf? A shrewd knave, and an unhappy.
Count. So he is. My Lord; that's gone, made hime self much sport out of him ; by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a parent 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 mov?d the King, my Master, to speak in the behalf of my Daughter ; which, in the minority of them both, his Majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance;, did first propose; his Highness hath promis'd me to do it; and to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived' against your fon, there is no fitter
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 deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom faild.
Gount: *It-rejoices me, that hope, that 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 meer together.
Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might fafely 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.
4. It rejoices me, that I hope I fall fee bim cre I die.). It is not bopa chat rejoices any one; but, that that hope is well grounded. Wie should read, therefore, It rejoices me, tbai bope, ibai. I joell see him ere I die.
in? Enter Clowna Clo. O Madam, yonder's my Lord, your son, with a patch of velvet on's face ; whether there be a scar 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 carbinado'd face.
Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you; I long to talk with the young noble soldier.
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.
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The Court of France, at Marseilles.
Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two Attendantsa
Enter a Gentleman
5 But it is your carbonaded face.) Mr. Pope read it carbinadold, which is right. The joke, such as it is, confits in the allufionco a wound made with a carabine ; arms, which Henry IV, had made famous, by, bringing into use amongst his horse.
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
Hel. Not here, Sir?
Gent. Not, indeed.
Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !
Hel. All's well, that ends well yet,
Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Roufillon,
. Hel. I beseech you, Sir,
Gent. This I'll do for you.
Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Whare'er falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide.