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need not to ask you, if gold will corrupt him to 1 SOLD. What's he? revolt.

PAR. E'en a crow of the same nest ; not altoPar. Sir, for a quart d'écu(3) he will sell the fee- gether so great as the first in goodness, but greater simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and

a great deal in evil. He excels his brother for a cut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best succession for it perpetually.

that is. In a retreat he out-runs any lackey; 1 Sold. What's his brother, the other captain marry, in coming on he has the cramp. Dumain ?

1 Sold. If

your life be saved, will you under2 LORD. Why does he ask him of me? take to betray the Florentine ?

my death!

Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, count That every braggart shall be found an ass. Rousillon.

Rust, sword ! cool, blushes ! and, Parolles, live 1 Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know Safest in shame! being foold, by foolery thrive! his pleasure.

There's place, and means, for every man alive. Par. [Aside.] I'll no more drumming: a plague I'll after them.

[Exit. of all drums ! Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy the count, have I run into this danger. Yet,

SCENE IV.-Florence. A Room in the who would have suspected an ambush where I was

Widow's House. taken? 1 Sold. There is no remedy, sir, but you must

Enter HELENA, Widow, and Diana. die : the general says, you, that have so traitorously discovered the secrets of your army, and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly

HEL. That you may well perceive I have not

wrong'd you, held, can serve the world for no honest

use ;

therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his

One of the greatest in the Christian world head.

Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne 't is

needful, Par. O Lord, sir ; let me live, or let me see

Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel.

Time was, I did him a desired office, 1 Sold. That shall

you, and take
your leave of

Dear almost as his life ; which gratitude all your friends.

[Unmuffling him. So, look about you ; know you any here?

Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
And

answer, thanks : I duly am inform’d,
BER. Good morrow, noble captain.
2 LORD. God bless you, captain Parolles.

His grace is at Marseilles ;* to which place 1 Lord. God save you, noble captain.

We have convenient convoy. You must know, 2 Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my

I am supposed dead: the army breaking,

My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, lord Lafeu ? I am for France. 1 Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy

And by the leave of my good lord the king,

We'll be, before our welcome. of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the

Wid.

Gentle madam, count Rousillon ? an I were not a very coward, I'd

You never had a servant, to whose trust compel it of you; but fare you well.

Your business was more welcome. [Exeunt BERTRAM, Lords, dc.

HEL.

Nor you,* mistress, 1 Sold. You are undone, captain : all but your

Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour scarf, that has a knot on't yet. Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot ?

To recompense your love; doubt not, but heaven 1 Sold. If you could find out a country where

Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower,

As it hath fated her to be my motive but women were that had received so much shame,

And helper to a husband. But O strange men! you might begin an impudent nation. Fare you

That can such sweet use make of what they hate, well, sir ; I am for France too; we shall speak of

[Exit.

When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were

Defiles the pitchy night, so lust doth play

With what it loaths, for that which is away : great,

But more of this hereafter. You, Diana, 'Twould burst at this. Captain, I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft

Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
As captain shall : simply the thing I am

Something in my behalf.
DIA.

Let death and honesty Shall make me live. Who knows himself a brag

Go with your impositions, I am yours
gart
Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass,

Upon your will to suffer.
HEL.

Yet, I pray you

you there.

b

a Marseilles :) Marseilles, in the old copy Marcella, must be pronounced as a word of three syllables-Marsellis. See note (6), p. 247, Vol. I.

When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts

Defiles the pitchy night,-)
Hanmer reads fancy; saucy, however, is sometimes employed by
Shakespeare in the sense of prurient, and it may bear that
meaning here. But how is the context to be understood ?

Yet, I pray you

But with the word ;)
Blackstone proposed an ingenious emendation of this passage:-

“ Yet, I fray you
But with the word."

(*) Old text, your. "I only frighten you by mentioning the word suffer : for a short time will bring on the season of happiness and delight.".

With much diffidence we venture to suggest that Yel apparently stands for Now; and that we should read,

“ Yet, I pay you

But with the word,” &c. Now I can only compensate your kindness by the word of promise ; but the time approaches when all that you undergo for my sake shall be substantially requited.

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But with the word; the time will bring on summer, ! LAF. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both
When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, knave and fool.
And be as sweet as sharp.
We must away ;

Clo. At your service.
Our waggon is prepar’d, and time revives us :

LAF. No, no, no. All's well that ends well still: the fine's the Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, crown ; 6

serve as great a prince as you are. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

LAF. Who's that? a Frenchman ? [Eseunt. 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 SCENE V.-Rousillon. A Room in the

darkness; alias, the devil. Countess's Palace.

LAF. Hold thee, there's my purse ; I give thee

not this to suggest thee from thy master thou Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and Clown. talkest of; serve him still.

Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always LaF. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt- | loved a great fire; and the master I speak of, taffata fellow there, whose villainous saffrono would ever keeps a good fire. But, sure,' he is the have made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a prince of the world ; let his nobility remain in his nation in his colour; your daughter-in-law had court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, been alive at this hour, and your son here at home, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: more advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed some, that humble themselves, may; but the humble-bee I speak of.

many will be too chill and tender ; and they'll be COUNT. I would I had not known him! it was for the flowery way, that leads to the broad gate', the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that and the great fire. ever nature had praise for creating : if she had LaF. Gu thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of partaken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would groans of a mother, I could not have owed her a not fall out with thee. Go thy ways ; let my more rooted love.

horses be well looked to, without

any

tricks. Lar. "Twas a good lady, 't was a good lady: Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they we may pick a thousand salads, ere we light on shall be jades' tricks ; which are their own right such another herb.

by the law of nature.

[Exit. ('lo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram LaF. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy.s of the salad, or, rather the herb of grace.

Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made LaF. They are not salad-herbs, you knave; himself much sport out of him; by his authority they are nose-herbs.

he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I his sauciness, and, indeed, he has no pace, but have not much skill in grass.*

runs where he will. Lap. Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave LAF. I like him well ; 'tis not amiss : and I or a fool?

was about to tell you. Since I heard of the good Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a lady's death, and that my lord your son was upon knave at a man's.

his return home, I moved the king my master, to LAF. Your distinction ?

speak in the behalf of my daughter ; which, in Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do the minority of them both, his majesty, out of a his service.

self-gracious remembrance, did first propose: his Laf. So you were a knave at his service, highness hath promised me to do it; and, to stop indeed.

up the displeasure he hath conceived against your Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, son, there is no fitter matter. How does your to do her service.

ladyship like it?

(*) Old text, grace. * Time revives us:] Johnson suggested invites ; Warburton, Feries us-an old word signifying challenges, borrowed from the card-table; and Mr. Collier's MS. annotator has reviles. or these proposals, Warburton's is by far the most plausible. ReFires us, however, in the sense of reproaches us, mocks us, may be right. See Middleton's " Michaelmas Term," Act II. Sc. 1:

"Thou rerirest us, rascal!" The fine's the crown ;] The end's the crown :-Finis coronat opos, • Whose villainous saffron—] This villainous saffron, the com

(*) First folio, maine. mantators suppose, must be a reference to the fantastic fashion of stiffening aud colouring the ruffs and bands with yellow starch. The allusion, we imagine, is rather to that constant subject of obloquy among the old writers,—"the dissembling colour" of the arch-deceiver Judas' hair.

d They are not salad-herbs,–] The old text has "herbs" onl.:: Rowe inserted “salad," which the context appears to require.

e To suggest thee-j That is, to seduce thee, to tempt thee. f But, sure,-) Some commentators would read, since. & Unhappy.) Waggish, mischievous.

Count. With very much content, my lord, and

Re-enter Clown. I wish it happily effected.

LAF. His highness comes post from Marseilles, Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son of as able body as when he numbered thirty: he with a patch of velvet on’s face; whether there will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him be a scar under it, or no, the velvet knows, but that in such intelligence hath seldom failed. 'tis a goodly patch of velvet ; his left cheek is a

Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek him ere I die. I have letters, that my son will

is worn bare. be here to-night: I shall beseech your lordship, LAF. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a to remain with me till they meet together.

good livery of honour ; so, belike, is that. LAF. Madam, I was thinking, with what man- Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face. ners I might safely be admitted.

LAF. Let us go see your son, I pray you ; I Count. You need but plead your honourable long to talk with the young noble soldier. privilege.

Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with deliLAF. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter, cate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which but, I thank my God, it holds yet.

bow the head, and nod at every man. [Exeunt.

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Enter HELENA, Widow, and Diana, with two

Attendants.

Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and

night, Must wear your spirits low : we cannot help it; But, since you have made the days and nights as

one,
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,
As nothing can unroot you. In happy time ;-

GENT. And you.
HEL. Sir, I have seen you in the court of

France.
GENT. 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,

Enter a Gentleman.(1) This man may help me to his majesty's ear, If he would spend his power.-God save you, sir.

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