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The Widow's house at Florence.
Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana.
One of the greatest in the christian world
I did him a desired office,
grace is at Marseilles; to which place
Wid. Gentle madam,
Your business was more welcome.
Hel. Nor you, mistress,
Dia. Let death and honesty
Hel. Yet, I pray you,
wagon is prepar'd, and time reviles us :
Enter Countess, Lafeu, and Clown.
fellow there, whose villanous faffron would have made all the unbak’d and doughy youth of a nation in his colour. Your
Alluding to two far, icns then in vogue; one of using yellow fiarch for their ruffs and bands, the other of colouring paste with ; affron.
daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and your son here at home more advanc'd by the king, but for that red-tail'd humble-bee I speak of.
Count. I would he 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 Aesh, 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 sallet-herbs, you knave, they are nose-herbs.
Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I have not much skill in grass.
Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself; a knave, or a fool?
Clo. And I would give his wife my folly, fir, to do her service.
Laf. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.
Clo, Why, fir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are.
Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman?
Clo. 'Faith, fir, he has an English name, but his phisnomy is more honour'd in France than there. *
Laf. What prince is that?
. 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 thou talk'st of, serve him ftill. Alluding to the darker complexions of the French.
Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always lov'd a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire: but, since 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 : some that humble themselves may, but the many will be too chill and tender; and they'll be for the flow'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
I thee fo before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my horses be well look'd to, without
tricks. Clo. If I put any tricks upon’em, they shall be jades' tricks, which are their own right by the law of nature. [Exit.
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 fauciness; and, indeed, he has no place, 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
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 conceiv'd against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does 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 such 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 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.
I 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
ACT V. SCENE I.
Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two Attendants.
UT this exceeding posting, day and night,
Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it: But, since you've made the days and nights as one To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
my requital As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;
Be bold, you
do fo grow
· A quibble is here intended from a wound given with a carabine.