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Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play
Let death and honesty'
Yet, I pray you, But with the word, the time will bring on summer, When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, And be as sweet as sharp. We must away; Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us :: All's well that ends well:* still the fine's the crown;' Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.
Enter Countess, Lafey, and Clown. Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villainous saffrono would have made all the unbaked and doughy youth
death and honesty -] i. e. an honest death, your impositions,] i. e. your commands.
waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us:] Time rerides us, seems to refer to the happy and speedy termination of their embarrassments. She had just before said:
“ With the word, the time will bring on summer." 4 All's well that ends well:] All's well that ends well, is one of Camden's proverbial sentences.
still the fine's the crown;] i, e. the end, finis coronat.
- whose villainous saffron—] Here some particularities of fashionable dress are ridiculed. Snipt-taffata needs no explanation; but villisinous saffron alludes to a fantastic fashion, then much fola lowed, of using yellow starch for their bands and ruffs.
of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and your son here at home, more advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of.
Count. I would, I 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 flesh, 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 salads, ere we light on such another herb.
Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the salad, or, rather the herb of grace.
Laf. They are not salad-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. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, 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.
Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.
Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both knave and fool.
Clo. At your service.
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 suggest? thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still.
Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved 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 his 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 flowery 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 looked tag ta, without
tricks. Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, 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 sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.
Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss: and I was
to suggest -] i. e. seduce. * I am a woodland fellow, sir, &c.] Shakspeare is but rarely guilty of such impious trash. And it is observable, that then he always puts that into the mouth of his fools, which is now grown the characteristic of the fine gentleman. WARBURTON.
'—unhappy.) i, e, mischievously waggish, unlucky.
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 moved 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 promised me to do it: and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived 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 body as when he numbered thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom failed.
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.
Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under it, 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.
Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour; so, belike, is that.
Clo. But it is your carbonadoed' 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.
SCENE 1. Marseilles. A Street.
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;
Enter a gentle Astringer.”
Gent. And you.
Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
-carbonadoed-] i. e. scorched like a piece of meat for the gridiron.
2 Enter a gentle Astringer.] A gentle astringer is a gentleman falconer. The word is derived from ostercus or austerous, a goshawk; and thus, says Cowell, in his Law Dictionary: usually call a falconer, who keeps that kind of hawk, an austringer."