and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head. Par. O Lord, Sir; let me live, or let me see my death! 1 Sold. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [Unmuffling him. So look about you; Know you any here ? Ber. Good inorrow, noble captain. 2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles. 1 Lord. God save you, noble captain. 2 Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my lord Lafeu? I am for France. 1 Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rousillon? an 1 were not a very Coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you [Exeunt BERTRAM, LORDS, &c. 1 Sold. You are undone, captain: all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet. well. Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot ? 1 Sold. If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so much shame, you might begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, Sir; I am for France too; we Exit. shall speak of you there. Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, 'Twould burst at this: Captain, I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall: simply the thing I am crown ; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Rousillon.-A Room in the COUNTESS' Palace. Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and CLOWN. Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with 1 snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villanous saffron would have made all the unbaked and doughy youth 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 bad not known him! it was the death of the most virtuous gentle-woman, Shall make me live. Who knows himself a that ever nature had praise for creating : if the 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 berb 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 One of the greatest in the Christian world needful, Ere I can perfect mine iutents, to kneel: Time was, I did him a desired office, Dear almost as his life; which gratitude bosom Would Through flinty Tartar's forth peep And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd, aiding, And by the leave of my good lord the king, We'll be, before our welcome. Wid. Gentle madam, You never had a servant, to whose trust Your business was more welcome. Hel. Nor you, mistress, Laf. So you were a knave at his service, in 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 there? Clo. The black prince, Sir; alias, the prince of darkness; alias, the devil. Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse: I give Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly la. thee not this to suggest thee from thy master Το bour recompense your love; doubt not, but 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 Hath brought me up to be your daughter's the prince of the world, let his nobility remem dower, As it hath fated her to be my motive And helper to a husband. But O strange men! When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts in his court. I am for the house with the warrow gate, which I take to be too little for pa to enter; some, that humble themselves, may; but the many will be too chill and tender: I. e. An honest death. + Commanda. ↑ End. $ there was a fashaus yellow starch for bands and ruffles, to which Lainn alludes. 11. e. Rue. • Deduce. For mover. + Lascivious. 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 to, without any tricks. Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, Sir, they shall be jades' tricks; which are their own right [Exit. by the law of nature. Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy. Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made himself much sport out of him: by this 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 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. Laj. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I night safely be admitted. Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. Latf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet. Re-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 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. [Exeunt. ACT V. 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 ; as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Enter a gentle ASTRINGER. This man may help me to his majesty's ear, Sir. Mischievously unhappy, waggish. + Scotched like a piece of meat for the gridiron. A gentleman Falconer. Gent. And you. Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of Gent. I have been sometimes there. Hel. I do presume, Sir, that you are not fallen From the reports that goes upon your goodness; Which lay nice manners by, I put you to Gent. What's your will? Hel. That it will please you He Gent. The king's not here. Hel. Not here, Sir? Gent. Not, indeed: 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; Though time seems so adverse, and means unfit. I do beseech you, whither is he gone? Hel. I do beseech you, Sir, Since you are like to see the king before me, Gent. This I'll do for you. Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Whate'er falls more.-We must to horse again ;Go, go, provide. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Rousillon.-The inner Court of the Countess' Palace. Enter CLOWN and PAROLLES. Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafen this letter: I have ere now, Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; 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 so strong as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr'ythee, allow the wind. Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, Sir; I spake by a metaphor. Clo. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, get thee further. Pur. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper. Clo. Fob, pr'ythee, stand away: A paper from fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself. Enter LAFEU. Here is a pur of fortune's, Sir, or of fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal: Pray you, Sir, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. [Exit CLOWN. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune bath cruelly scratched. Laf. And what would you have me to do? Wherein 'tis too late to pare her nails now. have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not bave kraves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for you: Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am | For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a bail In me at once: But to the brightest bears for other business. Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, The time is fair again. Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single word. Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ba't save your word. " Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word then. Cox' my passion! give me your hand :-How does your drum? Pur. O my good lord, you were the first that found me. Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee. Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out. Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the devil? one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming, i know by bis trumpets.-Sirrab, inquire further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow. Par. 1 praise God for you. Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LANEU, teem + Was made much poorer by it: but your son, Count. 'Tis past, my liege : And I beseech your majesty to make it King. My honour'd lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all; Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Laf. This I must say,- But first I beg my pardon,-The young lord Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to hither - We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit GENTLEMAN. Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me, That set him high in fame. Enter BERTRAM. Laf. He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season, ¶ You need not ask here it is. Reckoning or estimate. So in As you like it to have seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands " 1.e. The first interview shall put an end to all recol lection of the past. e. Of uninterrupted rain. Ber. My high-repeuted blames,⚫ Not one word more of the consumed time. Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye That thou didst love her, strikes some scores From the great compt: But love, that comes Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, Send forth your amorous token for fair Modlin : Count. Which better than the first, O dear eye, While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd tot— I would relieve her: Had you that craft, te of what should stead her most? Ber. My gracious sovereign, Count. Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckoa'd it Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it. Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it : In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, I stood engag'd: + but when I had subscrib*4 Faults repented of to the atmest, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close We'll sift this matter further. Ber. If you shall prove This ring was ever her's, you shall as easy [Exit BERTRAM, guarded. Enter a GENTLEMAN. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who bath, for four or five removes, come short King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited| to me, and my honour's puid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice: Grant it me, O king; in you it best lies: otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. DIANA CAPULET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him: for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafen, To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these sui Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Both suffer under this complaint we bring, Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deuy But that I know them: Do they charge me further? Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife ? Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. You give away this hand, and that is mine; mine; You give away myself, which is known mine; Laf. Your reputation [To BERTRAM.] comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your bonour, Than in my thought it lies! Dia. Good my lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think King. What say'st thou to her ? And was a common gamester to the camp. + 80, He might have bought me at a common price. Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: King. Methought, you said, So bad an instrument! his name's Parolles. He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth: • Decease, die. ↑ Gamester when applied to a female, then meant a common woman. ✰ Value. ♦ Noted. Debauched. C 21.1.16, I found you wondrous ki And, look you, bere's your lener; 71 Par. Yet, so please your majesty: 1 did go betwers them, as i tad; bet more thas that, be bound her, der, intres, he was mad for ber, and taxed of batan, and of limbo, and of furves, and I know but what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, and I knew of their And are by me with child, ŝr.—The i going to bed; and of other motions, as promis | Will you be mine, n6# VII 27% @es?? ing ber marriage, and things that would derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know. King, Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married: But thou art too fiue in thy evidence: therefore stand aside. This ring, you say, was your's? Diu. Ay, my good lord. • Love. Bir. If she, my Degt, ca mat e I'll love ber dearly, ever, ever drerit, true, Deadly divorce step between me and wa *Her schioration concurring with her appearance of me a bandkerchief: So, I thank ther bring comin ♪ May justly make me fast. Tuo artful. |