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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 sce 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 unorrow, noble captain. 2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles. i 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 f an i were not a very coward, I’d compel it of you ; but fare you well. [Ereunt BER rRAM, Lorus, &c. 1 Sold. You are undone, captain : all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet. Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot 7 i 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 weli, Sir ; I am for France too; we shall speak of you there. | Erit. Awar. Yet an 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 laun shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass, That every braggart shall be found an ass.

Rust, sword cool, blushes and, "...? live

safest in shame being fool'd, by foolery thrive 1

There's place, and means, for every man alive.

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Het. That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you, one of the greatest in the Christian world shall be my surely ; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful, Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel : time was, I did him a desired office, Iyear almost as his life ; which gratitude Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth Aud answer, thanks : I duly am inform’d, His grace is at Marseilles; to which place we have convenient convoy. You must know, I am supposed dead : the army breaking, My husband bies him home ; where, heaven aiding, And by the leave of my good lord the king, We'll he, before our welcome. H'id. Gentle madam, You never had a servant, to whose trust Your business was more welcome. Hel. Nor you, mistress, Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly la

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with what it loaths, for that which is away;
But more of this hereafter :—You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.
Dia, Let death and honesty"
Go with your impositions, t I am your's,
Upon your will to suffer.
Hel. Yet, I pray you, -
But with the word, the time will bring on sum.
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 flue's; the
crown ;
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

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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 pro-
Pose: his highness hath promised ine to do it:
and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived
*gainst your son, there is no fitter in atter. How
does your ladyship like it?
Count. With very much content, my lord, and
I wish it happily effected.
Las. His highness comes post from Marseilles,
"so able body as when he numbered thirty; he
will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him
hot in such intelligence hath seldon failed.
Count. It rejoices inc, that I hope I shall sec
him ere I die. I have letters, that my son will
be here to-night: I shall beseech your lordship,
Iemain with me till they meet together.
Las Madam, I was thinking with what man-
*I* I might safely be admitted.
(*nt. You need but plead your honourable
lots. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter;
but, i thank my God, it holds yet.

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- My lord, that’s gone, made himself much sport out of him: by this authosity he remains here, which he thinks is a patent


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 f
Het. That it will please you
To give this poor petition to the king ;

To come into his presence.
Gent. The king's not here.
JHel. Not here, Sir
Gent. Not, indeed :


Than is his use.
Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains |
Hel. All's well that ends well, yet;

I do beseech you, whither is he gone *
Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;
Whither I am going.
Het. I do beseech you, sir,
Since you are like to see the king before me,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand;
Which, I presume, shall render you no blame
But rather make you thank your pains for it :
I will come after you, with what good speed
Our means will make us means.
Gent. This I’ll do for you.
Het. And you shall find yourself to be wesi
Whate'er falls more.—we must to horse again;–
Go, go, provide. [Ereunt.

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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 unuddied withal : Pray you, sir,
use the carp as you may ; for be 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.

[Erit Clown.
Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath
cruelly scratched. And what would you have me to do f
'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein
have you played the knave with fortune, that she
should scratch you, who of herself is a good
lady, and would not have knaves thrive long

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under her There's a quart d'evu for you : Let

From the reports that goes upon your goodness;
And therefore goaded with unost sharp occa-

And aid me with that store of power you have,

He bence remov’d last night, and with more

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The spinions of commentators are divided upon this play. Hanmer supposes that some particular "fee-boo" Shakspeare's Upton, that he had no hand in its production : Theobald considers it one of his worst pores

Pope decides that the style is more natural and unaffected than our poet’s usually was and Jehosen declares that both in the serious and ludicrous scenes, the language and sentiments are Shakspeare’s ard that few of his plays have more lines or passages, which, singly considered, are eminently beautiful. Oes thins. **ever, appears certain---that this drama was one of his earliest efforts; that it was not very for received; and that, being seldom exhibited, it escaped the corruptions and interpolations, to which his == popular performances were subjected. The incidents of the play have not been assigned to any defesource; though it is not improbable that The Arcadia, and the common romances so much in verse - ** period, might have suggested some of them. Dr. Johnson says, that it evinces “a stranse inixture of k--ledge and ignorance, of care aud negligence ;" and that “the versification is often excellent-the all-o-o:

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Scene—sometimes in Verona, sometimes in Milan, and on the Frontiers of Mantua.

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Wal. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; *one-keeping youth have ever homely wits : wer’t not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour’d love, ! rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, non living dully sluggardiz'd at home, ** ear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. ... it, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu ! Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: *ish me partaker in thy happiness, *hen thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger,

If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers.
Eor I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
Val. And on a love-book pray for muy soccess.
Pro. Upon some book I love, I’ll pray for
Wal. o on some shallow story of deep
How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper is ve;
For he was more than over shoes in love
'al. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in
And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Pro. Over the boots? may, give me not the
boots. *
Val. No, I’ll not, for it boots thee not.
Pro. What t
Val. To be
In love, where scorn is bought with greams; ces

* A humorous punishment at harvest-heme feases, *r

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with heart-sore eighs; one fading moment's
with twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
if haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
if lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
or else a wit by folly vanquished. .
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll
Pro. "Tis love you cavil at ; I am not Love.
Pat. Love is your master, for he inasters you :
And be that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Pro. But dost thou heart gav'st mon letter to Julia f ga my Speed. Ay, Sir : 1, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton;" and sho, a laced imutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you. | Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. f ore. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pino Speed. From a pound to a pin f fold it over and over,

J'al. Yet writers say, As the most forward "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to

bud is eaten by the cauker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prine, And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, that art a votary to sond desire 1 once more adieu: my father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. E. And thither will I bring thee, Valentime. Pal. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. of Milan, let us hear from thee by letters, At thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend : And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan Pai. As much to you at home 1 and so farcwell. [Erit VALENT IN k. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ; 1 leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me ; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, war with good counsel, set the world at nought ! Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter Speed.

speed. Sir Proteus, save you; Saw you my master f Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already : and I have play’d the sheep in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be a while away. speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and 1 a sheep 7 Pro. I do. speed. why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. &peed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. It shall go hard, another. Apeed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not thy sheep the shepherd ; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not une; therefore, I am wo sheep. Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep ; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa.

but I'll prove it by

your lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod t [SPEED nods. Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I ? why, that's noddy. # Specd. You mistook, Sir ; I say she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod, and I say, i. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you. Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly; |ho nothing but the word, noddy for Iny pains. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief ; What said she f speed. open your purse, that the money and the matter unay be both at once deliver'd. Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: What said she f h speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win er. Pro. why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her f speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to ine that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing 1 speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd to me; in requital, whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I’ll commend you to my naster. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck : which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destined to a drier death on shore :I must go send some better messenger; i fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post. [A reunt.

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Luc. Oh I they love least, that let men know their love. Jul. I would I knew his mind. Jouc. Peruse this paper, Inadan. Jul. To Julia, Say, from whoun 1,wc. That the contents will show. Jul. Say, say ; who gave it thee 3 Aluc. Sir Valentine's page ; and sent, I think, from Proteus : He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Did in * name receive it ; pardon the fault, pray. Jut. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker " : Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines : To whisper and conspire against my youth Now, trust me, ’tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be return'd ; Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. Jul. Will you be gone 7 Luc. That you may ruminate. [Erit. Jul. ! yet I would I had o'erlook'd the - etter. 1t were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that knows 1 an a maid, And would not force the letter to my view f Since maids, in modesty, say, No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, A y. Fie, fie : how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod : How churlislily I chid Lucetta beuce, When willingiy I would have had her here ! How angrily is taught my brow to frown,

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When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile !
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission for may soliy past :-
What ho Lucetta 1
' ' Re-enter Lecerra.
Luc. What would your ladyship 1
Jut. Is it near dinner-time?
Luc. I would it were ;
That you might kill your stomach * on your
And not upon your maid.
Jul. What is't you took up
So gingerly 7
Litc. Nothing.
Jul. Why did'st thon stoop then f
Luc. To take a paper up that : set falo.
Jul. Aud is that paper nothing?
Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Jul. Then let it lie for those that it corrorms.
Litc. Madain, it will not lie where it coa-
Unless it have a false interpreter.
Jul. Some love of your’s hath writ to you is
rhyme. -
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a
tnine :
Give me a note: your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be pes-
sible :
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' tere.
Litc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Jul. Heavy belike it hain some series
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you
sing it.
Jul. And why not you ?

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And yet methinks, I do not like this tune. Jul. You do not f Luc. No, madanr ; it is too sharp. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with two harsh cant : There wanteth but a mean * to fitt your song. Jul. The mean is drowu'd with your unruly base. I.uc, Indeed, I bid the base: for Proteas. Jul. This babble shall uut henceforta treator ule. Here is a coil 5 with protestation — - [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone ; and let the papers tie : You would be fingering them, to aucer one. Luc. She makes it strauge; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter. Frit. Jul. Nay, would I were so auger'd with the same 1 O hateful hands, to tear such loving words : Injurious wasps 1 to seed on such sweet benev, Aud kill the bees, that yield it, with year stings I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And here is writ—kind Julia ,-unkind Julia: As in revenge of thy ingratitude, 1 throw thy name against the bruising stones Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Look, here is writ—tore-trounded Proteur Poor wounded name ! my bosom, as a tied, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly heal’d ; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down of

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