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the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business.
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.-Sirrah, 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A Room in the COUNTESS' Palace. Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LANEU, LORDS, GENTLEMEN, Guards, &c.
Par. 1 praise God for you.
King. We lost a jewel of her; and our es
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;
For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a fizi
Laf. This I must say,
But first I beg my pardon,-The young lord
Not one word more of the consumed time.
Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first
The dust that did offend it.
Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to
Humbly call'd mistress.
King. Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear.--Well, call him hither -
Ber. My high-repeuted blames,⚫
We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit GENTLEMAN.
King. Then shall we have a match. letters sent me, That set him high in fame.
King. Well excus'd:
That thou didst love her, strikes some scores
Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
Make trivial price of serious things we have,
You need not ask here it is.
So in As you like it to have seen much and to
e. Of uninterrupted rain.
Send forth your amorous token for fair Maodlin :
Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease!
Must be digested, give a favour from yon,
Ber. Her's it was not.
King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for me
While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd tol.—
I would relieve her: Had you that craft, te
of what should stead her most?
Count. Son, on my life,
I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'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 subserib*4
• Faults repented of to the nimest,
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her folly,
King. Plutus himself,
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine ⚫
Hath not in nature's mystery more science,
Whoever gave it you; Then, if you khów
You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety
That she would never put it from her finger,
Ber. She never saw it.
King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove
That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove And yet I know not :-thou didst hate deadly, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, More than to see this ring.-Take him away. [Guards seize BERTRAM. My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Having vainly fear'd too little.-Away with bim;
We'll sift this matter further.
Ber. If you shall prove
This ring was ever her's, you shall as easy
[Exit BERTRAN, guarded. Enter a GENTLEMAN.
King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know
Here's a petition from a Florentine,
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 paid 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, Lafeu,
Go, speedily, and bring again the count.
I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd.
Enter BERTRAM, guarded.
King. I wonder, Sir, since wives are monsters
And that you by them as you swear them lord-
To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these sui
Count. Now, justice on the doers!
Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
[Exeunt GENTLEMAN, and some attend.
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
The philosopher's stone. 1. e. That have the proper consciousness of your own actions. Pay toll for him.
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your
Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
You give away this hand, and that is 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!
Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
King. What say'st thou to her?
Ber. She's impudent, my lord;
And was a common gamester to the camp. + Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were 80,
He might have bought me at a common price.
Count. He blushes, and 'tis it:
King. Methought, you said, You saw one bere in court could witness it. Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
King, She hath that ring of your's.
And boarded her 'the wanton way of youth:
Dia. I must be patient;
You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife,
Ber. I have it not.
King. What ring was your's, I pray you? Dia. Sir, much like
The same upon your finger
King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late.
Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. .King. The story then goes false, you threw it him Out of a casement.
Dia. I have spoke the truth.
Dia. Do you know, he promised me riage?
Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou
Par. Yes, so please your majesty: I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her,for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies,
and I know not what yet I was in that credit
with them at that time, and I knew of their going to bed; and of other motions, as promising her 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 staud aside.
This ring, you say, was your's?
Re-enter WIDOW, with HELENA.
Hel. No, my good lord;
King. Take her away.
King, I think thee now some common casto
Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this while?
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is m guilty;
He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear tot: I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not. Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. [Pointing to LaFa. King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her. Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, royal Sir; [Exit Wow. The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me, bere I quit
him: He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd; And at that time he got his wife with child: Dead though she be, she feels her young one
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: And now behold the meaning.
Hel. O my good lord, when I was like this maid, found you 'wond'rous kind. There is your ring, And, look you, here's your letter; This it sa When from my finger you can get this And are by me with child, &c.-This is dolle ring, Will you be mine, now you are doubly won Ber. If she, my liege, can make me kno this clearly, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prore un Deadly divorce step between me and you!O my dear mother, do I see you living? Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall wee anon :-Good Tom Drum, [TO PAROLLES.] len me a bandkerchief: So, I thank thee :. wait
me home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow:-
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,
TW O GENTLEMEN
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
THE opinions of commentators are divided upon this play. Hanmer supposes that some particular speeches ar Shakspeare's: Upton, that he had no hand in its production: Theobald considers it one of his worst pieces: Pope decides that the style is more natural and unaffected than our poet's usually was: and Johnson deciares that both in the serious and ludicrous scenes, the language and sentiments are Shakspeare's; and that few of his plays have more lines or passages, which, singly considered, are eminently beautiful. One thing, bewever, appears certain--that this drama was one of his earliest efforts; that it was not very favourably received; and that, being seldom exhibited, it escaped the corruptions and interpolations, to which his man populer performances were subjected. The incidents of the play have not been assigned to any defons source; though it is not improbable that The Arcadia, and the common romances so much in vogue at that period, might have suggested some of them. Dr. Johnson says, that it evinces "a strange mixture of knowledge and ignorance, of care and negligence;" and that "the versification is often excellent--the allusions, learned and just."
DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.
VALENTINE, Gentlemen of Verona.
ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.
LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
SCENE-Sometimes in Verona, sometimes in Milan, and on the Frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE 1.-An open place in Verona.
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine,
HOST, where Julia lodges in Milan.
Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, secst
JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Protess.