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in evil. He excels his Brother for a Coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is. In a Retreat he out-runs any lacquey; marry, in coming on he has
Int. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine ?
Par. Ay, and the Captain of his horse, Count Roufillon
Int. I'll whisper with the General and know his pleasure.
Par. I'll no more drumming, a plague of all drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy, the Count, have I run into danger ; yet who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken?
[Afide. Int. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die ; the General says, you, that have so traiterously discovered the secrets of your army, 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. Int. That shall you, and take your leave of all
[Unbinding him. So, look about you;
know Ber. Good morrow, 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. i Lord. Good Captain, will you give me a copy
of that same Sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Roufillon? if I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you ; but fare you well.
[Exeunt. Int. You are undone, Captain, all but your scarf ; that has a knot on't yet.
Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot ?
Int. If you could find out a Country where but women were that had receiv'd so much shame, you
you any here?
might begin an impudent Nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we shall speak of
[Exit. Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, "Twould burft 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 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, Parolles, live Safert in shame! being fool'd, by fool'ry thrive; There's place and means for every man alive. I'll after them.
SCENE changes to the Widow's Houfe, at
Enter Helena, Widow and Diana.
Wid. Gentle Madam,
Hel. Nor you, Mistress,
To recompence your love: doubt not, but heav'n
Dia. Let death and honesty
Hel. 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, (34) Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us; (35) All's well, that ends well; still the fine's the crown; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. [Exeunt.
(34) Our Waggon is prepar'd, and Time revives us ;] The Word revives conveys 10 little Idea of Sense here, that it seems very liable to Suspicion. How could Time revive these travelling Adventurers ? Helen could not have so poor a Thought as to mean, “ tho' we were tir'd laft “ Night, yet Repose has given us fresh Vigour, and now Time revives
us for a new Fatigue.”. Can It then have this Meaning ? The Consequences of our Enterprize, and the happy Issue that may crown it in Time, revive our Spirits, and animate us to a chearful Prosecution. Mr. Warburton very reasonably conjectures, that We should read,
and Time revyes us ; i. e. looks us in the Face, calls upon us to haften;
(35) All's well, that ends well ; fill that finds the Crown;] What finds ? There is no Substantive in the preceding Branch of the Sentence to answer to this Relative. But this is the Reading only of Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope; I have restor'd the genuine Text from the first Folio. Our Author is alluding to the Latin proverbial Gnome ; Finis coroñat opus. And he elsewhere uses the fine, to signify, the End, the Issue. So Benedick, in Much Ado about Nothing.
and the fine is, (for the Which I may go the finer,) I will live a Batchellor.
SCENE changes to Rousillon in France,
Enter Countess, Lafeu, and Clown. .
snipt-taffata fellow there, whose villainous saffron would have made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour. Your daughter-inlaw had been alive at this hour, and your Son here at home more advanc'd by the King than by that redtail'd 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
lesh, 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 fallet-herbs, you knave, they are nose-herbs.
Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir, I have not much skill in grass.
Laf. Whether doft thou profess thy self, 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.
Cló. 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 therë.
Laf. What Prince is chat ?
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 seduce thee from thy Mafter thou talk'it of, serve him ftill.
Clo. I'm a woodland fellow, Sir, that always lov'd a great fire; and the Master I speak of ever keeps a good fire; but, fure, 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 encer : lome, that humble themselves, may ; but the Many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the fowry way that leads to the broad gate, and the
Laf, Go thy ways, I begin to be a weary of thee, and I tell thee fo before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways, let my horses be well look'd to, without any tricks.
Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, they shall be jades tricks, which are their own right by the law of Na
[Exit. Laf. A fhrewd 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 fawciness; 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 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;