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ois colour: your daugnter-in-law had been alive at this and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out hour, and your son here at home more advanced by with thee. Go thy ways; let my horses be well lookel ine king, than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of. to, without any tricks.

Count. I would I had not known him! it was the Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be death of the most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of had praise for creating : if she had partaken of my nature.

(Erit. flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy. could not have owed her a more rooted love.

Count. So he is. My lord, that 's gone, made himLaf. 'T was a good lady, 't was a good lady: we self much sport out of him: by his authority he reniay pick a thousand sallets, ere we light on such mains here, which he thinks is a patent for his saucianother herb.

ness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the will. sallet, or, rather, the herb of grace.

Laf. I like him well; 't is not amiss : And I was Laf. They are not sallet-herbs, you knave, they are about to tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death, nose-herbs.

and that my lord your son was upon his return home, I Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not moved the king my master to speak in the behalf of my much skill in grass.

daughter ; which, in the minority of them both, his maLaf. Whether dost thou profess thyself—a knave or jesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did first proa fool?

pose : his highness hath promised me to do it: and, to Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a kuave stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your at a man's.

son, there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship Laf. Your distinction ?

like it? Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his Count. With very much content, my lord, and I service.

wish it happily effected. Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed. Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as

Ch. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to able body as when he numbered thirty; he will be here do her service.

to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelLaf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both knave ligence hath seldom failed. and fool.

Count. It rejoices me that I hope I shall see him ere Clo. At your service.

I die. I have letters, that my son will be here to-night: Laf. No, no, no.

I shall beseech your lordship to remain with me till Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as they meet together. great a prince as you are.

Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I Laf. Who 's that! a Frenchman?

might safely be admitted. Clo. Faith, sir, a has an English name; but his Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. phisnomy is more hotter in France than there.

Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; bul, Laf. What prince is that?

I thank my God, it holds yet. Clo. The back prince, sir, alias, the prince of darkness; alias, the devil.

Re-enter Clown. Laf. Hold thee, there 's my purse: I give thee not Clo. O madam, yonder 's my lord your son with a this to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of; patch of velvet on 's face; whether there be a scar under serve him still.

it, or no, the velvet knows; but 't is a goodly patch of Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved velvet : his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a hall, a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a but his right cheek is worn bare. good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world; let Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good his nobility remain in his court. I am for the house livery of honour; so, belike, is that. with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face. pomp to enter : some that humble themselves may; but Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you; I long to the many will be too chill and tender, and they 'll be talk with the young noble soldier. for the flowery way, that leads to the broad gate and the Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine great fire.

hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of thee; and nod at every man.

[Ererent.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-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.
This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
If he would spend his power.-God save you, sir.

Ast. And you.
* An astringer is a falconer. A "gentle astringer" probably
meant the head of the king's hawking establishment-not a
penjal, but an officer of rank in his household.

Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
Ast. I have been sometimes there.

Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
From the report that goes upon your goodness;
And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues, for the which
I shall continue thankful.
Ast.

What 's your will ?
Hel. That it will please you
To give this poor petition to the king ;
And aid me with that store of power you have,
To come into his presence.

Ast. The king 's not here.
Hel.

Not here, sir?

Not, inden! # Unhappy-unlurky-mischievous

Ast.

Hei

He hence remor'd last night, and with more haste at once both the office of God and the devil ? one brings Than is his use.

thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Trumpets Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains ! sound.] The king 's coming, I know by his trumpets. Hel. All 's well that ends well, yet;

-Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk of you Though time seem so adverse, and means unfit.- last night : though you are a fool and a knave, you shall I do beseech you, whither is he gone

?

eat; go to, follow. Ast. Marty, as I take it, to Rousillon;

Par. I praise God for you.

Exeunt. Whither I am going. I do beseech you, sir,

SCENE III.- The same. A Room in the Countess's Since you are like to see the king before me,

Palace.
Commend the paper to his gracious hand;
Which, I presume, shall render you no blame,

Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, Layeu, Lorols, But rather make you thank your pains for it :

Gentlemen, Guarus, &c. I will come after you, with what good speed

King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem Our means will make us means.

Was made much poorer by it: but your son,

This I 'll do for you. As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank’d, Her estimation home.
Whate'er falls more.-We must to horse again ;- Count.

'T is past, my liege : Go, go, provide

(Exeunt. And I beseech your majesty to make it

Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth ;
SCENE II.-Rousillon. The inner Court of the When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
Countess's Palace.

O'erbears it, and burns on.
King.

My honour'd lady,
Enter Clown and PAROLLES.

I have forgiven and forgotten all;
Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to And watch'd the time to shoot.
you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes ; Laf.

This I must say, — but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's mood, a and But first I beg my pardon, - The young lord srnell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it Offence of mighty note; but to himself sell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife eat Do fish of fortune's buttering. Prithee allow the Whose beauty did astonish the survey vind.

Of richest eyes ; whose words all ears took captive ; Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir ; 1 Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve spake but by a metaphor.

Humbly call'd mistress. Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop King.

Praising what is lost, my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee get Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hithee farther. Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.

We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
Clo. Foh, prithee stand away: A paper from for- All repetition :- Let him not ask our pardon ;
tree's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here The nature of his great offence is dead,
he comes himself.

And deeper than oblivion we do bury
Enter Lafeu.

The incensing relics of it; let him approach,

A stranger, no offender; and inform him
Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, (but So 't is our will he should.
Dot a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean fish- Gent.

I shall, my liege. [Exit. pand of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied King. What says he to your daughter? have you sithal : Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may; for he

spoke? Looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. kaare. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters and leave him to your lordship.

[Exit.

sent me Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly That set him high in fame. scratched.

Enter BERTRAM. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 't is too late to pare ber nails now. Wherein have you played Laf.

He looks well on 't. the knase with fortune, that she should scratch you, King. I am not a day of season, ubo of berself is a good lady, and would not have knaves For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail thrive long under her? There's a quart decu for you : In me at once : But to the brightest beams Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, for ober business.

The time is fair again. Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one single Ber.

My high-repented blames, word.

Dear sovereign, pardon to me. Laf. You beg a single penny more : come, you shal? King.

All is whole; ba t; save your word.

Not one word more of the consumed time. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.

Let's take the instant by the forward top; Laf. You beg more than word then.—Cox' my pas- For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees sean! give me your hand : How does your drum The inaudible and noiseless foot of time

Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me. Steals, ere we can effect them : You remember
Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost The daughter of this lord ?

Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart grace, for you did bring me out.

Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue : Laf. Ont upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me

* A day of season--a seasonable day. Sunshine aust tusi • Sloosh caprice.

mark a day out of season.

ther;

Where the impression of mine eye infixing,

(Where you have never come,) or sent it us Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, Upon her great disaster. Which warpd the line of every other favour;

Ber.

She never saw it. Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stol'n;

King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine no :ou , Extended or contracted all proportions,

And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, To a most hideous object: Thence it came,

Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself That thou art so inhuman,—'t will not prove so;Since I have lost have lov'd, was in mine eye

And yet I know not :-thou didst hate her deadly, The dust that did offend it.

And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
King.
Well excus'd :

Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
That thou didst love her strikes some scores away More than to see this ring.– Take him away.-
From the great compt: But love that comes too late,

[Guards seize BERTRAZ. Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,

My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, To the great sender turns a sour offence,

Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Crying, That 's good that 's gone: our rash faults Having vainly fear'd too little.--Away with him ;Make trivial price of serious things we have,

We 'll sift this matter further. Not knowing them, until we know their grave :

Ber.

If you shall prove Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,

This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust : Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Our own love waking cries to see what 's done, Where yet she never was. [Exit Bertram, guarded.
While shameful bate sleeps out the afternoon.

Enter the Astringer.
Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.
Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin : King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
The main consents are hud; and here we 'll stay

Ast.

Gracious sovereig, To see our widower's second marriage-day.

Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not ; Count. Which better than the first, o dear Heaven, Here 's a petition from a Florentine, bless!

Who hath, for four or five removes,a come short
Or, ere they meet in me, 0 nature cesse.

To tender it herself. I undertook it,
Lef. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech
Must be digested, give a favour from you,

Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know,
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,

Is here attending : her business looks in her
That she may quickly come.—By my old beard, With an importing visage ; and she told me,
And every hair that 's on 't, Helen, that 's dead, In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
Was a sweet creature; such a ring as this,

Your highness with herself.
The last that ere I took her leave at court,

King. [Reads.] I saw upon her tinger.

“Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife Ber. Hers it was not.

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 King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, honour 's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no While I was speaking, oft was fastend to it.

leave, and I follow him to his country for justice : Grant it This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, me, O king; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, I bade her, if her fortunes ever stool

and a poor maid is undone.

DIANA CAPULET." Necessitied to help, that by this token

Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave for this : I 'll none of him.b her

King. The Heavens have thought well on thee, Lafen, Of what should stead her most?

To bring forth this discovery.--Seek these suitors : Ber.

My gracious sovereign, Go speedily, and bring again the count. Flowe'er it pleases you to take it so,

(Exeunt the Astringer and some Attendants The ring was never hers.

I am afeard the life of Helen, lady,
Count.
Son, on my life,

Was foully snatch'd.
I have seen her wear it; and she reckond it

Count.

Now, justice on the doers !
At her life's rate.
Laf.
I am sure I saw her wear it.

Enter BERTRAM, guarded.
Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it :

King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you, In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Yet you desire to marry.- What woman 's that ? Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought I stood ingag‘d :* but when I had subscrib'd

Re-enter the Astringer, with Widow and Diana. To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully,

Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, I could not answer in that course of honour

Derived from the ancient Capulet; As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,

My suit, as I do understand, you know, In heavy satisfaction, and would never

And therefore know how far I may be pitied. Receive the ring again.

Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour King. Plutus himself,

Both suffer under this complaint we bring, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, And both shall cease, without your remedy. Hath not in nature's mystery more science,

King. Come hither, count : Do you know these woThan I have in this ring : t was mine, 't was Helen's,

men ? Whoever gave it you: Then, if you know

Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny That you are well acquainted with yourself,

But that I know them : Do they charge me further ? Confess 't was hers, and by what rough enforcement Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife ? You got it froin her : she call'd the saints to surety, That she would never put it from her finger,

a Removes-stages. Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,

The tolling in a fair was necessary to the validity of a lsar

gain; and Lafen will get rid of Bertrain by toll and sale, ac * Ingag'd. We think that the lady is represented by Bertram

ne reading, or he will buy a son-in law, and to. liave considered him “ingag'd"-pledged-to herself. lim, according to the other.

to

woman.

Ber She 's none of mine, my lord.

Enter PAROLLES. Dis.

If you shall marry, Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers. You give away this hand, and that is mine ;

King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts Ya give away Heaven's vows, and those are mine;

you. You give away myself, which is known mine; Is this the man you speak of? For I by vow am so embodied yours,

Dia.

Ay, my lord. That she which marries you must marry me,

King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge you Either both or none.

Not fearing the displeasure of your master, Lef. Your reputation (to Bertrau) comes too short (Which, on your just proceeding, I 'll keep off,) for my daughter; you are no husband for her.

By him, and by this woman here, what know you ! Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness an honourable gentleman ; tricks he hath had in him Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour,

which gentlemen have. Than for to think that I would sink it here.

King. Come, come, to the purpose : Did he love King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to this woman? friend,

Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her : But how?
Till your deeds gain them : Fairer prove your honour, King. How, I pray you ?
Than in my thought it lies!

Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a Dia.

Good my lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think

King. How is that? He had not my virginity.

Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. King. What say'st thou to her ?

King. As thou art a knave, and no knave:

-What Ber.

She 's impulent, my lord; an equivocal companion is this! And was a common gamester to the camp.

Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's com Dic. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so mand. He might have bought me at a common price:

Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naugnty Do not believe him : 0, behold this ring,

orator. Whose high respect, and rich validity,

Dia. Do you know he promised me marriage ? Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that,

Par. 'Faith, I know more than I 'll speak. He gave it to a commoner o' the camp,

King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st ? If I be one.

Par. Yes, so please your majesty : I did go between Count. He blushes, and 't is it :

them, as I said ; but more than that, he loved her,-for, Of six preceding ancestors, that gem

indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,

limbo, and of furies, and I know not what : yet I was Hath it been owd and worn. This is his wife; in that credit with them at hat time, that I knew of That ring 's a thousand proofs.

their going to bed ; and of other motions, as promising King.

Methought, you said, her marriage, and things which would derive me ill You saw one here in court could witness it.

will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what Dia. I did, my lord, but loth am to produce know. So bad an instrument; his name 's Parolles.

King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.

say they are married : But thou art too fine« in thy King. Find him, and bring him hither.

evidence; therefore stand aside.—This ring, you say, Beri

What of him? was yours? He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,

Dia. Ay, my good lord. With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd ; King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you ? Wbose nature sickens but to speak a truth :

Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. Am I or that, or this, for what he 'll utter,

King. Who lent it you? That will speak anything?

Dia.

It was not lent me neither King.

She hath that ring of yours. King. Where did you find it then? Ber. I think she has : certain it is I lik’d her,

Dia.

I found it not. And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth :

King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, She knew her distance, and did angle for me,

How could you give it him? Madding my eagemess with her restraint,

Dia.

I never gave it him. As all impeliments in fancy's course

Laf. This woman 's an easy glove, my lord ; she Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,

goes off and on at pleasure. Her insuit coming with her modern grace,

King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Sabdued me to her rate : she got the ring :

Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know. And I had that which any inferior might

King. Take her away, I do not like her now; At market-price have bought.

To prison with her : and away with him.Dia.

I must be patient; Unless thou tellist me where thou hadst this ring, Yon, that have turn'd off a first so noble wife,

Thou diest within this hour. May justly diet me. I pray you yet,

Dia.

I'll never tell you. (Since you lack virtue I will lose a husband,)

King. Take her away. Send for your ring, I will return it home,

Dia.

I 'll put in bail, my liege. And give me mine again.

King. I think thee now some common customer. Ber. I have it not.

Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 't was you. King. What ring was yours, I pray you !

King. Wherefore hast thou accus d him all this while ? Dia. Sir, much like the same upon your finger. Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty : King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late. He knows I am no maid, and he 'll swear to 't: Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not.

King. The story then goes false, you threw it him Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; Out of a casement.

I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. Dia. I have spoke the truth.

[Pointing to LaFEU. • Validity-valve b Boarded-accosted

» Too fine-too full of finesse

King. She does abuse our ears ; tu prison with her. Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.–Stay, royal sir; I 'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

[Exit Widow. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for,

Deadly divorce step between me and you! -
And he shall surety me.
But for this lord,

0, my dear mother, do I see you living? Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,

Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon :Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him : Good Tom Drum (to PAROLLES] lend me a handkerHe knows himself my bed he hath defild;

chief : So, I thank thee; wait on me home, I 'll make And at that time he got his wife with child :

sport with thee : Let thy courtesies alone, they are Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick; scurvy ones. So there's my riddle-One that 's dead is quick; King. Let us from point to point this story know, And now behold the meaning.

To make the even truth in pleasure flow :

If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, [To Diana. Re-enter Widow, with HELENA.

Choose thou thy husband, and I 'll pay thy dower, King.

Is there no exorcist

For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes ?

Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.

Of that and all the progress, more and less,
Is 't real that I see?
Hel.
No, my good lord;

Resolvedly more leisure shall express :
T is but the shadow of a wife you see,

All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet,

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. (Flourish. The name, and not the thing. Ber. Both, both ; 0, pardon!

(Advancing.) Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid,

The king's a beggar, now the play is done : I found you wond'rous kind. There is your ring,

All is well ended, if this suit be won,

That you express content; which we will pay, And, look you, here's your letter : This it says,

With strife to please your day exceeding day: " When from my finger you can get this ring,

Ours be your patience then, and yours var parts; And are by me with child,” &c.—This is done :

Your gentle hands leud us, and take our hearts. Will you be mine, now you are doubly won *

(E.reunt.

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