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What power iş it, which mounts my love so high :
Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, with
letters ; Lords and others attending. King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue A braving war.
1 Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
His love and wisdom, and cannot feed mine eye?] i e. Cannot the power which makes her see, also feed her sight by giving her the object.
y The mightiest space in fortune, &c.] The affections given us by Nature often unite persons between whom fortune or accident has placed the greatest distance or disparity: and cause them to join like likes, i. e. instar parium, like persons in the same rank of life, and kiss like native things, i. e. like things formed by nature for each other.-STEEVENs and M. Mason. z That weigh their pains in sense ; and do suppose,
What huth been cannot be :] Johnson proposes to read han't for hath; but there is surely no need of any alteration; Helena is encouraging herself to a hazardous undertaking, by reflecting, that the achievement of great designs are only impossible to those who calculate the difficulties with a cold and overcautious consideration, and suppose that the success which has once rewarded an adventurous act, may not happen again.
Senoysm] The Sanesi, as they are termed by Boccace. Painter, who translates bim, calls them Senois. They were the people of a small republick, of which the capital was Sienna. The Florentines were at perpetual variance with them.--STEEVENS.
Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead
He hath arm’d our answer,
It may well serve
nursery to our gentry, who are sick For breathing and exploit. King.
What's he comes here?
Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES.
Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;
Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
King. I would I had that corporal soundness now,
b He had the wit, &c.] Your father, says the king, had the same airy flights of satirical wit with the young lords of the present time, but they do not what he did, hide their unnoted levity, in honour, cover petty faults with great merit.
This is an excellent observation. Jocose follies, and slight offences, are only allowed by mankind in him that over-powers them great qualities. Johnson.
- pride or sharpness,]-are in this place used in a good sense for dignity of manners and readiness of wit.
His equal had awak’d them ; and his honour,
His good remembrance, sir,
King. 'Would, I were with him !—He would always say,
You are lov’d, sir :: They, that least lend it you shall lack you first.
d His tongue obey'd his hand :) We should read—His tongue obey'd the hand. That is, the hand of his honour's clock, shewing the true minute when exceptions bade him speak.—Johnson.
approof-] i. e. Approbation, the praises of his epitaph are faint in comparison with the commendations of the king.
the snuff-] i. e. The contempt.
whose judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ;] Who have no other use of their faculties, than to invent new modes of dress.--JOHNSON.
King. I fill a place, I know't.—How long is't, count, Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam’d. Ber.
Some six months since, my lord. King. If he were living, I would try him yet ;Lend me an arm ;-the rest have worn me out With several applications :nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; My son's no dearer. Ber.
Thank your majesty.
Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.
Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown.h Count. I will now hear: what say you of this gentlewoman?
Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content,' I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours : for them we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
Count. What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of you, I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness, that I do not : for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.k
Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.
Steward and Clown.] A clown in Shakspeare is commonly taken for a licensed jester, or domestick fool. We are not to wonder that we find this character often in his plays, since fools were at that time maintained in all great families, to keep up merriment in the house. In the picture of Sir Thomas More's family, by Hans Holbein, the only servant represented is Patison the fool. This is a proof of the familiarity to which they were admitted, not by the great only, but the wise.---JOHNSON.
to even your content,] To act up to your desires.-_Johnson.
you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.] The natural sense of the passage seems to be this: “You have folly enough to desire to commit these knaveries, and ability enough to accomplish them.”-M. Mason.
Count. Well, sir.
Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; though many of the rich are damned: But, if I may have your ladyship’s good-will to go to the world,' Isbel the woman and I will do as we may.
Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is no heritage : and, I think, I shall never have the blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for they say, bearns are blessings.
Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.
Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that the devil drives.
Count. Is this all your worship’s reason?
Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.
Count. May the world know them?
Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are ; and, indeed, I do marry, that I may repent.
Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.
Clo. I am out of friends, madam ; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake.
Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave.
Clo. You are shallow, madam ; e’en great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am a-weary of. He, that earsm my land, spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the crop: if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my friend ; ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my
friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon
1- to go to the world,] This phrase has occurred in Much Ado about Nothing, and in As you like it, and signifies to be married.--Steevens.
-] i, e. Ploughs.