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Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day Jaq. Sir, by your patience ; if I heard you Men of great worth resorted to this forest,

rightly, Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot, The duke hath put on a religious life, In his own conduct, purposely to take

And thrown into neglect the pompous court? His brother here, and put him to the sword: Jaq. de B. He hath. And to the skirts of this wild wood he came; Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites Where, meeting with an old religious man, There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. After some question with him, was converted You to your former honour I bequeath; Both from his enterprize and from the world :

[To Duke S. His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, Your patience, and your virtue, well deservesit:And all their lands restor’d to them again, You (To Orlando] to a love that your true That were with him exíld: This to be true,

faith doth merit:I do engage my life.

You [To Oliver] to your land, and love, and Duke $. Welcome, young man;

great allies : Thou offer’st fairly to thy brothers' wedding : You [To Silvius ] to a long and well-deserved To one, his lands withheld; and to the other,

bed: A land itself at large, a potent dukedom. And you (To Touchstone] to wrangling; for thy First, in this forest, let us do those ends,

loving voyage That here were well begun, and well begot: Is but for two months victual'd:-So to your And after, every of this happy number,

pleasures; That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with I am for other than for dancing measures. us,

Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. Shall share the good of our returned fortune, Jaq. To see no pastime, I :-what you would According to the measure of their states.

have Meantime, forget this new-fall’n dignity, I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Erit. And fall into our rustick revelry:

Duke S. Proceed, proceed : we will begin these Play, musick ;-and you brides and bridegrooms rites, all,

And we do trust they'll end in true delights. With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall.



Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the love you bear to men, to like as much of this epilogue : but it is no more unhandsome, than play as please them: and so I charge you, 0 to see the lord the prologue. If it be true, that men, for the love you bear to women, (as I pergood wine needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good ceive by your simpering, none of you hate them,) play needs no epilogue: Yet to good wine they that between you and the women, the play may do use good bushes; and good plays prove the please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as better by the help of good epilogues. What a many of you as had beards that pleased me, case am I in then, that am neither a good epi- complexions that liked me, and breaths that I logue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the be- defied not : and, I am sure, as many as have half of a good play? I am not furnished like good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me: will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'sy, my way is, to conjure you; and I'll begin with bid me farewell.

[Erennt. the women.

I charge you, O women, for the



Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram. Duke of Florence.

Helena, a gentlewoman protected by the countess. BERTRAM, count of Rousillon.

An old Widow of Florence. Lapeu, an old lord.

Diana, daughter to the widow. PAROLLES, a follower of Bertrum.

VIOLENTA, neighbours and friends to the Several young French lords, that serve with Ber- MARIANA, widow.

tram in the Florentine war.
Servants to the countess of Rousillon. Lords, attending on the King ; Officers, Sol-

diers, fc. French and Florentine.


A Page,

SCENE, - partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.


SCENE I.— Rousillon. A room in the Coun- dam ; under whose practices he hath persecuted tess's palace.

time with hope ; and finds no other advantage Enter BERTRAM, the Countess of Rousillon, time.

in the process but only the losing of hope by Helena, and Lareu, in mourning:

Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury (0, that had ! 'how sad a passage 'tis !) whose a second husband.

skill was almost as great as his honesty'; had it Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my stretched so far, would have made nature imfather's death anew: but I must attend his ma- mortal, and death should have play for lack of jesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, work. Would, for the king's sake, he were evermore in subjection.

living! I think, it would be the death of the Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, king's disease. madam; you, sir, a father : He, that so gene- Laf. How called you the man you speak of, rally is at all times good, must of necessity hold madam ? his virtue to you ; whose worthiness would stir Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where and it was his great right to be so : Gerard de there is such abundance.

Narbon. Count. What hope is there of his majesty's Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam ; the amendment.

king very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, ma- 1 mourningly: he was skilful enough to have



we see

lived still, if knowledge could be set up against And these great tears grace his remembrance mortality

Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lan- Than those I shed for him. What was he like? guishes of?

I have forgot him : my imagination Laf. A fistula, my lord.

Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's. Ber. I heard not of it before.

I am undone ; there is no living, none, Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was If Bertram be away. It were all one, this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de That I should love a bright particular star, Narbon ?

And think to wed it, he is so above me: Count. His sole child, my lord ; and bequeath- In his bright radiance and collateral light ed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. her good, that her education promises : her dis- The ambition in my love thus plagues itself: positions she inherits, which make fair gifts The hind, that would be mated by the lion, fairer ; for where an unclean mind carries vir- Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though tuous qualities, there commendations go with plague, pity, they are virtues and traitors too ; in her, To see him every hour; to sit and draw they are the better for their simpleness; she His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness. In our heart's table; heart, too capable

Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : her tears.

But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of

Enter PAROLLES. her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. One that goes with him : I love him for his No more of this, Helena, go to, no more ; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to And yet I know him a notorious liar, have.

Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, it too.

That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the Look bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. the excess makes it soon mortal.

Par. Save you, fair queen. Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. Hel. And you, monarch. Laf. How understand we that?

Par. No. Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed Hel. And no. thy father

Par. Are you meditating on virginity ? In manners, as in shape ! thy blood, and virtue, Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in Contend for empire in thee ; and thy goodness you ; let me ask you a question : Man is enemy Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, to virginity; how may we barricado it against Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy him ? Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend Par. Keep him out. Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence, Hel. But he assails ; and our virginity, though But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more valiant in the defence, yet is weak : unfold to will,

us some warlike resistance. That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck Par. There is none; man, sitting down bedown,


will undermine you, and blow you up. Fall on thy head! Farewell.—My lord,

Hel. Bless our poor virginity from undermi'Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord, ners, and blowers up !- Is there no military Advise him.

policy, how virgins might blow up men ? Laf. He cannot want the best,

Par. Virginity being blown down, man will That shall attend his love.

quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him Count. Heaven bless him!-Farewell, Bertram. down again with the breach yourselves made,

[Frit Countess. you lose your city. It is not politic in the Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. your thoughts, [To Helena] be servants to you! | Loss of virginity is rational increase ; and there Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, was never virgin got, till virginity was first lost. and make much of her.

That, you were made of, is metál to make virLaf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold gins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten the credit of your father.

times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost : [Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu. | 'tis too cold a companion, away with it. Hel. O, were that all !—I think not on my Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefather :

fore I die a virgin.

Par. There's little can be said in't ; 'tis Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under against the rule of nature. To speak on the a charitable star. part of virginity, is to accuse your mothers; Par. Under Mars, I. which is most infallible disobedience. He, that Hel. I especially think, under Mars. hangs himself, is a virgin ; virginity murders Par. Why under Mars ? itself; and should be buried in highways, out Hel. T'he wars have so kept you under, that of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress you must needs be born under Mars. against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much Par. When he was predominant. like a cheese; consumes itself to the very pa- Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. ring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Par. Why think you so ? Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made Hel. Yougoso much backward, when you fight. of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in Par. That's for advantage. the canon.

Keep it not; you cannot choose Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes but lose by't: Out with’t: within ten years it the safety: But the composition, that your vawill make itself ten, which is a goodly increase ; lour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good and the principal itself not much the worse : wing, and I like the wear well. Away with't.

Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot anHel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her swer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; own liking ?

in the which, my instruction shall serve to naPar. Let me see : Marry, ill, to like him, turalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courthat ne'er it likes. 'T'is a commodity will lose tier's counsel, and understand what advice shall the gloss with lying ; the longer kept, the less thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unworth : off with't, while 'tis vendible: answer thankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee the time of request. Virginity, like an old away: furewell. When thou hast leisure, say courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly thy prayers ; when thou hast none, remember suited, but unsuitable : just like the brooch and thy friends : get thee a good husband, and use tooth-pick, which wear not now : Your date is him as he uses thee: so farewell. [Erit. better in your pie and your porridge, than in Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, your cheek: And your virginity, your old vir- Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky ginity, is like one of our French withered pears; Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a withered Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. pear; it was formerly better ; marry, yet, 'tis a What power is it, which mounts my love so high; withered

pear :

: Will you any thing with it? That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye? Hel. Not my virginity yet.

The mightiest space in fortune nature brings There shall your master have a thousand loves, To join like likes, and kiss like native things. A mother, and a mistress, and a friend, Impossible be strange attempts, to those A phænix, captain, and an enemy,

That weigh their pains in sense; and do suppose, A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,

What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear ;

To show her merit, that did miss her love ? His humble ambition, proud humility, The king's disease-my project may deceive me, His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world

[Erit. Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms, That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he SCENE II.-Paris. A room in the King's I know not what he shall :-God send him

palace. well! The court's a learning-place ;—and he is one

Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, Par. What one, i'faith?

with letters ; Lords and others attending. Hel. That I wish well.—'Tis pity

King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the Par. What's pity?

ears ; Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, Have fought with equal fortune, and continue Which might be felt: that we, the poorer born, A braving war, Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, i Lord. So 'tis reported, sir. Might with effects of them follow our friends, King. Nay, 'tis most credible ; we here reAnd show what we alone must think; which

ceive it

A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, Returns us thanks.

With caution, that the Florentine will move us

For speedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend Enter a Page.

Prejudicates the business, and would seem Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. To have us make denial.

[Erit Page. 1 Lord. His love and wisdom, Par. Little Helen, farewell : if I can remein- Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead ber thee, I will think of thee at court.

For amplest credence. VOL. I.



King. He hath arm’d our answer,

Expire before their fashions :-This he wish’d: And Florence is denied before he comes : I, after him, do after him wish too, Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, The Tuscan service, freely they have leave I quickly were dissolved from my hive, To stand on either part.

To give some labourers room. 2 Lord. It may well serve

2 Lord. You are loved, sir ; A nursery to our gentry, who are sick

They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. For breathing and exploit.

King. I fill a place, I know't.—How long is't, King. What's he comes here?


Since the physician at your father's died? Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES.

He was much fam’d.
Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, Ber. Some six months since, my lord.
Young Bertram.

King. If he were living, I would try him
King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; yet ;-
Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Lend me an arm ;—the rest have worn me out
Hath well compos’d thee. Thy father's moral With several applications :-nature and sickness

Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. My son's no dearer.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. Ber. Thank your majesty. (Exeunt. Flourish. King. I would I had that corporal soundness

now, As when thy father, and myself, in friendship

SCENE III.-Rousillon. A room in the CourtFirst tried our soldiership! He did look far

tess's palace. Into the service of the time, and was

Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown. Discipled of the bravest : he lasted long ; But on us both did haggish age steal on,

Count. I will now hear : what say you of this And wore. us out of act. It much repairs me gentlewoman? To talk of your good father : In his youth Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even He had the wit, which I can well observe your content, I wish might be found in the caTo-day in our young lords; but they may jest, lendar of my past endeavours; for then we Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, wound our modesty, and make foul the clear. Ere they can hide their levity in honour. ness of our deservings, when of ourselves we So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness publish them. Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were, Count. What does this knave here? Get you His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, gone, sirrah : The complaints I have heard of Clock to itself, knew the true minute, when you, I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness, Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, that I do not : for, I know, you lack not the His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below folly to commit them, and have ability enough him,

to make such knaveries yours. He us'd as creatures of another place;

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Making them proud of his humility,

Count. Well, sir. In their poor praise he humbled : Such a man Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am Might be a copy to these younger times ; poor, though many of the rich are damn'd: But Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them if I may have your ladyship's good-will to go to now

the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we But goers backward.

may. Ber. His good reinembrance, sir,

Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; Clo. I do beg your good-will in this case. So in approof lives not his epitaph,

Count. In what case ? As in your royal speech.

Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service King. 'Would I were with him! He would is no heritage : and, i think, I shall never have always say,

the blessing of God, till I have issue of my (Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words body; for, they say, bearns are blessings. He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, Count. Tell methy reason why thou will marry; To grow there, and to bear,)-Let me not live, Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I Thus his good melancholy oft began,

am driven on by the flesh; and he inust needs On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, go, that the devil drives. When it was out,-let me not live, quoth he, Count. Is this all your worship’s reason ? After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff

Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses such as they are. AN but new things disdain ; whose judgments are Count. Niay the world know them? Mere futhers of their gorments; whose constancies Clo. I have been, madan, a wicked creature,

a poor fellow.

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