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When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, loved a great fire; and the master I speak of, And be as sweet as sharp. We must away ; ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the Our waggon is prepard, and time revives us : prince of the world, let his nobility remain in All's well that ends well: still the fine's the his court. I am for the house with the narrow crown;

gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. enter : some, that humble themselves, may;

[Exeunt. but the many will be too chill and tender; and

they'll be for the flowery way, that leads to the SCENE V.-Rousillon. A room in the Countess's broad gate, and the great fire. palace.

Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of

thee; and I tell thee so before, because I Enter Countess, LAFEU, and Clown. would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a let my horses be well looked to, without any snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villainous saf- | tricks. fron would have made all the unbaked and Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they doughty youth of a nation in his colour : your shall be jades tricks; which are their own right daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; by the law of nature.

[Exit. and your son here at home, more advanced by Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy. the king, than by that red-tailed humble-bee I Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made speak of.

himself much sport out of him; by his authoCount. I would, I had not known him! it rity he remains here, which he thinks is a pawas the death of the most virtuous gentle- tent for his sauciness; ard, indeed, he has no woman, that ever nature had praise for crea- pace, but runs where he w.l. ting: if she had partaken of my flesh, and cost Laf. I like him well ; 'tis not amiss : and I me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not was about to tell you, since I heard of the good have owed her a more rooted love.

lady's death, and that my lord your son was upLaf. "Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: on his return home, I moved the king, my maswe may pick a thousand salads, ere we light on ter, to speak in the behalf of my daughter ; such another herb.

which, in the minority of them both his maClo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram jesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did of the salad, or, rather the herb of grace. first propose : his highness hath promised :ne to

Laf. They are not salad-herbs, you knave, do it; and, to stop up the displeasure he hath they are nose-herbs.

conceived against your son, there is no fitter Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I matter. How does your ladyship like it? have not much skill in grass.

Count. With very much content, my lord, Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself; a and I wish it happily effected. knave, or a fool ?

Laf. His highness comes post from Marsei! Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a les, of as able body as when he numbered knave at a man's.

thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deLaf. Your distinction?

ceived' by him that in such intelligence hath Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and seldom failed. do his service.

Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall Laf. So you were a knave at his service, in- see him ere I die. I have letters, that my son deed.

will be here to-night: I shall beseech your Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, lordship, to remain with me till they meet tosir, to do her service.

gether. Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both Laf. Madam, I was ihinking, with what man. knave and fool.

ners I might safely be admitted, Clo. At your service.

Count. You need but, plead your honourable Laf. No, no, no.

privilege. Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you,

I Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold char. serve as great a prince as you are.

ter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet. Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman ? ció. 'Faith, sir, he has an English name ;

Re-enter Clown. but his phisnomy is more hotter in France, Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son than there.

with a patch of velvet on's face: whether there Laf. What prince is that?

be a scar under it, or no, the velvet knows; Clo. The black prince, sir ; alias, the prince but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet: his left cheek of darkness ; alias, the devil.

is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse: I give cheek is worn bare. thee not this to suggest thee from thy master Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a chou talk'st of; serve him still.

good livery of honour; so, belike, that. Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always Clo. But it is your carbonadocd face.,


Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you; I licate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, long to talk with the young noble soldier. which bow the head, and nod at every man. Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with de



SCENE I.-Marseilles. A street. Whate'er falls more.--Wemust to horse again;

Go, go, provide.

[Exeunt. Enter HELENA, Widow, and Diana, with two Attendants.

SCENE II.— Rousillon. The inner court of the But this exceeding posting, day and

Countess's palace. night, Must wear your spirits low: we cannot help it;

Enter Clown and PAROLLES. But, since you have made the days and nights Pur. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord as one,

Lafeu this letter : I have ere now, sir, been betTo wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, ter known to you, when I have held familiarity Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,

with fresher clothes ; but I am now, sir, mud. As nothing can unroot you. In happy time ;- died in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat

strong of her strong displeasure. Enter a gentle Astringer.

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but slutThis man may help me to his majesty's ear, tish, if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I If he would spend his power.-God save you, sir. will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's butterGent. And you.

ing. Pr’ythee, allow the wind. Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, si; France.

I spake but by a metaphor. Gent. I have been sometimes there.

Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen will stop my nose; or against any man's meta. From the report, that goes upon your goodness ; phor. Pr’ythee, get thee further. And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. Which lay nice manners by, I put you to Clo. Foh, pr’ythee, stand away: A paper from The use of your own virtues, for the which fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, I shall continue thankful.

here he comes himself.Gent. What's your will? Hel. That it will please you

Enter Lafec. To give this poor petition to the king ; Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's And aid me with that store of power you have, cat, (but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into To come into his presence.

the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as Gent. The king's not here.

he says, is muddied withal : ?ray you, sir, use Hel. Not here, sir?


carp as you nay; for he looks like a poor, Gent. Not, indeed :

decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. ! He hence remov'd last night, and with more do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and haste

leave him to your lordship. Than is his use.

Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune bath Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !

cruelly sciatched. Hel. All's well that ends well, yet;

Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis Though time seem so advérse, and means un- too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you fit.

played the knave with fortune, that she should I do beseech you, whither has he gone? scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and

Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; would not have knaves thrive long under her? Whither I am going.

There's a quart d'ecu for you: Let the justices Hel. I do beseech you, sir,

make you and fortune friends ; I am for other Since you are like to see the king before me, business. Commend the paper to his gracious hand; Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one Which, I presume, shall render you no blame, single word. But rather make you thank your pains for it: Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you I will come after you, with what good speed shall ha't ; save your word. Our means will make us means.

Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Gent. This I'll do for you.

Laf. You beg more than one word then.Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well Çox my passion! give me your hand :- How thank'a,

does your drum?

[Erit Cloun. Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me.

Enter BBBTRAX. Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that Laf. He looks well on't. lost thee.

King. I am not a day of season, Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in For thou may'st see a sun shine and a hail some grace, for you did bring me out.

In me at once : But to the brightest beams Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, upon me at once both the office of God and the The time is fair again. devil ? one brings thee in grace, and the other Ber. My high-repented blames, brings thee out.[Trumpets sound. The king's Dear sovereign, pardon to me. coming, I know by his trumpets.—Sirrah, in- King. All is whole; quire further after me; I had talk of you last Not one word more of the consumed time. night: though you are a fool and a knave, you Let's take the instant by the forward top; shall eat; go to follow.

For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Par. I praise God for you. [Ereunt. The inaudible and noiseless foot of time

Steals, ere we can effect them: You remember SCENE III.-The same. A room in the Coun- The daughter of this lord ? tess's palace.

Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first

I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Flourish. Enter King, Countess, LaFEU, Lords, Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue: Gentlemen, Guards, &c.

Where the impression of mine eye infixing, King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, Was made much poorer by it: but your son, Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stoln ; Her estimation home.

Extended or contracted all proportions, Count. 'Tis past, my liege:

To a most hideous object: Thence it came, And I beseech your majesty to make it That she, whom all men prais’d, and whom myNatural rebellion, done i’the blaze of youth;

self, When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye O'erbears it, and burns on.

The dust that did offend it. King. My honour'd lady,

King. Well excus'd: I have forgiven and forgotten all;

That thou didst love her, strikes some scores Though my revenges were high bent upon him,

away And watch'd the time to shoot.

From the great compt: But love, that comes too Laf. This I must say,

late, But first I beg my pardon,-The young lord Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady, To the great sender turns a sour offence, Offence of mighty note; but to himself Crying, That's good, that's gone : our rash faults The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife, Make trivial price of serious things we have, Whose beauty did astonish the survey

Not knowing them, until we know their grave: Of richest

eyes ;
whose words all ears took cap- Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,

Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust : Whose dear perfection, hearts, that scorn'd to Our own love waking cries to see what's done, serve,

While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Humbly call'd mistress.

Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. King: Praising what is lost,

Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin: Makes the remembrance dear. -Well, call him The main consents are had ; and here we'll stay

To see our widower's second marriage-day. We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Count. Which better than the first, o dear All repetition :-Let him not ask our pardon ;

heaven, bless! The nature of his great offence is dead, Or, ere they meet, in me, 0 nature, cease ! And deeper than oblivion do we bury

Laf. Come on, my son, in whom house's The incensing relicks of it: let him approach, A stranger, no offender; and inform him, Must be digested, give a favour from you, So 'tis our will he should.

To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit Gentleman. That she may quickly come. By my old beard, King. What says he to your daughter ? have And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, you spoke?

Was a sweet creature; such a ring as this, Laf. All that he is hath reference to your The last that e'er I took her leave at court, highness.

I saw upon her finger. King. Then shall we have a match. I have Ber. Her's it was not. letters sent me,

King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine That set him high in fame.






saw it:

While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.

Enter a Gentleman.
This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,
I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood

King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Necessitied to help, that by this token

Gent. Gracious sovereign, I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know reave her

not ; Of what should stead her most?

Here's a petition from a Florentine, Ber. My gracious sovereign,

Who hath, for four or five removes, come short Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,

To tender it herself. I undertook it, The ring was never her's.

Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Count. Son, on my life,

Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know, I have seen her wear it ; and she reckoned it Is here attending : her business looks in her At her life's rate.

With an importing visage ; and she told me, Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it.

In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never

Your higliness with herself. In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush

King. [Reads ] Upon his many protestations Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name

to Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought lon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me,

say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousil

and I stood engag'd: but when I had subscrib'd

my honour's paid to him. He stole from FloTo mine own fortune, and inform’d her fully, I could not answer in that course of honour

rence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,

country for justice : (irant it me, O King ; in

you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the ring again.

and a poor maid is undone. DIANA CAPULET. King. Plutus himself,

Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, and toll him: for this, I'll none of him. Hath not in nature's mystery more science, King. The heavens have thought well on Than I have in this ring : 'twas mine, 'twas thee, Lafeu, Helen's,

To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these it you know

suitors :That you are well acquainted with yourself, Go speedily, and bring again the count.Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforce- [Exeunt Gentleman and some Attendarts. -ment

I am afear’d, the life of Helen, lady,
You got it from her : she call’d the saints to Was foully snatch'd.

Count. Now, justice on the doers !
That she would never put it from her finger,
Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,

Enter BERTRAM, guarded. (Where you have never come,) or sent it us King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters Upon her great disaster.

to you, Ber. She never saw it.

And that you fly them as you swear them londKing. Thou speak’st it falsely, as I love mine

ship, honour;

Yet you desire to marry.—What woman's that? And mak’st conjectural fears to come into me, Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and Diana. That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove so;- Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, And yet I know not:-thou didst hate her deadly, Derived from the ancient Capulet ; And she is dead; which nothing, but to close My suit, as I do understand, you know, Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, And therefore know how far I may be pitied. More than to see this ring.–Take him away,- Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and [Guards seize Bertram.

honour My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Both suffer under this complaint we bring, Shall tax my fears of little vanity,

And both shall cease, without your remedy. Having vainly fear'd too little.-Away with King. Come hither, count; Do you know

these women? We'll sift this matter further.

Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny Ber. If you shall prove

But that I know them: do they charge me furThis ring was ever hers, you shall as easy

ther? Prove, that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your Where yet she never was.

[Erit Bertram guarded. Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.

Whoever gave

you: Then, if

him ;

charge you,


Dia. If you shall marry,

At market-price have bought.
You give away this hand, and that is mine ; Dia. I must be patient ;
You give away heaven's vows, and those are You that turn'd off a first so noble wife,

May justly diet me. I pray you yet,
You give away myself, which is known mine; (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,)
For I by vow am so embodied yours,

Send for your ring, I will return it home,
That she, which marries you, must marry me, And give me mine again.
Either both, or none.

Ber. I have it not. Laf. Your reputation [To Bertram] comes King. What ring was yours, I pray you ? too short for my daughter, you are no husband Dia. Sir, much like for her.

The same upon your finger. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate King. Know you this ring? this ring was his creature,

of late. Whom sometime I have laugh'd with : let your Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. highness

King. The story then goes false, you threw Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, it him Than for to think that I would sink it here. Out of a casement. King: Sir, for my thoughts, you have them Dia. I have spoke the truth.

ill to friend, Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your

Enter PAROLLES. honour,

Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers. Than in my thought it lies !

King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather Dia. Good my lord,

starts you. Ask him, upon his oath, if he does think Is this the man you speak of? He had not my virginity.

Dia. Ay, my lord. King. What say'st thou to her?

King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I Ber. She's impudent, my lord ; And was a common gamester to the camp. Not fearing the displeasure of your master, Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,) So,

By him, and by this woman here, what know He might have bought me at a common price: Do not believe him : 0, behold this ring,

Par. So please your majesty, my master hath Whose high respect, and rich validity,

been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath Did lack a parallel ; yet, for all that,

had in him, which gentlemen have. He gave it to a commoner o’the camp,

King. Come, come, to the purpose : Did he If I be one.

love this woman? Count. He blushes, and 'tis it:

Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her : But how? Of six preceding ancestors, that gem

King. How, I pray you ? Conferi'd by testament to the sequent issue, Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife; loves a woman. That ring's a thousand proofs.

King. How is that ? King. Methought, you said,

Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. You saw one here in court could witness it. King. As thou art a knave and no knave :

Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce What an equivocal companion is this?
So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles. Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's

Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. command.
King. Find him, and bring him hither. Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a
Ber. What of him?

naughty orator. He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,

Dia. Do you know, he promised me marWith all the spots o'the world tax'd and debosh'd; riage ? Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth: Par. ”Faith, I know more than I'll speak. Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, King. But wilt thou not speak all thou That will speak any thing ?

know'st ? King. She hath that ring of yours.

Par. Yes, so please your majesty ; I did go Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I lik’d her, between them, as I said ; but more than that, And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth: he loved her,-for, indeed, he was mad for her, She knew her distance, and did angle for me, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, Aladding my eagerness with her restraint, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit As all impediments in fancy's course

with them at that time, that I knew of their goAre motives of more fancy; and, in fine, ing to bed; and of other motions, as promising Her insuit coming with her modern grace, her marriage, and things that would derive me Subdued me to her rate : she got the ring ; ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak And I had that, which any inferior might what I know.

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