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your friends.

serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsmen, off with his head.

Par. O Lord, sir; let me live, or let me see my death! 1 Sold. That shall you, and take your leave of all

[Unmuffling him. So, look about you; Know you any here?

Ber. Good morrow, noble captain.
2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles.
1 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 the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rousillon ? an I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you


[Exeunt BERTRAM, Lords, &c. i Sold. You are undone, captain : all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet.

Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot ?

1 Sold. If you could find out' a country where but women were that had received so much shame, you 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 burst 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 Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! There's place, and means,


every man alive. I'll after them.


you there.


Florence. A Room in the Widow's House.

peep forth,

Enter HELENA, Widow, and Diana.
Hel. That you may well perceive I have not

wrong'd you,
One of the greatest in the Christian world
Shall be my surety ; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel :
Time was, I did him a desired office,
Dear almost as his life; which gratitude
Through flinty Tartar's bosom would
And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd,
His grace is at Marseilles ; to which place
We have convenient convoy. You must know,
I am supposed dead : the army breaking,
My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good lord the king,
We'll be, before our welcome.

Gentle madam,
You never had a servant, to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.

Nor you, mistress,
Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompense your love; doubt not, but heaven
Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower,
As it hath fated her to be my motive
And helper to a husband. But O strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
When saucy' trusting of the cozen'd thoughts

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my motive -] Motive for assistant, or rather for mover. 9 When saucy -] Saucy may very properly signify luxurious, and by consequence lascivious.

Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play
With what it loaths, for that which is away:
But more of this hereafter :

-You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.

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; Our waggon is prepard, and time revives us :3 All's well that ends well :4 still the fine's the crown;" Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.



Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.

Enter Countess, LAFEU, and Clown. Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villainous saffron would have made all the unbaked and doughy youth


death and honesty -] i. e. an honest death.

your impositions,] i. e. your commands. 3 Our waggon is prepard, and time revives us : ] Time revives us, seems to refer to the happy and speedy termination of their embarrassments. She had just before said:

“ With the word, the time will bring on summer.” * All's well that ends well :) All's well that ends well, is one of Camden's proverbial sentences.

still the fine's the crown ;) i. e. the end, finis coronat.

whose villainous saffron—] Here some particularities of fashionable dress are ridiculed. Snipt-taffata needs no explanation; but villainous saffron alludes to a fantastic fashion, then much followed, of using yellow starch for their bands and ruffs.


of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and your son here at home, more advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed 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 flesh, 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 salads, ere we light on such another herb.

Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the salad, or, rather the herb of grace.

Laf. They are not salad-herbs, you knave, they are nose-herbs.

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I have not much skill in grass.

Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself; 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.

Clo. 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.
Laf. No, no, no.

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 there.

Laf. What prince is that?

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 suggest? thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still.

Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of, ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world, let his nobility remain in his court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some, that humble themselves, may ; but the many will be too chill and tender; and they'll be for the flowery way, that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire.

Laf. Go thy ways. I begin to be a-weary of thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee.

Go thy ways; let my horses be well looked to, without any tricks.

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.

Erit. Laf. A shrewd 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 sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.

Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss : and I was


to suggest -] i. e. seduce. 8 I am a woodland fellow, sir, &c.] Shakspeare is but rarely guilty of such impious trash. And it is observable, that then he always puts that into the mouth of his fools, which is now grown the characteristic of the fine gentleman. WARBURTON. 9

unhappy.) i. e. mischievously waggish, unlucky.

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