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In me to lose. Thus, your own proper wisdom

Fr. Gent. In the mean time, what hear you of these Brings in the champion, honour, on my part

wars? Against your vain assault.

Fr. Env. I hear there is an overture of peace. Ber.

Here, take my ring : Fr. Gent. Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded. My house, mine honour, yea, my life be thine,

Fr. Env. What will count Rousillon do then ? will And I'll be bid by thee.

he travel higher, or return again into France? Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my

chamber Fr. Gent. I perceive by this demand you are not window:

altogether of his council. I'll order take my mother shall not hear.

Fr. Env. Let it be forbid, sir; so should I be a great Now will I charge you in the band of truth,

deal of his act. When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,

Fr. Gent. Sir, his wife some two months since fled Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me.

from his house : her pretence is a pilgrimage to saint My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them, Jaques le Grand, which holy undertaking with most When back again this ring shall be deliver'd : anstere sanctimony she accomplished; and, there reAnd on your finger, in the night, I'll put

siding, the tenderness of her nature became as a prey Another ring; that what in time proceeds

to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, May token to the future our past deeds.

and now she sings in heaven. Adieu, till then; then, fail not.

You have won

Fr. Env. How is this justified ? A wife of me, though there my hope be none.

Fr. Gent. The stranger part of it by her own letters, Ber. A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee. which make her story true, even to the point of her

(Exit. death: her death itself, which could not be her office Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven to say, is come, and faithfully confirmed by the rector and me!

of the place. You may so in the end,

Fr. Env. Hath the count all this intelligence ? My mother told me just how he would woo,

Fr. Gent. Ay, and the particular confirmations, point
As if she sat in's heart: she says, all men

from point, to the full arming of the verity.
Have the like oaths. He had sworn to marry me, Fr. Env. I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this.
When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him, Fr. Gent. How mightily, sometimes, we make us
When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid, comforts of our losses.
Marry that will, I live and die a maid:

Fr. Env. And how mightily, some other times, we
Only, in this disguise, I think't no sin

drown our gain in tears. The great dignity, that his To cozen him, that would unjustly win. [Exit. valour hath here acquired for him, shall at home be SCENE III.-The Florentine Camp.

encountered with a shame as ample.

Fr. Gent. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, Enter the two Frenchmen, and two or three Soldiers.

good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if Fr. Gent. You have not given him his mother's letter. our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would

Fr. Env. I have delivered it an hour since: there is despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues, something in't that stings his nature, for on the read

Enter a Servant. ing it he changed almost into another man.

How now? where's your master? Fr. Gent. He has much worthy blame laid upon him, Serv. He met the duke in the street, sir, of whom for shaking off so good a wife, and so sweet a lady. he hath taken a solemn leave: his lordship will next

Fr. Env. Especially he hath incurred the everlasting morning for France. The duke hath offered him letters displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his bounty of commendations to the king. to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but Fr. Env. They shall be no more than needful there, you shall let it dwell darkly within you.

if they were more than they can commend. Fr. Gent. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and

Enter BERTRAM. I am the grave of it.

Fr. Gent. They cannot be too sweet for the king's Fr. Env. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman, tartness. Here's his lordship now. How now, my here in Florence, of a most chaste renown, and this lord ! is't not after midnight? night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he Ber. I have to-night despatched sixteen businesses, hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks him- a month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success: I se’f made in the unchaste coniposition.

have congé'd with the duke, done my adieu with his Fr. Gent. Now, God delay our rebellion: as we are nearest, buried a wife, mourned for her, writ to my ourselves, what things are we!

lady mother I am returning, entertained my convoy; Fr. Env. Merely our own traitors: and as in the and between these main parcels of despatch effected common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal many nicer needs: the last was the greatest, but that themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends, so he I have not ended yet. that in this action contrives against his own nobility, Fr. Env. If the business be of any difficulty, and in his proper stream o'erflows himself.

this morning your departure hence, it requires haste of Fr. Gent. Is it not most damnable in us, to be trum- your lordship. peters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then Ber. I mean the business is not ended, as fearing to have his company to-night.

hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this dialogue Fr. Env. Not till after midnight, for he is dieted to between the fool and the soldier?. Come, bring forth his hour,

this counterfeit medal: he has deceived me, like a Fr. Gent. That approaches apace: I would gladly double-meaning prophesier, have him see his companion anatomized, that he might Fr. Env. Bring him forth. [Exeunt Soldiers.] He take a measure of his own judgment, wherein so curi- has sat i' the stocks all night, poor gallant knave. ously he had set this counterfeit.

Ber. No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurpFr. Env. We will not meddle with him till he come, ing his spurs so long. How does he carry himself? for his presence must be the whip of the other.

Fr. Env. I have told your lordship already; the stocks


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carry him. But, to answer you as you would be un- what his valour, honesty, and expertness in wars; or
derstood, he weeps, like a wench that had shed her whether he thinks, it were not possible with well-
milk. He hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom weighing sums of gold to corrupt him to a revolt.”
he supposes to be a friar, from the time of his remem- What say you to this? what do you know of it?
brance, to this very instant disaster of his sitting i' the Par. I beseech you, let me answer to the particular
stocks, and what think you he hath confessed ? of the intergatories : demand them singly.
Ber. Nothing of me, has he?

1 Sold. Do you know this captain Dumaine?
Fr. Env. His confession is taken, and it shall be Par. I know him: he was a botcher's 'prentice in
read to his face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe Paris, from whence he was whipped for getting the
you are, you must have the patience to hear it. sheriff's fool with child; a dumb innocent, that could
Re-enter Soldiers, with ParolLES.

not say him, nay. [Dumaine lifts up his hand in anger. Ber. A plague upon him! muffled ? he can say no- Ber. Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though, thing of me: hush! hush!

I know, his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls. Fr. Gent. Hoodman comes !--Portotartarossa. 1 Sold. Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's

1 Sold. He calls for the tortures : what will you say camp? without 'em ?

Par. Upon my knowledge he is, and lousy. Par. I will confess what I know without constraint: Fr. Gent. Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear if ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more. of your lordship anon. 1 Sold. Bosko chimurko.

1 Sold. What is his reputation with the duke? Fr. Gent. Boblibindo chicurmurco.

Par. The duke knows him for no other but a poor 1 Sold. You are a merciful general.—Our general officer of mine, and writ to me this other day to turn bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note. him out o' the band : I think, I have his letter in my Par. And truly, as I hope to live.

1 Sold. “ First, demand of him how many horse the 1 Sold. Marry, we'll search.
duke is strong." What say you to that?

Par. In good sadness, I do not know: either it is
Par. Five or six thousand; but very weak and un- there, or it is upon a file, with the duke's other letters,
serviceable: the troops are all scattered, and the com- in my tent.
manders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and 1 Sold. Here 'tis; here's a paper: shall I read it to
credit, and as I hope to live.

you? 1 Sold. Shall I set down your answer so?

Par. I do not know if it be it, or no. Par. Do: I'll take my sacrament on't, how and which Ber. Our interpreter does it well. way you will.

Fr. Gent. Excellently. i Sold. All's one to him.

1 Sold. [Reads.] “Dian, the count's a fool, and full Ber. What a past-saving slave is this!

Fr. Gent. Y' are deceived, my lord : this is mon- Par. That is not the duke's letter, sir: that is an sieur Parolles, the gallant militarist, (that was his own advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, phrase) that had the whole theorick of war in the knot of to take heed of the allurement of one count Rousillon, his scarf, and the practice in the chape of his dagger. a foolish idle boy, but, for all that, very ruttish. I

Fr. Env. I will never trust a man again for keeping pray you, sir, put it up again. his sword clean; nor believe he can have every thing 1 Sold. Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour. in him by wearing his apparel neatly.

Par. My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest 1 Sold. Well, that's set down.

in the behalf of the maid; for I knew the young Par. Five or six thousand horse, I said,—I will say count to be a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a true, ,—or thereabouts, set down,- for I'll speak truth. whale to virginity, and devours up all the fry it finds. Fr. Gent. He's very near the truth in this.

Ber. Damnable, both-sides rogue ! Ber. But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he 1 Sold. [Reads.] “ When he swears oaths, bid him delivers it.

drop gold, and take it; Par. Poor rogues, I pray you, say.

After he scores, he never pays the score: 1 Sold. Well, that's set down.

Half won is match well made; match, and well make it: Par. I humbly thank you, sir. A truth's a truth : He ne'er pays after debts; take it before, the rogues are marvellous poor.

And say, a soldier, Dian, told thee this. 1 Sold. "

Demand of him, of what strength they Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss : are a-foot.” What say you to that?

For count of this, the count's a fool, I know it, Par. By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present who pays before, but not where he does owe it. hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio a hundred “ Thine, as he vow'd to thee in thine ear, and fifty, Sebastian so many, Corambus so many, Jaques

“ PAROLLES." so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, two Ber. He shall be whipped through the


with hundred fifty each; mine own company, Chitopher, this rhyme in's forehead. Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred fifty each: so that the Fr. Env. This is your devoted friend, sir; the manimuster-file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts fold linguist, and the armipotent soldier. not to fifteen thousand poll; half of the which dare Ber. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and not shake the snow from off their cassocks, lest they now he's a cat to me. shake themselves to pieces.

1 Sold. I perceive, sir, by our general's looks, we Ber. What shall be done to him?

shall be fain to hang you. Fr. Gent. Nothing, but let him have thanks.- Par. My life, sir, in any case! not that I am afraid Demand of him my condition, and what credit I have to die; but that, my offences being many, I would with the duke.

repent out the remainder of nature. Let me live, sir, I Sold. Well, that's set down. “You shall demand in a dungeon, i the stocks, or any where, so

I may

live. of him, whether one captain Dumaine be i' the camp, a 1 Sold. We'll see what may be done, so you confess Frenchman : what his reputation is with the duke, freely: therefore, once more to this captain Dumaine.


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You have answered to his reputation with the duke, Fr. Gent. Good captain, will you give me a copy of and to his valour: what is his honesty ?

the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Par. He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister: for Rousillon? an I were not a very coward, I'd compel it rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus. He pro- of you; but fare you well. fesses not keeping of oaths; in breaking them he is

[Exeunt BERTRAM, Frenchmen, &c. stronger than Hercules. He will lie, sir, with such 1 Sold. You are undone, captain; all but your scarf, volubility, that you would think truth were a fool. that has a knot on't yet. Drunkenness is his best virtue ; for he will be swine- Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot ? drunk, and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his 1 Sold. If you could find out a country where but i bed-clothes about him; but they know his conditions, women were, that had received so much shame, you and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say, might begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, sir; sir, of his honesty: he has every thing that an honest I am for France too: we shall speak of you there. man should not have; what an honest man should

[Exit. have, he has nothing.

Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, Fr. Gent. I begin to love him for this.

"Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more; Ber. For this description of thine honesty ? A pox But I will eat, and drink, and sleep as soft upon him! for me he is more and more a cat. As captain shall: simply the thing I am

1 Sold. What say you to his expertness in war? Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart,

Par. Faith, sir, he has led the drum before the Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, English tragedians,--to belie him, I will not-and That every braggart shall be found an ass. more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that Rust, sword ! cool, blushes! and Parolles, live country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! there called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of There's place and means for every man alive. files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of I'll after them.

[Exit. this I am not certain.

SCENE IV.-Florence. A Room in the Widow's Fr. Gent. He hath out-villained villany so far, that

House. the rarity redeems him. Ber. A pox on him! he's a cat still.

Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana. 1 Sold. His qualities being at this poor price, I need Hel. That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd not ask you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt.

you, Par. Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple One of the greatest in the Christian world of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful, entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel. for it perpetually.

Time was I did him a desired office, 1 Sold. What's his brother, the othercaptain Dumaine? Dear almost as his life; which gratitude Fr. Env. Why does he ask him of me?

Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth, 1 Sold, What's he?

And answer, thanks. I duly am inform'd, Par. E'en a crow o' the same nest; not altogether His grace is at Marseilles, to which place so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great we have convenient convoy. You must know, deal in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet I am supposed dead: the army breaking, his brother is reputed one of the best that is. In a My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, retreat he out-runs any lackey; marry, in coming on And by the leave of my good lord the king, he has the cramp.

We'll be before our welcome. 1 Sold. If your life be saved, will you undertake to Wid.

Gentle madam, betray the Florentine?

You never had a servant, to whose trust Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, count Rou- Your business was more welcome. sillon.


Nor you, mistress, 1 Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour his pleasure.

To recompense your love: doubt not, but heaven Par. [Aside.] I'll no more drumming; a plague of Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower, all drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to As it hath fated her to be my motive, beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy And helper to a husband. But 0, strange men! the count, have I run into this danger. Yet who That can such sweet use make of what they hate, would have suspected an ambush, where I was taken? When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts

1 Sold. There is no remedy, sir, but you must die. Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play The general says, you, that have so traitorously dis- With what it loathes, for that which is away. covered the secrets of your army, and made such pes- But more of this hereafter.--You, Diana, tiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the Under my poor instructions, yet must suffer world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Something in my behalf. Come, headsman; off with his head.


Let death and honesty Par. O Lord, sir; let me live, or let me see my Go with your impositions, I am yours death!

Upon your will to suffer. 1 Sold. That shall you; and take your leave of all Hel.

Yet, I pray you: (Unmuffling him. But with the world the time will bring on summer, So, look about you: know you any here?

When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, Ber. Good-morrow, noble captain.

And be as sweet as sharp. We must away; Fr. Env. God bless you, captain Parolles.

Our waggon is prepar'd, and time reviles us : Fr. Gent. God save you, noble captain.

" All's well that ends well:” still the fine's the crown; Fr. Env. Captain, what greeting will you to my Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. lord Lafeu? I am for France.


your friends.




SCENE V.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's 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, Enter Countess, Lareu, and Clown.

and the great fire. Laf. No, no, no; your son was misled with a snipt- Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of thee; taffata fellow there, whose villanous saffron would and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out have made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a with thee. Go thy ways: let my horses be well looked nation in his colour : your daughter-in-law had been to, without any tricks. alive at this hour, and your son here at home, more Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed humble- jades' tricks, which are their own right by the law of bee I speak of.

nature. Count. I would I had not known him. It was the Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy. death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that ever Count. So a' is. My lord, that's gone, made himself nature had praise for creating: if she had partaken of much sport out of him : by his authority he remains my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, here, which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; I could not have owed her a more rooted love. and, indeed, he has no place, but runs where he will.

Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was pick a thousand salads, ere we light on such another about to tell you, since I heard of the good lady's herb.

death, and that my lord, your son, was upon

his return Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the home; I moved the king, my master, to speak in the salad, or, rather the herb of grace.

behalf of my daughter; which, in the minority of them Laf. They are not pot-herbs, you knave; they are both, his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, nose-herbs.

did first propose. His highness hath promised me to do Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have it; and to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived not much skill in grass.

against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave, or your ladyship like it? a fool ?

Count. With very much content, my lord; and I Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave wish it happily effected. at a man's.

Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as Laf. Your distinction ?

able body as when he numbered thirty: a' will be bere Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelservice.

ligence hath seldom failed. Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed.

Count. It rejoices me that I hope I shall see him ere Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to I die. I have letters that my son will be here to-night: do her service.

I shall beseech your lordship, to remain with me till Laf. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave they meet together. and fool.

Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I Clo. At your service.

might safely be admitted. Laf. No, no, no.

Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, great a prince as you are.

I thank my God, it holds yet.
Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman?

Re-enter Clown.
Clo. Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his Clo. O, madam! yonder's my lord your son with a
phisnomy is more hotter in France, than there. patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar
Laf. What prince is that?

under it, or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly Clo. The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of dark- patch of velvet. His left cheek is a cheek of two pile ness; alias, the devil.

and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse. I give thee not Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good this to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of: livery of honour; so, belike, is that. serve him still.

Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face. Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to a great fire; and the master I speak of, ever keeps a talk with the young noble soldier. good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world; let Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine the nobility remain in's court. I am for the house hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for and nod at every man.


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Enter a Gentleman, a Stranger.
SCENE I.-Marseilles. A Street,

This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
Enter HELENA, Widow, and Diana, with two If he would spend his power. -God save you, sir.

Gent. And you.
Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and night, Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
Must wear your spirits low: we cannot help it;

Gent. I have been sometimes there.
But, since you have made the days and nights as one, Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,

From the report that goes upon your goodness;
Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,

And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions As nothing can unroot you. In happy time,

Which lay nice manners by, I put you to

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The use of your own virtues, for the which

Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall I shall continue thankful.

ha't; save your word. Gent.


will ?

Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
Hel. That it will please you

Laf. You beg more than one word, then.-Cox' my
To give this poor petition to the king,

passion! give me your hand.--How does your drum? And aid me with that store of power you have, Par. O, my good lord! you were the first that found me. To come into his presence.

[ Giving it to him. Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee. Gent. The king's not here.

Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some Hel.

Not here, sir?

grace, for did bring me out. Gent.

Not, indeed: Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste at once both the office of God and the devil ? one Than is his use.

brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. Wid.

Lord, how we lose our pains ! [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming; I know by his Hel. All's well that ends well yet,

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

you shall eat: go to, follow. Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;

Par. I praise God for you.

[Exeunt. Whither I am going.

SCENE III.- The Same. A Room in the COUNTEss's
I do beseech you, sir,

Since you are like to see the king before me,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand;

Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafev, Lords,

Gentlemen, Guards, fc.
Which, I presume, shall render you no blame,
But rather make you thank your pains for it.

King. We lost a jewel of her, and our esteem
I will come after you, with what good speed

Was made much poorer by it; but your son,
Our means will make us means.

As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know

This I'll do for you. Her estimation home.
Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Count.

"Tis past, my liege;
Whate'er falls more.—We must to horse again :- And I beseech your majesty to make it
Go, go, provide.

[Exeunt. Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth;

When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
SCENE II.-Rousillon. The inner Court of the O'erbears it, and burns on.
Countess's Palace.


My honour'd lady,
Enter Clown, and Parolles, ill-favoured.

I have forgiven and forgotten all,
Though my revenges were high bent

upon him,
Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu And watch'd the time to shoot.
this letter. I have ere now, sir, been better known to Laf.
you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; But first I beg my pardon,-the young
but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's mood, and Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure, Offence of mighty note, but to himself

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife,
smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth Whose beauty did astonish the survey
eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr’ythee, allow the Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;

Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir: I Humbly call'd mistress. spake but by a metaphor.


Praising what is lost
Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop Makes the remembrance dear.-Well, call him hither.
my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, We are reconcild, and the first view shall kill
get thee farther.

All repetition.—Let him not ask our pardon :
Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this


The nature of his great offence is dead,
Clo. Foh! pr’ythee, stand away: a paper from for- And deeper than oblivion we do bury
tune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
he comes himself.

A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
Enter Lapeu.

So 'tis our will he should.
Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, Gent. I shall, my liege. (Exit Gentleman.
(but not a musk-cat) that has fallen into the unclean King. What says he to your daughter? have you spoke?

of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. withal. Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may, for he King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally

sent me,
knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, That set him high in fame.
and leave him to your lordship. [Exit Clown.

Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath Laf.

He looks well on't.
cruelly scratched.

King. I am not a day of season,
Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too For thou may'st see a sunshine and a hail
late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played In me at once; but to the brightest beams
the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, Distracted clouds give way: so stand thou forth;
who of herself is a good lady, and would not have The time is fair again.
knaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu Ber.

My high repented blames,
for you. Let the justices make you and fortune friends; Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
I am for other business.


All is whole;
Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one single word. Not one word more of the consumed time.

This I must say,


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