SCENE IV.-Florence.-A Room in the 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 Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd. And by the leave of my good lord the king, Wid. Gentle madam, You never had a servant, to whose trust Hel. Nor you, mistress, [bour Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly la- When saucy+ trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Dia. Let death and honesty Go with your impositions,§ I am yours 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, 1 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. Lof. 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. Luf. 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; alius, 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 But with the word, the time will bring on sum-leads to the broad gate, and the great fire. When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns, And be as sweet as sharp. We must away; Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us: All's well that ends well: still the fine's the Hel. Yet, I pray you, crown; [mer, Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. TESS' Palace. Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and CLOWN. Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villanous saffron¶ would have made all the unbaked and doughy youth 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 gentlevoman, that ever nature had praise for creatng: if she had partaken of my flesh, and cost ne the dearest groans of a mother, I could not 2ave owed her a more rooted love. Luf. "Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: For mover. Lascivious. I. e. An honest death. There was a fashion of using yellow starch for bands and ruffles, to which Lafeu alludes 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 [Exit. right by the law of nature. Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy.‡ Count. So he is. My Lord, that's gone, made himself much sport out of him: by this 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 about to tell you, Since I heard of the good lady's death, and that my lord your son was upon his return home, I moved the king my master, to speak in the behalf of my daughter; which, in the minority of them both, his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did first propose: his highness hath promised me to do it: and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship like of as able body as when he numbered thirty; | I do beseech you, whither is he gone? Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet. Re-enter CLOWN. Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under it, or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour; so, belike, is that." Clo. But it is your carbonadoed* face. Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you; I long to talk with the young noble soldier. Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man. [Exeunt. 249 Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; Hel. I do beseech you, Sir, Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well SCENE II-Rousillon.-The inner Court of the COUNTESS' Palace. Enter CLOWN and PAROLLles. Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this letter: I have ere now, Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr'ythee, allow the wind. Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, Sir; I spake by a metaphor. Clo. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, get thee further. Pur. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper. from fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Clo. Foh, pr'ythee, stand away: A paper Look, here he comes himself. Enter LAFEU. Here is a pur of fortune's, Sir, or of fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into as he says, is muddied withal: Pray you, Sir, the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally comfort, and leave him to your lordship. knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of [Exit CLOWN. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for you: Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business. Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single word. Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't: save your word.* Pur. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word then.Cox' my passion! give me your hand :- How does your drum? Par. O my good lord, you were the first tha! found me. Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee. Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out. Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the * You need not ask:-here it | devil? one brings thee in grace, and the other [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter KING, COUNtess, Lafeu, King. We lost a jewel of her; and our es- Was made much poorer by it: but your son, Count. 'Tis past, my liege: And I beseech your majesty to make it King. My honour'd lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all; Steais ere we can effect them: You remember I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye King. Well excus'd: [away That thou didst love her, strikes some scores Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Oft our displeasures to ourselves unjust, Laf. This I must say, But first I beg my pardon,-The young lord King. Praising what is lost, him hither; Well, call We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit GENTLEMAN. Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me, That set him high in fame. Enter BERTRAM. Luf. He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season,|| For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail Ber. My high-repented blames,¶ [forth, Not one word more of the consumed time. *Reckoning or estimate. + Completely, in its full extent. So in As you like it :-to have "seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands." I. e. The first interview shall put an end to all recol lection of the past. I. e. Of uninterrupted rain. Faults repented of to the utmost. Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Send forth your amorous token for fair Maud- Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! name To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, Ber. Hers it was not. King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, This ring was mine; and, when I gave it He- [len, I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her Of what should stead her most? Ber. My gracious sovereign, Count. Son, on my life, At her life's rate. Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it. Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, honour; And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close We'll sift this matter further. Ber. If you shall prove This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet she never was. [Exit BERTRAM, guarded. Enter a GENTLEMAN. [not; King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Gent. Gracious sovereign, Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath, for four or five removes, come short To tender it herself. I undertook it, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know, Is here attending: her business looks in her With an importing visage; and she told me, In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern Your highness with herself. King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice: Grant it me, O king; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. DIANA CAPUlet. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him: for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, [suitors:To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these Go, speedily, and bring again the count. [Exeunt GENTLEMAN, and some Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd. Count. Now, justice on the doers! Enter BERTRAM, guarded. King. I wonder, Sir, since wives are monsters to you, honour Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease without your remedy. King. Come hither, count; Do you know these women? Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny But that I know them: Do they charge me further? Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your my lord. You give away this hand, and that is mine; You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; For by vow am so embodied yours, Laf. Your reputation [To BERTRAM.] comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, [highness Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, [honour, Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove you. Than in my thought it lies! Ask him upon his oath, if he does think King. What say'st thou to her? So, He might have bought me at a common price Of six preceding ancestors, that gem Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: King. Methought, you said, You saw one here in court could witness it. Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to pro duce So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles. Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. King. Find him, and bring him hither. Ber. What of him? He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, With all the spots o'the world tax'd and de bosh'd; Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth: * Decease, die. + Gamester when applied to a female, then meant a common woman. t Value. Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, King. She hath that ring of yours. Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik'd her, And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth: Dia. I must be patient; You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife, Ber. I have it not. King. What ring was yours, I pray you? The same upon your finger. King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late. Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. King. The story then goes false, you threw it Out of a casement. Dia. I have spoke the truth. Enter PAROlles. [him charge you, Not fearing the displeasure of your master, (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,) By him, and by this woman here, what know you? Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love this woman? Par. 'Faith, Sir, he did love her; But how? King. How, I pray you? Par. He did love her, Sir, as a gentleman loves a woman. King. How is that? Par. He loved her, Sir, and loved her not. King. As thou art a knave, and no knave:What an equivocal companion is this? Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command. Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know. King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Dia. I'll never tell you. King. I think thee now some common custo mer.t Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this while? Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't: with her. royal Sir; Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, [Exit WIDOW. The jeweller, that owest the ring, is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him: He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd; And at that time he got his wife with child: Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick; So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quicks Re-enter WIDOW, with HELENA. Hel. No, my good lord; Ber. Both, both; O, pardon! Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, [ring, I found you wond'rous kind. There is your And, look you, here's your letter; This it says, When from my finger you can get this ring, And are by me with child, &c.-This is done: Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? |