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Hath bruugbi me up to be your daugliter's duwer, Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse: I give theo As it hath faled ber to be my motive

not this 10 suy gest thee from thy master thou talkest And belper to a busband. But, О strange men! of; serve him still. That can such sweet use make of what they hate, Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts loved a grear fire; and the master I speak of, ever Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of With what it loaths, for that which is away : the world, let his nobility remain in his court. I But more of this bereafter :

-You, Diana, am for the house with the narrow gate, which I Under my poor instructions yet must suffer take to be too little for pomp to enter : some, that Something in my behalf.

humble themselves, may; but the many will be too Dia,

Let death and honesty cbill and tender; and they'll be for the flowery way Go with your impositions, I am yours

that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire. Upon your will to suffer.

Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of Hel. Yet, I pray you,

ther; and I tell tbee so before, because I would But with the word, the time will bring on summer, not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, horses be well looked to, without any tricks. And be as sweet as sharp. We must away ;

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us : be jades' tricks; which are their own right by The All's well that ends well: still the fine's the crown; law of nature.

(Erit. W bate'er the course, tbe end is the renown.

Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unbappy. [ Exeunt. Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made

himself much sport out of him : hy his authority SCENE V.-Rousillon. A Room in the he remains bere, which he think-is a patent for his Countess's Palace.

sauciness; and, indeed, he bas no pace, but rilis

where he will. Enter COUNTISS, LAFEU, and Clown.

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

about to tell you. Since I heard of the good lady's Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a death, and that my lord your son was upon his resnipi-taffata fellow there; wbose villanous saffron turn home, I moved the king my master to speak would bave made all the unbaked and doughy youth in the behalf of my daugbier; whiih, in the mi. of a nation in bis colour: your daughter-in-law bad nority of them both his majesty, out of a self-grabeen alive at this hour; and your son bere at home cious remembrance, did first propose : his bighness more advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed bath promised me to do it : and, to stop up tbe bumble-bee I speak of.

displeasure he bath conceived against your son, Count. I would I had not known him! it was there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that like it? ever nature bad praise for creating : if she bad par. Count. With very much content, my lord, and I taken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans wish it happily effected. of a mother, I could not have owed ber a more Laf. His bighness comes post from Marseilles, rooted love.

of as able body as when he numbered thirty ; bs Laf: 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him may pick a thousand salads, ere we light on such that in such intelligence hath seldom failed. another berb.

Count. It rejoices me that I bope I shall see him Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram ofere I die. I have letters, that my son will be bere the salad, or, rather the berb of grace.

to-night : 1 sball beseech your lordship to remain Laf. They are uot salad-herbs, you knave, they with me till they meet together. are nose-herbs.

Laf. Madam, I was thinking, with what manners Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sr, I have I might safely be admitted. not much skill in grass.

Count. You peed but plead your honourable Laf. Wbether dost thou profess thyself; a knave privilege. or a fool?

Laf: Lidy, of that I have made a bold charter: Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a but, 1 thank my God, it bolds yet. knave at a man's.

Re-enter Clown. Laf. Your distinction ?

Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son witb a his service.

patch of velvet on's face ; whether there be a scar Laf. So you were a knave at bis service, in- under it, or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a good.y deed.

patch of velvet : his left cheek is a cheek of two Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, pile and a half, but his rigbı cbeek is worn bare. to do ber service.

Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both livery of honour; so, Lelike, is that. koave and fool.

Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face. service.

Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you; I loug Laf. No, no, no.

to talk with the young noble soldier. Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, witi delicare as great a prince as you aro.

fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow Laf. Who's that I a Frenchman?

the bead, and nod at every man.

[ Exeunt. Clo. Faith, sir, he has an English name ; but his pbisnomy is more hotter in France, than there.

Laf. What prince is tbat ?

Clo. The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of durkness : alias, the devil,

Clo. At your


hencetorth eat no dish of fortune s buttering Pr'ythee, allow the wind.

Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir ; I ACT V.

spake but by a metaphor.

Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will

stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor, SCENE I.-Marseilles. A Street,

Pr'ythee, get thee further.

Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two

Clo. Fob, pr’ythee, stand away ; A paper from Attendants.

fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and night, bere he comes himself. Must wear your spirits low : we cannot help it;

Enter LAFEU. But since you have made the days and nights as

Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat

(but not a musk-cat), that bas fallen into the unTo wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,

clean fish-pond of her displeasure, and, as be says,

is muddied withal: Pray you, sir, use the carp as As notbing can unroot you. 'In happy time:

you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingeEnter a gentle Astringer.

nious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his dis.

tress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your This man may help me to his majesty's ear, If he would spend his power.-God save you, sir. lordsbip:

[Erit Clown. Gent. And you.

Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. cruelly scratched. Gent. I have been sometimes there.

Laf. And what would you have me to do ? 'tis

too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen From the report that goes upon your goodness ;

you played the knave with fortune, that she should And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,

scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and Which lay nice manners by, I put you to

would not have knaves thrive long under her ? The use of your own virtues, for the which There's a quart d'ecu for you : Let the justices I shall continue thankful.

make you and fortune friends ; I am for other bu.

siness. Gent.

What's your will ! Hel. That it will please you

Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me ono To give this poor petition to the king;

single word. And aid me with that store of power you have,

Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you To come into his presence.

sball ha't; save your word. Gent. The king's not here.

Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Hel.

Not here, sir? Laf. You beg more than one word then.-Cox' Gent.

Not, indeed: my passion! give me your hand : How does you

drum? He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste Tban is his use.

Par. O my good lord, you were the first that

found me. Wid.

Lord, how we lose our pains ! Hel. All's well that ends well; yet;

Laf. Was I, in sooth ? and I was the first that

lost thee. Though time seem so adverse, and means unfit.-I do beseech you, whither is he gone?

Par. It lies, in you, my lord, to bring me in Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon ;

somne grace, for you did bring me out. Whitber I am going.

Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon Hel. I do beseech you, sir,

me at once both the office of God and the devil! Since you are like to see the king before me,

one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee Commend the paper to bis gracious band;

out. [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming, I Which I presume, shall render you no blame,

know by bis trumpets.--Sirrah, inquire further But rather make you thank your pains for it:

after me; I had talk of you last nigbt: though I will come after you, with what good speed

you are a fool and a kpare, you shall eat; go to,

Our means will make us means.

This I'll do for you.
Par. I praise God for you.

[Exeunt. Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd,

SCENE III.-The same. A Room in the Whate'er falls more.- We must to horse again ;

Countess's Palace.
Go, go, provide.

Flurish. Enter King, COUNTESS, LAFEU, Lords,

Gentlemen, Guards, &c.
SCENE II.-Rousillon. The inner Court of the
Countess's Paluce.

King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem

Was made mucb poorer by it: but your son,
Enter Clown and PAROLLES.

As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
Pur. Good Monsieur Lavalch, give my Lord La- Her estimation bome.
feu this letter: I bave ere now, sir, been better Count.

'Tis past, my liege: known to you, when I bave beld familiarity with And I beseech your majesty to make it fresher clothes ; but I am now, sir, muddied in for- Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth ; tune's moat, and smell somewbat strong of her when oil ond fire, too strong for reason's force, strong displeasure.

O'erbears it, and burns on. Clo Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, King.

My honour'd lady if it stuell so strong as thou speakest of: I will I have forgiven and forgotten all;


Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. And watch'd the time to shoot.

Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin : Laf.

This I must say,

The main consents are had; and here we'll stay But first I beg my pardon,—The young lord To see our widower's second marriage-day. Did to his majesiy, bis mother, and his lady, Count. Which better than the first, o dear HeaOffence of mighty note; but to himself

ven biess! The greatest wrong of all : he lost a wife,

Or, ore they meet in me, 0 nature, cease Whose beauty did astonish the survey

Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's Of richest eyes ; whose words all ears took captive, Whose dear perfection, bearts that scorn d to serve, Must be digested, give a favour from you, Humbly call d mistress.

To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, King.

Praising what is lost, That she may quickly come.- By my old beard, Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, bither;

Was a sweet creature ; such a ring as this,
We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill The last that e'er I wok her leave at court,
All repetition :-Let him not ask our pardon ; I saw upon her finger.
The nature of his great offence is dead,


Hers it was not. And deeper than oblivion do we bury

King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine The incensing relicks of it : let him approach,

eye, A stranger, no offender; and inform him, While I was speaking oft was fasteu'd to it.So 'tis our will he should.

This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, Geni.

I shall, my liege. I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood

(Erit Gentleman. Necessitated to help, that by this token King. What says he to your daughter ? bave I would relieve her : Had you that craft, to reave you spoke ?

her Laf. All that he is hath reference to your Of what should stead her most! bighness.


My gracious sovereign, King. Then shall we have a match. I have let. Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, ters sent me,

The ring was never hers. 1 bal set liun bigb in fame.


Son, on my life,

I bave seen her wear it ; and she reckon'd it

At her life's rate.
He looks well on't. Lut.

I am sure I saw her wear it. King. I am not a day of season,

Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never For thou may'st see a sunsbine and a bail

saw it : In me at once : But to the brightest beams In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name The time is fair again.

Of ber that threw it : noble she was, and thought Ber.

My high-repented blames, I stood engag'd: but wben 1 bad subscrib'd Dear sovereign, pardon to me.

To mine own fortune ; and inform'd her fully, King.

All is whole; I could not answer in that course of honour
Not one word more of the consumed tine. As she had made the overture,

she ceas'd,
Let's take the instant by the forward top ; In heavy satisfaction, and would never
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Receive the ring again.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time


Plutus himself, Steals ere we can effect them : You remember That knows the tinct and multip'ying medicine, The daughter of this lord ?

Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first

Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas lle1 stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart

Durst make too bold a berald of my tongue : Whoever gave it you : Then, if you know
Wbere the impression of mine eye infixing, Tbat you are well acquainted with yourself,
Contempt bis scornful perspective did lend me, Confess 'twas bers, and by what rough enforcement
Which warp'd the line of every other favour , You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety,
Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it sol'n; That she would never put it from her finger,
Extended or contracted all proportions,

Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
To a most bideous object: Thence it came, (Where you have never come,) or sent it us
That she, whom all men prais d, and whom myself, Upon her great disaster.
Since I have lost, bave lov'd, was in mine eye Ber.

She never saw it.
The dust that did offend it.

King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mind King. Well excus'd :

honour; That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, From the great compt: But love, that comes too Which I would fuin shut out: If it should prove late,

That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove so ;-Like a remorseful pardon slowly carriei,

And yet I know not:—thou didst hate her deadly. To the great sender turns a sour offence,

And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Crying, Tbat's good that's gone : our rash faults Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, Make trivial price of serious things we have, More than to see this riog--Take bim away.Not knowing them, until we know their grave :

(Guards seize BERTRAM. Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust,: Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Our own love waking cries to see what's done, Haring vainly fear'd too little.--Away with himn :While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. We'll sift this matter farther.


If you shall prove Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creaThis ring was ever bers, you shall as easy

ture, Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Whom sometime I have laugb'd with : let your Where yet she never was.

highness [Erit BERTRAM, guarded. Lay a more poble thought upon mine honour, Enter a Gentleman.

Than for to think that I would sink it bere.

King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.

friend, Gent.

Gracious sovereign, Till your deeds gain them : Fairer prove your boWhether I have been to blame, or no, I know not ;

nour, Here's a peti“ a from a Florentine,

Tban in my thought it lies ! Who hath, fo. four or fire removes, come short Dia.

Good, my lord, To tender it be rself. I undertook it,

Ask him upon his oath if he does think Vanquish'd theieto by the fair grace and speech He had not my virginity. of the poor suppliant, who by this I know,

King. What say'st thou to her ? Is here attending : her business looks in her


She's impudent, my lord; With an importing visage; and sbe told me,

And was a common gamester to the camp. In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern

Dia. He does me wrong, my lord ; if I were so, Your bighness with herself.

He might have bought me at a common price : King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to Do not believe bim: 0, bebold this ring, marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, Whose high respect, and rich validity, he won me. Now is the Count Rousillon a widower ; Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that, his cows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and

If I be one. follow him to his country for justice : Grant it me, Count. He blushes, and 'lis it: O king; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flou- of six preceding ancestors, that gem rishes, and a poor maid is undone.

Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue.

Diana CAPULET. Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife, Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and That ring's #thousand proofs. toll him : for this, I'll none of bim.


Methought, you said, King. The beavens bave thought well on thee, You saw one here in court could witness it. Lafeu,

Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce To bring forth this discovery. Seek these so bad an instrument ; his name's Parolles. suitors :

Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. Go, speedily, and bring again the count.

King. Find him, and bring him bither. (Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. Ber.

What of him! I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady,

He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, Was foully snatch'd.

With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosl’d; Count.

Now, justice on the doers! Wbose nature sickens, but to speak a truth :
Enter BERTRAX, guarded.

Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,

That will speak anything? King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters King.

She hath that ring of yours.

Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I lik'd ber, And that you fly them as you swear then lordship, And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth : Yet you desire to marry.- What woman's that? She knew her distance, and did angle for me,

Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and D.ANA.

As all impediments in fancy's course
Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
Derived from the ancient Capulet ;

Her insuit coming with ber modern grace,
My suit, as I do understand, you know,

Subdued me to her rate : she got the ring ; And therefore know how far I may be pitied. And I bad that which any inferior might Wid. I am her motber, sir, whose age and no. At market.price bave bought.


I must be patient,
Both suffer under this complaint we bring, You, that turn'd off at first so noble wife,
And both shall cease without your remedy. May justly diet me. I pray you yer,
King. Come hither, count; Do you know these (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband.)

Send for your ring, I will return it home,
Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny And give me mine again.
But that I know them: Do they charge me fur. Ber.

I hare it not.

King. What ring was yours, I pray you ? Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your


Sir, much like wife?

The sime upon your finger. Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. Know you this ring? this ring was his of Dia. If you sball marry,

late. You give away this hand, and that is mine ;

Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed
You give away Heaven's vows, and those are mine ; King. The story then goes false, you threw it hiva
You give away myself, wbich is known mine ; Out of a casement.
For I by vow am so embodied yours,

Dia. llave spoke the truth.
That she, which marries you, must marry me,
Either both or none.

Enter PAROLLES. Laf. Your reputation (to BERTRAM) comes too sbort for my daughter, vou are no husband for her. Ber. My lo , I do confess, the ring was hers

to you,



you ?


King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather staris He knows 1 am no maid, and be'll swear to't. you.

I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not. Is this the man you speak of?

Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life ; Dia.

Ay, my lord. I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge

[Pointing to LaFev. you,

King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with Not fearing the displeasure of your master,

ber. (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,) Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.–Stay, royal By him, and by tuis woman here, what know

[Exit Widow.

The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, Par. Só please your majesty, my master bath And he shall surety me. But for this lord, been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath bad Who bath abus'd me, as he knows himself, in bim, which gentlemen have.

Though yet he never barm'd me, bere I quit him: King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love He knows himself my bed he hath defild; this woman?

And at that time he got bis wife with child : Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; but bow? Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick; King. How, I pray you?

So there's my riddle, One, that's dead is quick;
Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman Joves And now behold the meaning.
King. How is that?

Re-enter Widow, with HELENA.
Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not
King. As thou art a knave, and no knave - King.

Is there no exorcist What an equivocal companion is this?

Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes ? Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's Is't real, tbat I see? command.


No, my good lord ; Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,

The name and not the thing. Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage ? Ber.

Both, both; 0), pardon . Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.

Hel. O, my good lod, when I was like this King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st?

maid, Par. Yes, so please your majesty ; 1 did go be. I found you wind'rous kind. There is your ring. tween them, as I said ; but more than that, he And, look you, here's your letter ; This it says, loved her,-for, indeed, he was mad for her, and When from my finger you can get this ring, talked of Sacan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I And are by me with child, &c.—This is done : know not what: yet I was in that credit with them Will you be mine now you are doubly won ? at that time, that I knew of their going to bed; and Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this of other motions, as promising ber marriage, and clearly, aings that would derive me ”ill will to speak of, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. erefore I will not speak what I know.

Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou Deadly divorce step between me and you !canst say they are married : But thou art too fine 0, my dear mother, do I see you living ? in thy evidence ; therefore stund aside.

Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep This ring, you say, was yours?

anon :-Good Tom Drum [to PAROLLES], lend Diu.

Ay, my good lord. me a handkerchief: So, 1 thank thee : wait on me King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it home, I'll make a sport with thee : Let thy cour

tesies alone, they are scurvy ones. Dia, It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. King. Let us from point to point this story King. Wbo lent it you?

know, Dia.

It was not lent me neither. To make the even truth in pleasure flow :--
King. Where did you find it then?

If thou be’st yet a fresb uncropped flower,
I found it not?

[To DIANA King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower; How could you give it bim?

For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, Dia,

I never gave it him. Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord ; she of that and all the progress, more and less, goes off and on at pleasure.

Resolvedly more leisure shall express : King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first All yet seems well ; and, if it end so meet, wife.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. Dia. It might be yours, or bers, for aught I

[Flourish know. King. Take ber away, I do not like her now; To prison with her : and away with him.-

(Advancing.) Unless thou tell'st me where ihou badst this ring, Tnou diest within this hour.

The king's a beggar, now the play is done. Dia.

I'll never tell you. All is well ended, if this suit be won, King. Take ber away.

That you express content; which we will puy, Dia.

I'll put in bail, my liege. With strife to pleuse you, day exceeding day: King. I think thee now some common customer. Ours be your patience then, and yours vur paris , Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. King. Wherefore bast thou accus' him all this

[Ereune while ?

R Din, Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty:

you ?

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