Rust, sword! cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! There's place, and means, for every man alive. I'll after them, [Exit.] SCE N E IV. Florence. A room in the Widow's House. Enter HELENA, Widow, and Diana. 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 à desired office, Dear, almost as his life; which gratitude Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth, And answer, thanks: I duly, an 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 hie's him home; where, heaven 57 aiding, And by the leave of my good lord the king, Wid. Gentle madam, Hel. Nor you, mistress, bour To recompence your love; doubt not, but heaven 것 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 0. strange men! That can such sweet use make of what they hate, Dia. Let death and honesty Hel. Yet, I pray you, summer, When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, And be as sweet as sharp. We must áway;. Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us : Alls well that ends well : still the fine's the crown; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. (Exeunt.] SCENE V. Rousillon. A Room in the Count'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 of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at thiş bour; Fs . 1 and your son here at home, more advanced by the king, than by that red-tail'd humble - bee I speak of. ! Count. I would, I had not known him! it was the death of the most virtuous gentlewo. man, 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 à more rooted love. Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: ' we may pick a thousand sallads, ere we light on such another herb. Clown. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the sallet, or, rather, the herb of grace. Laf. They are not sallet - herbs, you knave, they are nose - herbs. Clown. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much skill in grass. Laf. Whether 'dost thou profess thyself; a " knave, or a fool? Clown. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knaye at a man's. Laf. Your distinction? Clown. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service. Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed. Clown. And I would give his wife my bau_ble, sir, to do her service. Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both knavé and fool. Clown. At your service. Laf. No, no, no. : Clown. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are. Laf. : Who's that?' a Frenchman? Clown. Faith, sir, he has an English name; a . but his phisnomy is more hotter in France, than there. Laf. What prince is that? Clown. 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 talk'st of; serve him still. Clown. 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 look'd to, without any tricks. Clown. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be jades' tricks ; which are their own right by the law of nature. [Exit.] Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy. , Gount. 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 about to tell you, Since I heard of the good lady's death, and that my lord your son was upon bis return home, I moved the king my master, to speak in the behalf of my daugh. ter; which, in the minority of them both, his r 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 it? Count. With very much content, my lord, and I wish it happily effected. Laf. His highness comes post from Marseil. Tes, of as able body as when he number'd thir. ty; he will be here to - morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom faila. Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I die. I have letters, that my son will be here to - night: I shall beseech your lordship, to remain with me till they meet together Laf. Madam, I was thinking, with what manners I might safely be admitted, Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold char. ter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet. : Re-enter Clown. . 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: só, belike, is that. Clown. But it is your carbonado'd face. a |
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