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Florence. A room in the Widow's House.

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 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

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And by the leave of my good lord the king,
We'll be, before our welcome!

Wid. Gentle madam,
You never had a seryant, to whose trust
Your businefs was more welcome. ; 1

Hel. Nor you, mistress,
Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly la-

bour To recompence your love; doubt not, but


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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

When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defles the pitchy night! so lust doth play
With what it loaths, fot that which is away:
But more of this hereafter: – You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

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

Hel. Yet, I pray you,
But witḥ 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 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.


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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;



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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


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;



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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


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


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.
Clown. 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: só, belike, is that.

Clown. But it is your carbonado'd face.
Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray, you ;
I long to talk with the young noble soldier.


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