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. Par. My name, my good lord, Parolles. Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me. Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee. Laf. All that he ishath reference to yourhighness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letThat set him high in fame. [ters sent me, Enter Bertram. Laf. He looks well on't. Ber. My high-repented blames, King. All is whole; Not one word more of the consumed time. Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in The daughter of this lord? 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 devil? one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [trumpets sound.] The king's coming, I know by his trumpets.-Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow. Par. 1 praise God for you. [exeunt. SCENE III. THE SAME. A ROOM IN THE COUNTESS'S PALACE. Flourish; enter King, Countess, Lafeu, Lords, King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteein❘ Count. 'Tis past, my liege: And I beseech your majesty to make it King. My honour'd lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all; Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Laf. This I must say, But first I beg my pardon.-The young lord King. Praising what is lost, Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart King. Well excus'd: That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away Count. Which better than the first, O dear heaven, Ber. Her's it was not. King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, I would relieve her. Had you that craft to reave Ber. My gracious sovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, Count. Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it Laf. I am sure I saw her wear it. Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it. In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought I stood engag'd: but when I had subscrib'd To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, I could not answer in that course of honour As she had made the overture, she ceas'd, In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the ring again. King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, (Where you have never come), or sent it us Upon her great disaster. Ber. She never saw it. 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, To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suit- Count. Now, justice on the doers! [you, King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry.-What woman's that? Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow and Diana. Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capulet; My suit, as I do understand, you know, Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and hoBoth suffer under this complaint we bring, [nour And both shall cease, without your remedy King. Come hither, count; do you know these woBer. My lord, I neither can nor will deny [men? But that I know them: do they charge me further? Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. [wife? Dia. If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine; King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; honour; And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Ber. If you shall prove This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Who hath, for four or five removes, come short 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 Zourishes and a poor maid is undone. DIANA CAPULET. You give away myself, which is known mine; 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 Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highLay a more noble thought upon mine honour, [ness Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, Till your deeds gain them: fairer prove your honour, Than in my thought it lies! Dia. Good, my lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think King. What say'st thou to her? And was a common gamester to the camp. Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so, He might have bought me at a common price: Do not believe him. O, behold this ring, Whose high respect, and rich validity Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that, He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, If I be one. Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: You saw one here in court could witness it. Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles. P Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be. He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, King. She hath that ring of yours. Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik'd her, Dia. I must be patient; You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife, Ber. I have it not. loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what; yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things that would derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know. King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married; but thou art too fine in thy evidence: therefore, stand aside.—This ring, you say, was your's? Dia. Ay, my good lord. [you? King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it Dia. It was not lent me neither. [ways, King. If it were your's by none of all these [wife. King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first Dia. It might be your's, or her's, for aught I know. King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege. [tomer. King. I think thee now some common cus- while? Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; Not fearing the displeasure of your master, 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. She does abuse our ears; to prison with Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, royal The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd: And at that time he got his wife with child: Re-enter Widow, and Helena. Hel. No, my good lord; Ber. Both, both; O, pardon! Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, 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? Bcr. If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce step between me and you!O, my dear mother, do I see you living? Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon: -Good Tom Drum [to Parolles], lend me a handkerchief. So, I thank thee; wait on me home, Ill make sport with thee. Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. King. Let us from point to point this story Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts; Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. [exeunt. know, To make the even truth in pleasure flow: Menas, Menecrates, Friend Varrius, Friends of Pompey. Taurus, Lieutenant-general to Cæsar. Canidius, Lieutenant-general to Antony. Silius, an officer in Ventidius' army. Euphronius, an Ambassador from Antony to Cæsar. Alexas, Mardian, Seleucus, and Diomedes, Attendants on Cleopatra. A Soothsayer. A Clown. Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt. Octavia, sister to Cæsar, and wife to Antony. Charmian, Attendants on Cleopatra, Iras, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE dispersed; in several Parts of the Roman Empire. ACT I.. ALEXANDRIA. A ROOM IN CLEOPATRA'S PALACE. Enter Demetrius and Philo. [turn, Phi. NAT, but this dotage of our general's Take but good note, and you shall see in him Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Enter an Attendant. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind Cleo. Excellent falsehood! Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her?— Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra.— Ant. Fie, wrangling queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, |