call'd Mile-end, to inftruct for the doubling of files. I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain. I Lord. He hath out-villain'd villany fo far, that the rarity redeems him. 1 Ber. A pox on him, he's a cat ftill. Inter. His Qualities being at this poor price, I need not to afk you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt. Par. Sir, for a Quart d'ecu he will fell the fee-fimple of his falvation, the inheritance of it, and cut th' intail from all remainders, and a perpetual fucceffion for it perpetually. Inter. What's his Brother, the other Captain Dumain? 2 2 Lord. Why does he afk him of me? Inter. What's he? Par. E'en a crow o' th' fame neft; not altogether fo great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil. He excels his Brother for a Coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the beft that is. In a Retreat he outruns any lacquey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp. Inter. If your life be faved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine? Par. Ay, and the Captain of his horfe, Count Roufillon. Inter. I'll whifper with the General, and know his pleafure. Par. I'll no more drumming, a plague of all drums! Only to feem to deferve well, and to beguile the fuppofition of that lascivious young boy the Count, have He's a cat fill.] That is, throw him how you will, he lights upon his legs. 2 Why does he ask him of me?] This is nature. Every man is on fuch occafions more willing to hear his neighbour's character than his own. 3 To beguile the fuppofition.] That is, to deceive the opinion, to make the Count think me a man that deferves well. I run I run into this danger; yet who would have fufpected an ambush where I was taken? [Afide. Inter. There is no remedy, Sir, but you muft die; the General fays, you, that have fo traiteroufly difcovered the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can ferve the world for no honeft ufe; therefore you must die. Come, headfman, off with his head. Par. O Lord, Sir, let me live, or let me fee my death. Inter. That fhall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [Unbinding him. So, look about you; know you any here? Ber. Good morrow, noble Captain. 2 Lord. God blefs you, Captain Parolles. 1 Lord. God fave you, noble Captain. 2 Lord. Captain, what Greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France. I Lord. Good Captain, will you give me a copy of that fame fonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Roufillon? if I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you well. [Exeunt. Inter. You are undone, Captain, all but your fcarf; that has a knot on't yet. Par. Who cannot be crufh'd with a Plot? Inter. If you can find out a Country where but women were that had receiv'd fo much fhame, you might begin an impudent Nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we shall speak of you there. [Exit. Par. Yet am I thankful. If my heart were great, 'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more, But I will eat and drink, and fleep as foft, As Captain fhall; fimply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Bb 3 Let 4 Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, } [Exit. SCENE VII. Changes to the Widow's Houfe, at Florence. Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana. THAT Hel. HAT you may well perceive I have wrong'd you, One of the Greateft in the Chriftian world not Shall be my Surety; 'fore whofe Thone 'tis needful, Wid. Gentle Madam, You never had a fervant, to whose trust Hel. Nor you, Mistress, Ever a friend, whofe thoughts more truly labour To recompenfe your love: doubt not, but heav'n Hath brought me up to be your Daughter's dower, As it hath fated her to be my motive my motive] motive for affiftant. WARBURTON. And helper to a husband. But, O strange men! Dia. Let death and honesty Go with your impofitions, I am yours Hel. Yet I pray you : But with the word the time will bring on fummer, When briars fhall have leaves as well as thorns, And be as sweet as fharp: we must away, 'Our Waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us ; 3 When SAUCY trufting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night; ] i. e. makes the perfon guilty of intentional adultery. But trufting a miftake cannot make any one guilty. We fhould read, and point, the lines thus, All's thour of it will himself think it unneceffary, when he recollects that faucy may very properly fignify luxurious, and by confequence lafcivious. 6 But with the word, the time will bring on fummer,] With the word, i. e. in an inftant reads (but what he means by it I know not) Bear with the word. WARBURTON. The meaning of this obfervation is, that as briars have fweetnefs with their prickles, fo fhall thefe troubles be recompenfed with joy. When FANCY, trusting of the of time. The Oxford Editor cozen'd thoughts, Defiles the pitchy night. i. e. the fancy, or imagination, that he lay with his mistress, tho' it was, indeed, his Wife, made him incur the guilt of adultery. Night, by the ancients, was reckoned odious, obscene, and abominable. The Poet, alluding to this, fays, with great beauty, Defiles the pitchy night; i, e. makes the night, more than ordinary, abominable. 7 Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us ;] The word Revives conveys fo little fenfe, that it seems very liable to fufpicion. and time revyes us; e. looks us in the face, calls upon us to haften. WARB. Bb 4 The WARBURTON. This conjecture is truly ingepious; but, I believe, the au All's well, that ends well; ftill the Fine's the crown ; Whate'er the courfe the end is the renown. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Changes to Roufillon in France, Enter Countefs, Lafeu, and Clown. O, Laf. No, no, no, your Son was mif-led with a fnipt taffata fellow there, whofe villainous faffron would have made all the unbak'd and doughy The prefent reading is corrupt, and I am afraid the emendation none of the foundeft. I never remember to have feen the word revye One may as well leave blunders as make them. Why may we not read for a fhift, without much effort, the time invites us? 8 hefe villainous faffron would have made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour.] Parolles is reprefented as an affected follower of the fafhion, and an encourager of his mafler to run into all the follies of it; where he fays, Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble Lords they wear themselves in the cap of iime and tho' the Devil lead the meafure, Juch are to be followed. Here fome particularities of fashionable drefs are ridiculed. Snipt-tafata needs no explanation; but villainous faffron is more obfcure. This alludes to a fantastic fashion, then much followed, of ufing yellow fiarch for their bands and ruffs. So Fletcher, in his Queen of Corinth, Has he familiarly youth Diflik'd your yellow ftarch; or Jaid your doublet Was not exactly frenchified And Johnson's Devil's an Afs2 Carmen and chimney Sweepers are got into the yellow starch. This was invented by one Turner, a tire-woman, a court-bawd; and, in all refpects, of so infamous a character, that her invention deferved the name of villainous faffron. This woman was, afterwards, amongst the miscreants concerned in the murder of Sir Thomas Overbury, for which he was hanged at Tyburn, and would die in a yellow ruff of her own invention: which made yellow ftarch fo odious, that it immediately went out of fashion. 'Tis this, then, to which ShakeSpeare alludes: but ufing the word Jaffron for yellow, a new idea prefented itself, and he pursues his thought under a quite different allufion Whofe vitlainous faffron would have made all the unbaked and dowy youths of a nation in bis colour, i. e. of his temper |