ment of one count Rousillon, a foolish idle boy but for all that very ruttish: I pray you, Sir, put it up again. 1 Sold. Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour. Par. My meaning in't I protest was very honest in the behalf of the maid: for I knew the yong count to be a dangerours and lascivious ov; who is a whale to virginity, and devours up all the fry it finds. Ber. Damnable, both sides rogue! 1 Sold. When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it After he scores, he never pays the score: He ne'er pays after debts, take it before; PAROLLES. Ber. He shall be whipped through the army, with this rhyme in his forhead. 2 Lord. This is your devoted friend, Sir, the manifold linguist, and the armipotent soldier. Ber. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now he's a cat to me. 1 Sold. I perceive, Sir, by the General's looks, we shall be fain to hang you. Par. My life, Sir, in any case: not that I am afraid to die; but that, my offences being many, I would repent out the remainder of nature: let me live, Sir, in a dungeon, i'the stocks, or any where, so I may live. 1 Sold. We'll see what may be done, so you .confess freely; therefore, once more to this captain Duman: You have answered to his reputation with the duke, and to his valour: What is his honesty? Par. He will steal, Sir, an egg out of a cloister;t for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus. He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking them he is stronger than Hercules. He will lie, Sir, with such volubility, that you wold think truth was a fool: drunkenness is his best virtue; for he will be swine drunk; and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bed-clothes about him; but they know his conditions, and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say, Sir, of his honesty: he has every thing that an honest man should not have; what an honest man should have, he has nothing. 1 Lord. I begin to love him for this. Ber. For this discription of thine honesty? A pox upon him for me, he is more and more a cat. Par. Faith, Sir, he has led the drum before the English tragedians,-to belie him, I will not, and more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place there call'd Mile-end, to instruct for the dubling of files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain. 1 Lord. He hath out-villained villany so far, that the rarity redeems him. Ber. A pox on him he's a cat still. 1 Sol. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not ask you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt. Par. Sir, for a quart d'ecu* he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually. 1 Sold. What's his brother the other captain, Dumain? 2 Lord Why does he ask him of me? Par. E'en a crow of the same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil. He excels his | brother for a coward, yet his brother is repu * I. e. A match weel made is half won; make your match therefore, but make it well. i. e. He will steal any thing however trifling, from any place however holy. The Centaur killed by Her: des. ted one of the best that is: In a retreat he outruns any lackey; marry, in comming on he has the cramp. 1 Sold. If your life be saved, will you unertake to betray the Florentine ? Par. Ay and the captain of his horse, count Roussillon 1 Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure, Par. I'll no more drumming: a plague of all drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the suppositiont of that lascivious young boy the count, have run into this danger: Yet, who would have suspected an am bush where I was taken? [Aside. 1 Sold. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die: the general says, you that have so traitorously discovered the secrets of your army, and made such pestiferious reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head. Par. O Lord Sir; let me live, or let me see my death! 1 Sold. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. So look about you; Know you any here? 2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles. 1 Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rousillon? an I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fair you well. [Exeunt BERTRAM, LORDS, &c. your scarf, that has a not on't yet Sold. You are undone, captain: all but Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot? but women were that had received so much [Exit. Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were Let him fer this; for it will come to pass, live There's place, and means, for every man [Exi *The fourth part of the smaller French crown. SCENE IV.-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 Shal be my surety; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful, Ere I can perfect min intents, to kneel: Aud answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd. And by the leave of my good lord the king, crown; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and CLOWN. Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villanous saffron¶ would have made all the unbaked a.. ..d doughy youth of a nation in his colour; your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and your son here at home, more advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of. Count. I would, I had not known him! it was the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that ever nature had praise for creating: if she had partaken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, 1 could not have owed her a more rooted love. Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: For mover. Lascivious. I e. An honest death. § Commands. End. There was a fashion of using yellow starch for bands and ruffles, to which Lafeu alludes. we may pick a thousand salads, ere we light on such another herb. Clo. Indeed, Sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the salad, or, rather the herb of grece.* Laf. They are not salad-herbs, you knave, they are nose-herbs. Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir, I have not much skill in grass. Laf Whether dost thou profess thyself; a knave or a fool? Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's; Laf. Your distinction? Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service. Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed. Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, Sir, to do her service. Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both knave and fool. Clo. At your service. Laf. No, no, no. Clo. Why, Sir, if I cannot serve you I can serve as great a prince as you are. Laf. Whos that? a Frenchman? Clo. Faith, Sir, he has an English name; but his phisnomy is more hotter in France, tha there. Laf. What prince is that? Clo. 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 talkest of; serve him still, Clo. I am a woodland fellow, Sir that al ways 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 na row gate, wh ch I take to be too little for pomp to enter; som 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. of Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my horses be well looked to, without any tricks. Clo. 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.‡ Count. So he is. My Lord that's gone, made himself much sport out of him: by this 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 im 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 his return home, I moved the king ter; which, in the minority of them both, his my master, to speak in the behalf of my daughmajesty, 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 Marseilles. * I. e. Rue. † Seduce. Mischievously unhappy, waggish. of as able body as when he numbered thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom failed. 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 charter; but I thank my God, it holds yet. Re-enter CLOWN. Clo. 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. is a Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, good livery of honour; so, belike, is that. Clo. But it is your carbonadoed* face. Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you; leng to talk with the young noble soldier. I Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-Marseilles-A Street. I do beseech you, whither is he gone? Hel. I do beseech you, Sir, Since you are like to see the king before me, Gent. This I'll do for you. Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, [again;Whate're falls more. We must to horse Go, go, provide. [Exeunt SCENE II.-Rousillon.-The inner court of the COUNTESS' Palace. Enter CLOWN and PAROLLES. Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this letter: I have ere now Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's but tering. Pr'ythee, allow the wind. Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, Sir; I spake by a metaphor. Clo. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's meta Enter HELLENA, WIDOW, and DIANA, with phor. Pr'ythee, get thee further. two Attendants. Gent. And you. Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of Gent. I have been sometimes there. Gent. What's your will? Hel. That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king; And aid me with that store of power you have, Gent The king's not here. Hel. Not here, Sir? Par. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper. Clo. Foh, pr'ythee, stand away: A paper from fortune's close-stool to give a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself. Enter LAFEU. Here is a pur of fortune's, Sir, or of fortunes' cat, (but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal: Pray you, Sir, use the carp as you may, for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. [Exit CLOWN. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pear 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, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word then.Cox' my passion! give me your hand:-How does your drum? 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. Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in 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 *You need not ask here it is: Hh 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. I praise God for you. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A Room in the COUNTESS' Palace. Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, Lafeu, LORDS, GENTLEMEN, Guards, &c. King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem* Was made much poorer by it; but your son, Count. "Tis past, my liege: And I beseech your majesty to make it Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth; When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, O'erbears it, and burns on. King. My honour'd lady, have forgiven and forgotten all; Steals ere we can effect them: You remember The daughter of this lord? Per. Admiringly, my liege : at first Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye [away That thou didst love her, strikes some scores From the great compt: But love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Not knowing them, until we know their grave. And watch'd the time to shoot. him hither ; We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit. GENTLEMAN. King. What says he to your daughter; have you spoke? Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me, That set him high in fame. Enter BERTRAM. Laf. He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season, For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail Ber. My high-repented blames, T Dear sovereign pardon to me. King. All is whole; [forth, Not one word more of the consumed time. Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Reckoning or estimate. Completely, in its full extent. So in As you like it-to have "seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands." 1. e. The first interview shall put an end to all recolection of the past. e. Of uninterrupted rain. Faults repented of to the utmost. Oft our displeasure to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see what's done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. [lin: Send forth your armours token for fair MaudThe main consents are had; and here we'll stay To see our widower's second marriage-day.. Count. Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless! Or ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! name 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. I praise God for you. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A Room in the COUNTESS' Palace. Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTEss, Lafeu, LORDS, GENTLEMEN, Guards, &c. King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem* Was made much poorer by it; but your son, Count. "Tis past, my liege: And I beseech your majesty to make it Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth; When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, O'erbears it, and burns on. King. My honour'd lady, have forgiven and forgotten all; Steals ere we can effect them: You remember The daughter of this lord? Per. Admiringly, my liege: at first Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye [away That thou didst love her, strikes some scores From the great compt: But love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Not knowing them, until we know their grave. And watch'd the time to shoot. Laf. This I must say,———— But first I beg my pardon,-The young lord King. Praising what is lost, him hither; We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit. GENTLEMAN. King. What says he to your daughter; have you spoke? Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me, That set him high in fame. Enter BERTRAM. Laf. He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season,|| For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail Ber. My high-repented blames, T King. All is whole; [forth, Not one word more of the consumed time. Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Reckoning or estimate. Completely, in its full extent. Oft our displeasure to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see what's done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. [lin : Send forth your armours token for fair MaudThe main consents are had; and here we'll stay To see our widower's second marriage-day..` Count. Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless! Or ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! name thought I stood engag'd:* but when I had subscrib'd So in As you like it-to have "seen much and to I could not answer in that course of honour have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands." As she had made the overture, she ceas'd, 1. e. The first interview shall put an end to all recol-In heavy satisfaction, and would never ection of the past. e. Of uninterrupted rain. Faults repented of to the utmost. Receive the ring again. In the sense of unengaged |