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the manifold linguist, and the armipotent sol
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 Dumain: 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; for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus t. He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking them, he is stronger than Hercules. He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were 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 description of thine honesty? A pox upon him for me, he is more and more
1 Sold. What say you to his expertness in war? 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 called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling 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 Sold. 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'écut 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 cap
2 Lord. Why does he ask him of me? 1 Sold. What's he?
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 reputed one of the best that is: In a retreat he out runs any lackey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp.
1 Sold. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine?
Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, count Rousillon.
1 Sold. 141 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 supposition of that lascivious young boy the count, have I run into this danger: Yet, who would have suspected an ambush 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 ar my, and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore yon 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. [Unmuffling him. So, look about you; Know you any here? Ber. Good morrow, noble captain.
2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles. 1 Lord. God save you, noble captain. 2 Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my lord Lafen? I am for France.
1 Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in be half of the count Rousillon? an were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you well. [Exeunt BERTRAM, Lords, &c. 1 Sold. You are undone, captain: all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet.
Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot? 1 Sold. If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so much shame, 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, [more; 'Twould burst at this: Captain, I'll be no But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall: simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass,
Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery
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,
* i. e., He will steal any thing however trifling, from any place however holy. + The Centaur killed by Hercules. The fourth part of the smaller French crown. To deceive the opinion.
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:
And answer, thanks: I duly am informed,
I am supposed dead: the army breaking,
And by the leave of my good lord the king,
[ven To recompense your love; doubt not, but heaHath brought me up to be your daughter's dower,
As it hath fated her to be my motive⭑
[hate, That can such sweet use make of what they When saucy t trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play With what it loaths, for that which is away: But more of this hereafter :--You, Diana, Under my poor instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
Enter Countess, LA FEU, 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 and doughy youth of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this our; and your son here at home, more advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed aumble-bee I speak of.
woman, 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 a more rooted love.
Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads, ere we light on such another herb.
Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjo.. ram of the salad, or, rather the herb of grace**. 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. Who's that? a Frenchman?
Clo. Faith, sir, he has an English name; but his phisnomy is more hotter in France, than 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 tt thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still.
Clo. 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 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, Count. I would, I had not known him! it made himself much sport out of him: by his was the death of the most virtuous gentle-authority he remains here, which he thinks is
For mover. End.
i.e., An honest death.
¶ There was a fashion of using yellow starch for bands and ruffles, to which
** i. e., Rue.
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 his return home, I moved the king my master, to speak in the behalf of my daughter; 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 Marseilles, 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.
Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a 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; I long to talk with the young noble soldier. 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. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Marseilles. A Street.
Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and
Must wear your spirits low: we cannot help it;
Hel. All's well that ends well; yet;
Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA, with Though time seem so adverse, and means
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
SCENE II. Rousillon. The inner Court
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 buttering. Pr'ythee, allow the wind.
Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir; I spake but by a metaphor.
Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, get thee further.
Scotched like a piece of meat for the gridiron.
+ A gentleman Falconer.
Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's 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 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, 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.
Pur. 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 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 ine; 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's Palace.
Flourish. Enter King, Countess, LAFEU,
Was made much poorer by it: but your son, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Her estimation home.
'Tis past, my liege: And I beseech your majesty to inake 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.
Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season ¶, For thon may'st see a sun-shine and a hail In me at once: But to the brightest beams Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, The time is fair again.
My high-repented blames **, Dear sovereign, pardon to me. King.
All is whole;.
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 Steals ere we can effect them: You remember The daughter of this lord?
Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first
Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye
Well excused: That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away [too late, From the great compt: But love, that comes Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
My honour'd lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all; * You need not ask ;-here it is. + Reckoning or estimate. Completely, in its full So in As you Like it :-to have "seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands." i. e., The first interview shall put an end to all recollection of the past. ¶ i. e., Of nuinterrupted rain. ** Faults repented of to the utmost,
To the great sender turns a sour offence,
Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease!
In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
I stood ingaged: but when I had subscribed
Whoever gave it you: Then, if you know
(Where you have never come,) or sent it us Upon her great disaster. Ber. She never saw it. King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
And makest conjectural fears to come into ine, Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove [deadly,
And yet I know not:-thou didst hate her
[Exit BERTRAM, guarded. Enter a Gentleman.
King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Gracious sovereign,
Gent. Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath, for four or five removes ý, come To tender it herself. I undertook it, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know, Is here attending: her business looks in her With an importing visage; and she told me, In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern Your highness with herself.
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 flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
DIANA CAPULET. 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, Lafeu, [suitors:To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these Go, speedily, and bring again the count. [Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd.
Now, justice on the doers! Enter BERTRAM, guarded. King. I wonder, sir, since wives are mon
sters to you,
[ship, And that you fly them as you swear them lordYet you desire to marry.-What woman's that? Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and
Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
In the sense of unengaged. + The philosopher's stone. the proper consciousness of your own actions. Post-stages.
i.e., That you have
Pay toll for him.