Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour Dia. Let death and honesty Heb. Yet I pray you: १८ T A But with the word the time will bring on fummer, SCENE VIII. Changes to Roufillon in France. Enter Countess, Lafeu, and Clown. Laf. No, no, no; your fon was misled with a snip'dtaffata fellow there, whose villanous faffron would have made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour †. Your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and your fon here at home, more advantaged by the King, than by that red-tail'd humblebee 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 the 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 * Motive for affiftant. † Alluding to two fashions then in vogue; one e of using yellow Aarch for their ruffs and bands, the other of colouring patte with iaf fron. may : may pick a thousand fallets ere we light on fuch another herb. Glo. Indeed, Sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the fallet, or rather the herb of gracead of soft Laf. They are not fallet-herbs, you knave, they are nofa-herbs. Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir; I have not much skill in grafsv::: Laf. Whether doft thou profess thyself a knave or a fool? Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's service; and aknave, Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his fervice.!. Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed. *Clo. And I would give his wife my folly, Sir, to do her fervice. Laf. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool. Clo. Why, Sir, if I cannot serve you, I can ferve ast great a prince as you are. Laf. Who's that, a Frenchman? Glo. 'Faith, Sir, he has an English name; but his phifnomy is more honour'd in France than there *. Laf. What prince is that? Clo. The black prince, Sir, alias the prince of darkness, alias the devil. i Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse; I give thee not this to feduce thee from thy master thou talk'st of, serve him still... Clo. I'm a woodland fellow, Sir, that always lov'd a great fire, and the mafter I speak of ever keeps a good fire; but, fure, he is the prince of the world, let his nobility remain in's court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: fome that humble themselves, may; but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the * Alluding to the darker complexions of the French. flow'ry. flow'ry 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 horfes be well looked to, without any tricks. Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, they shall be jades' tricks, which are their own right by the law of nature. [Exit. Laf. A fhrewd knave, and an unhappy. Count. 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 faucinefs; 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, fince I heard of the good lady's death, and that my Lord your fon 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 felf-gracious, remembrance, did first propose. His Highness hath promised me to do it; and to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your fon, 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 a body as when he number'd thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceiv'd by him that in fuch intelligence hath seldom fail'd. Count. It rejoices me, that hope, that I fhall fee him ere I die. I have letters, that my fon 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 fafely 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. : Enter Enter Clown. Clo. O Madam! yonder's my Lord, your fon, with a patch of velvet on's face; whether there be a scar under't, 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. Count. A fcar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour. So belike is that. Clo. But it is your carbinado'd face *. Laf. Let us go see your fon, I pray you: I long to talk with the young noble foldier. Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em with delicate fine hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two attendants. Hel. B UT this exceeding posting day and night help it. But fince you've made the days and nights as one, As nothing can unroot you. In happy time, Enter a Gentleman. This man may help me to his Majesty's ear, Hel, Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. Hel. I do presume, Sir, that you are not fallen. From the report that goes upon your goodness; And therefore, goaded with most sharp occafions Which lay nice manners by, I put you to. The joke, such as it is, confits in the alluson to a wound made with a carabine; arms which Hanry IV. had made famous, by bringing into use amongst his horfe. Mr. Warburton. The The use of your own virtues, for the which Gent. What's your will? Hel. That it will please you To give this poor petition to the King; To come into his prefence, Gent. The King's not here. Hel. Not here, Sir? Gent. Not indeed. d He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste Than is his use. Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains! Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon, Hel. I beseech you, Sir, 4 3 Since you are like to fee the King before me, Gent. This I'll do for you. Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to Roufillon. Enter Clown and Parolles. Par. Good Mr. Levatch, give my Lord Lafeu this letter; I have ere now, Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher cloaths; but I am now, Sir muddied in fortune's moat, and fmell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Clo. Truly, Fortune's displeasure is but fluttish, if it *fmell so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will henceforth eat no fish of Fortune's butt'ring. Pr'ythee, allow the wind. Par. |