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in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is. In a retreat be out-runs any lacquey ; marry, in coming on he has

Int. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine ?

Par. Ay, and the Captain of his horse, Count Roise fillon.

Int. 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 supposition of that lascivious young boy the Count, have I ran into danger ; yet who would haye suspected an ambush where I was taken ?

(Afide. Int. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die ; the General says, you, thai have so traite rously discovered the secrets of your army, and made fuch peftifesous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honeft use ; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head.

Par. O Lord, Sir, let me live, or let me see my death.

*Int. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends.

(Unbinding him. So, look about

you ;

know Ber, Good morrow, noble Captain. 2 Lord. God blets you, Cap:-17 Paro!les. i Lord. God save you, noble Cap.

2 Lord. Caprain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu ? I am for France.

3 Lord. Good Captain, will you give me a copy of that same sonnet you writ to Diara in behalf of the Count Roupillon? If I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you ; but fare you well.

[Exeunt. Int. You are undone, Captain, all but your scarf; that has a knot on't yet.

Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?

Ins. If you could find out a country where but wo. men were that had receiv'd so niuch thame, you


you any here?


might begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we hall speak of you there.

(Exita Par. Yet am I thankful : if my heart were great, 'I would burst at this. Captain I'll be no more, But I will eat and drink, and fleep as soft, As Captain fhall. Simply the thing I am Shall make me live : who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this ; for it will come to país, That every braggart shall be found an afs. Ruft, sword ! cool, blushes ! and, Parolles, live Satest in Thame! being fool'd, by fool'ry thrive; There's place and means for every man alive. l'll after them,

(Exit: SCENE changes to the Widow's House, at


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Enter Helena, Widow and Diana.
Hat you may well perceive I have not wrong'd

One of the greatest in the christian world [you,
Shall be my furety ; 'fore. whose throne 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel,
Time was, I did him a defired office
Dear a'most as his life; which gratitude
Through fiinty Tartars bosom would peep forth,
And answer thanks. I duly am inform’d,
His Grace is at Marseilles, to which place
We have convenient convoy;: you muft know,
I am supposed dead; the army breaking,
My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good Lord the King,
We'll be before our welcome.

Wid. Gentle Madam,
You never had a servant, to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.

Hel. Nor you, Mistress,
Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompençe 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
And helper to a husband. But, o strange men !
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
When faucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night; fo luft doth play
With what it loaths, for that which is away.
But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
Under my poor infructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

Dia. Let death and honesty
Go with your impofitions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.

Hel. Yet I pray you : But with the word the time will bring on summera When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, And be as sweet as sharp : we must away, (34) Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us ; (35) All's well, that ends well; still the fine's the crown; . Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. [Exeuni.

(34). Our waggon is prepar’d, and time revives us;] The word revives conveys fo little idea of sense here, that it seems very liable to Suspicion. How could time revive these travelling adventurers ? Heien could not have so poor a thought as to mean, “tho' we were urd. s last night, yet repose has given us fresh vigour, and now time re".vives us for a new fatigue.” Can it then have this meaning? The consequences of our enterprize, and the happy iflúe that may frown it in time, revive our spirits, and animate us to a cheartul.

Mr. Warburton very realonably conjectures, that we

prosecution. Tould read,

and time revyes us ; i. e. looks us in the face, calls upon us to baften;;

(35) Al!'s well, that ends well; ftill that finds ibe crown;} Wine finds? There is no substantive in the preceding branch of the sentence to answer to this relative. But this is the reading only of Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope; I have reford the genuine text trom the first Fair. Qur author is alluding to the Latin proverbial Gnome ; Finis corona! opus. And he ellewhere uses the fine, to fignify, the end, the illue. So Benedick, in Much Ado about Norbing.

and the fine is, (for the which i may go the finer,) I will

live a batchellore

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SCEN E changes to Roufillon in France.

Enter Countess, Lafeu, and Clown. Laf.

'O, no, no, your fon was mis-led with a snipt. 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 son here at kome more ada vanc'd by the King than by the red-tail'd 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 feth, and cost me the deareft groans of a mother, E could not have owed her a more rooted love.

Laf. 'Twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. We may pick a thousand fallets ere we light on such anoa ther herb.

Clo. Indeed, Sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the fallet, or rather the herb of grace.

Laf. They are not fallet-herbs, you knave, they are nore-herbs.

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir, I have noc much kill in grafs.

Laf. Whether doft thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool

Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's service; and a knave, at a man's

haf. 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.

Ch. And I would give his wife my bauble, Sir, 1o. do her service.

Laf. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.

Clo. Ai yout 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 tħe Prince of Darkness, alias the Devil.

Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse; I give thee not this to seduce thee from thy master thou talk'it of, ferve him ftill.

Clo. I'm a woodland fellow, Sir, that always lov'd a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire; but, fure, he is the Prince of the world, fet 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 Þe for the 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 fo before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways, let my horses be well lookd to, without any tricks.

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, they fall be jades tricks, which are their own right by the law of Na.

[Exit. Laf. A shrewd knare, and an unhappy. Count. So he is. My Lord, that's gone, made hiniself much fjort out of him; by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his fawciDess; 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


your Son was upon his return home, I mov'd the King my master to speak in the behalf of my daughter; which in the mirority of them both, bis Majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did Arft propose ; his Highness hath promis'd me to do it;



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