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and to stop up the displeasure he hath conceiv'd againft: your son, there is no fitter matter. How do's yours Ladylip like it?

Count. With very much content, my Lord, and I wish it happily effected..

Laf. His Highness comes poft from Marseilles, of as. able a body, a's when he number'd thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceiv'd by him that in such. intelligence hath seldom fail'd.

Count. It rejoices me, that, I hope, I shall see him ere I die. I have letters, that my son will be here tonight: I shall beseech your Lordship to remain with, me 'till they meet together.

Laf Madam, I was thinking with what manners L might safely, be admitted.

Count. You need but plead your honourable privie lege.

Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter ; but.. I thank my God, it holds yet.,

Enter Clown. Clo, O.Madam,. yonder's my Lord your fon with a patch of velvet on's face; whether there be a scar un. der'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 scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour. So, belike, is that.

Clo. But it is your carbonado'd' face.

Laf. Let us go see your fon, I pray you :- I long to talk with the young noble soldier.

Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em with delicate fine hars and meít courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man.

[Exeunt,

ACT

A. CT V.
SCENE, the Court of France, at Marseilles.
Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two Attendantse.

HELENA
UT this exceeding posting day and night
But since you've made the days and nights as one,
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs ;,
Be bold, you do fo grow in my requital,
As nothing can unroot you, In happy time,-

Enter a Gentleman.
This man may help me to his Majesty's ear,
If he would spend his power.

God save you, Sir.
Gent. And you.
Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
Gent. I have been sometimes there.

Hel. I do presume, Sir, that you are not fallen
From the report that goes upon your goodness;
And therefore, goaded with most harp occasions
Which lay, nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues, for the which
Thall continue thankful.

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,
To come into his presence.

Gent. The King's not here.
Hel. Not here, Sir?

Gent. Not, indeed.
He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste
Than is his use.

Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !

Hel. All's well, that ends well yet,
Tho' time seems so adverse, and means unfit:
I do beseech you, whither is he gone?

Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Roufillon,
Whither I'm going.

Helo. I beseech you, Sir,
Since you are like to see the King before me,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand ;.
Which, I presume, shall render you no blame,
But rather make you thank your pains for it.
I will come after you with what good speed.
Our means will make us means.

Gent. This I'll do for you..

Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, What-e'er falls more. We must to horfe again. Go, go, provide.

[Exeunt. SCENE changes to Rousillon.

Enter Clown, and Parolles. Par. OOD Mr. Levarch, give my Lord Lafew

this letter ; I have ere now, Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher cloaths ; (36) but I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's

's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.

Cloa

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(36) But I am ncru, Sir, muddied in Fortune's mood, and smell somewbat Arong of ber firong dispicafure.}. Forture's mood is, without quertion, good lense, and very proper : and yet I verily believe, the Poet wrote as I have restor’d, in the text; in Fortune's moat : because the clown in the very next speech replies, I will bencbforib cat no fish of Fortune's buttering, and again, when he coines to repeat Parolles's petition to Lafeug.- --tbat barb falt'n into the unclean fishpond of ber displeasure, and, as be says, is. muddied witbal.

And again, Pray you, Sir, iofe obe carp os ynu may, &c. In all which places, 'tis. obvious, a moat, or pond, is the allufion. Besides, Parolles smelling frong, as he says, of Fortune's Itrong displeasure, carries on the same image > Fer as the moats round old seats were always replenish'd with to the Clown's joke of holding nole, we may presume, pro.

ceeded

Clo. Truly, Fortune's displeasure is but Nuttith, if it smell ro trongly as thou speak'it of: I will henceforth eat no fith of Fortune's butt'ring. Pr’ythee, allow the wind.

Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, Sir ; I {pake but by a metaphor.

Clo. Indeed, Şir, if your metaphor flink, I will stop my nose against any man's metaphor. Pry’thee, get thee further.

Par. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper.

Clo. Foh! pr’ythee, ftand away ; a paper from Fortune's close-ftool, to give to a nobleman ! look, here he comes himself.

Enter Lafeu. Here is a pur of Fortune's, Sir, or of Fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat ;) that hath fall’n 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, foolith, rascally knave. (37) I do pity his distress in my fin miles of comfort, and leave him to your Lord Mhip.

Par, My Lord, I am a man whom fortune bath cruelly scratch'd.

Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now.

Wherein have you play'd the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good kady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her ? there's a Quart-d'ecue for you: let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business. ceeded from this becau?e la Chambre balle was always over the moat: and therefore the Clown humorously says, when Parolies is preffing him to deliver his letter to Lord Lafen. b! pr’yebee, fand away : A paper prom Fortune's clofestool, to give to a nobleman!

(37) I do piry bis difrets in my smiles of comfort, ] This very humorous passage my friend Mr. Warburtun rescued from nonsense moft happily, by the infortion of a fingle letter, in the manner I have reform's the text. These fimiles of comfort are ironically meant by the Clown; as much as to say, you may perceive, how much I think he deserves comfort, by my calling him Fortune's Cat, Carte roscally , Knave, &c.

Par.

Par. I beseech your honour, to hear' me one single word.

Laf. You beg a single penny more : comé, you shall ha't, save

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

your word.

me.

Laf. Was I, infooth ? and I was the first, that loft 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! doft 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. [Sound trumpets.] The King's coming, I know, by his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further after me, I had talk of you laft night ; tho' you are a fool, and a knave, you , shall eat; go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you.

[Exeunt. Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafeu, the two French

Lords, with attendants.
King. We loft a jewel of her, (38) our esteem
Was made much poorer by it ; but your song,
As mad in folly, lack”d the sense to know
Her eftimation home.

(38)

our efteem. Was made much poorer by it : -] What's the meaning of the King's esteem being made poorer by the loss of Helen? I think, it can only be understood in one senle; and that sense won't carry water: i. e. We suffer'd in our estimation by her loss. But how so? Did the King contribute to her misfortunes ? Nothing like it. Or. did he not do all in his power to prevent them? Yes; he married Bertram to her. We mult certainly read therefore ;.

We lojt a Jewel of ber; our eftate

Was made much poorer by it: That's the certain consequence of any one's losing a jewel, for their eftate to be made proportionably. paoser according to the value of the, loss..

Mr, Warburton.

Count.

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