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friend : ergo,

old, he's my drudge. He, that comforts my wife, is
the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, that cherish-
eth my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood;
he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my
he that kisses my wife, is my friend. If men could
be contented to be what they are, there were no fear
in marriage; for young Charbon the puritan, and old
Poysam the papist, howsce'er their hearts are sever'd
in religion, their heads are both one ; they may joul
horns together, like any deer i' the herd.

375 Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and a calumnious knave ?

Clo. A prophet, I, madam ; I speak the truth the next way :

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“ For I the ballad will repeat, which men full true

« shall find ; « Your marriage comes by destiny, your cuckoo

“ sings by kind.”

Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more


Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak.

Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her; Helen I mean.

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Clo. “ Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,

[Singing. " Why the Grecians sacked Troy?

's Fond


« Fond done, done fond ;
“ Was this king Priam's joy?
“ With that she sighed as she stood,
" With that she sighed as she stood,
And gave this sentence then ;
“ Among nine bad if one be good,
" Among nine bad one be good,
“ There's yet one good in ten."

song, sirrah.

Count. What, one good in ten? You corrupt the

399 Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which is a purifying o'the song: 'Would, God would serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson : One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well; a man may draw his heart out, ére he pluck one.

Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you?

409 Clo. That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done !—Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart-I am going, forsooth. The business is for Helen to come hither.

[Exit. Count. Well, now.

Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely.


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Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeath'd her to me; and she herself, without other advantage, may law, fully make title to as much love as she finds: there is more owing her than is paid; and more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.

423 Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her, than, I think, she wish'd me : alone she was, and did com. municate to herself, her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touch'd not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she lov'd your son : Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two éstates ; Love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be sur. prised without rescue in the first assault, or ransom

terward. This she deliver'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard a virgin exclaim in: which I held it my duty speedily to acquaint you withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it.

Count. You have discharg'd this honestly; keep it to yourself: many likelihoods informi'd me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt : pray you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your honest care: I will speak with you further

[Exit Steward.

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Enter Helena.

Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young:

If we are nature's, these are ours: this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;

Our blood to us, this to our blood, is born; It is the shew and seal of nature's truth,

Where love's strong passion is imprest in youth:
By,our remembrances of days furegone,
Such were our faults, O! then we thought them none.
Her eye is sick on't ; I observe her now,-

Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
Count. You know, Helen, I am a mother to you.
Het. Mine honourable mistress.

Count. Nay, a mother;
Why not a mother? when I said, a mother, 460
Methought, you saw a serpent: What's in mother,
That you start at it? I say, I am your mother ;
And put you in the catalogue of those
That were enwombed mine : 'Tis often seen,
Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds.
You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
Yet. I express to you a mother's care :-
God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood,
To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter, 470
That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye?
Why is -that you are my daughter ?
Hel. That I am not.


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Count. I say, I am your mother.

Hel. Pardon, madam.
The count Rousillon cannot be my brother':
I am from humble, he from honour'd name;
No note upon my parents, his all noble.
My master, my dear lord he is; and I i 480
His servant live, and will his vassal die :
He must not be my brother.

Count. Nor 1 your mother?
Hel. You are 'my mother, madam; would you were
(So that my lord, your son, were nor' my brother),
Indeed, my mother-or, were you both our mothers
I care no more for, than I do for heaven.
So I were not his sister : can't no other,
But, I your daughter, he must be my brother ?.
Count. Yes, Helen, you might be, my daughter-in.

God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother!
So strive upon your pulse': :What, pale again ?'.
My fear hath catch'd your fondness.--Now I see
The mystery of your loneliness, and find
Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross,
You love my son; invention is ashamid,
Against the proclamation of thy passion,
To say, thou dost not: therefore tell me true;
But tell me then 'tis so :-For, look, thy cheeks
Confess it one to the other; and thine eyes

See it so grosly shewn in thy behaviour,
That in their kind they speak, it : only sin
And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,


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