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friend : ergo,
old, he's my drudge. He, that comforts my wife, is
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 :
“ 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.
Clo. “ Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,
[Singing. " Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
« Fond done, done fond ;
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.
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
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,
Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
Count. Nay, a mother;
Count. I say, I am your mother.
Hel. Pardon, madam.