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hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse ; which Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy are the only prologues to a bad voice?

Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. 2 Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him, two gipsies on a horse.

Methought he was a brother to your daughter:

But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born;
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And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
I.

Of many desperate studies by bis uncle,
It was a lover, and his lass,

Whom he reports to be a great magician,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

Obscured in the circle of this forest.
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.
In the spring time, the only pretty rank time,
When birds do sing, hey, ding a ding, ding;

Jag. There is, sure, another flood toward, and Sweet lovers love the spring.

these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes

a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues II.

are called fools. Between the acres of the rye,

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome ; This is These pretty country folks would lie,

the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often In spring time, &c.

met in the forest: He hath been acourtier, he swears.

Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me III.

to my purgation. I have trod a measure; I have This carol they began that hour,

flattered a lady; I have been politic with my friend, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

smooth with mine enemy; I have undone three Hor that a life was but a flower

tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have In spring time, 8c.

fought one. IV.

Jaq. And how was that ta'en ap? And therefore take the present time,

Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ;

was upon the seventh cause. Por love is crowned with the prime

Jaq. How seventh cause ?-Good my lord, like In spring time, &c.

Duke S. I like him very well. (this fellow.

Touch. God'ild you, sir; I desire you of the Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the was no greater matter in the ditty, yet the vote was country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; very untaneable.

according as marriage binds, and blood breaks :1 Page. You are deceived, sir; we kept time, A poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but we lost not our time.

mine owo; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take

that, Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time that no man else will: Rich honesty dwells like a lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pear), in your and God mend your voices ! Come, Audrey.

foul oyster.

[tentions. [Exeunt. Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and sen SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Forest.

Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such

dulcet diseases. Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO,

Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you OLIVER, and CELIA.

find the quarrel on the seventh cause? Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;

-Bear can do all this that he hath promised ?

-your body more seeming, Audrey :-as thus, sir. Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not; I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard; As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. he sent me word, if I said bis beard was not cat well, Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and Phebe.

he was in the mind it was: This is called the Re

tort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was not Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please

himself: This is called the Quip modest. If again, Yon say, if I bring in your Rosalind, (To the Duke.) it was not well cut, be disabled my judgment : You will bestow her on Orlando here?

This is call'd the Reply churlish. If again, it was Duke 8. That would I, had I kingdoms to give not well cut, he would answer, I spake not true : with ber.

This is call’d the Reproof valiant. if again, it was Ros. And you say, you will bave her, when I not well cut, he would say, I lie. This is call'd the bring her?

(To Orlando.) Countercheck quarrelsome: and so to the Lie circumOrl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. stantial, and the Lie direct.

[well cut ? Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not

(To Phebe.) Touch. I durst go no further than the Lie circumPhe. That will I, should I die the hour after. stantial, nor he darst not give me the Lie direct;

Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, and so we measured swords, and parted.
You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd ? Jaq: Can you nominate in order now the degrees
Phe. So is the bargain.

of the lie? Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she Touch. O, sir, we quarrel in print, by the book ; will?

(To Silvius.) | as you have books for good manners : I will name Si. Though to have ber and death were both one you the degrees. The first, the Retort courteous ; thing.

[even. the second, the Qaip modest; the third, the Reply Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter churlish; the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, Keep you your word, O duke, to give your the Countercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie daughter;

with circumstance; the seventh, the Lie direct. All You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter: these you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me; may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd : justices could not take up a quarrel; bat when the Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, parties were met themselves, one of them thought If she refuse me and from hence I go, but of an If, as, If you said so, then I said so; And To make these doubts all even.

they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your If is [Exeunt Rosalind and Celia, the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.

urg'd:

Jag. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as His brother here, and put him to the sword: good at any thing, and yet a fool.

And to the skirts of this wild wood he came; Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking horse, Where, meeting with an old religious man, and under presentation of that, he shoots his wit. After some question with him, was converted

Both from his enterprize and from the world : Enter HYMEN, leading RosALIND in woman's

His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, clothes ; and CELIA.

And all their lands restor’d to them again
Still Music.

That were with him exil'd: This to be true,
Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,

I do engage my life.
Duke s.

Welcome, young man ;
When earthly things made even
Atone together.

Thou offer’st fairly to thy brother's wedding :

To one, his lands withheld ; and to the other,
Good duke, receive thy dauyhter,

A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
Hymen from heaven brought her,

First, in this forest, let us do those ends,
Yea brought her hither;

That here were well begun, and well begot :
That thou might'st join her hand with his,

And after, every of this happy number,
Whose heart within her bosom is.

That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us, Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. Shall share the good of our returned fortune,

(To Duke S.) | According to the measure of their states. To you I give myself, for I am yours.

Meantime, forget this new-fall’n dignity,

(To Orlando.) | Apd fall into our rustic revelry: Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my Play, music ;-and you brides and bridegrooms all, daughter.

(Rosalind. With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall. Orl, If there be truth in sight, you are my Jaq. Sir, by your patience ; if I heard you rightly, Phe. If sight and shape be true,

The duke hath put on a religious life, Why then,-my love, adieu !

And thrown into neglect the pompous court? Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he:

Jaq. de B. He hath.

(To Duke S.) Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites I'll have no husband, if you be not he:

There is much matter to be heard and learu'd.

(To Orlando.) You to your former honour I bequeath; Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not shè. (To Phebe.)

(To Duke S.) Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion :

Your patience, and your virtue, well deserves it : 'Tis I must make conclusion

You (to Orlando) to a love that your true faith doth Of these most strange events !

merit:

(allies : Here's eight that must take hands, You (to Oliver) to your land, and love, and great To join in Hymen's bands,

You (to Silvius) to a long and well-deserved bed :If truth holds true contents.

And you (to Touchstone) to wrangling; for thy You and you no cross shall part :

loving voyage

[sures ; (To Orlando and Rosalind.) Is but for two months viotuall'd:-So to your pleaYou and you are heart in heart:

I am for other than for dancing measures. (To Oliver and Celia.) Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. You (To Phebe) to his love must accord, Jaq. To see no pastime,I :-what you would have Or have a woman to your lord :

I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. You and you are sure together,

Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these (To Touchstone and Audrey.)

rites, As the winter to foul weather.

And we do trast they'll end in true delights. Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,

(A dance.) Feed yourselves with questioning;

EPILOGUE. That reason wonder may diminish,

Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epiHow thus we met, and these things finish. logue : but it is no more unbandsome, than to see SONG.

the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good wine Wedding is great Juno's crown;

needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needs no O blessed bond of board and bed!

epilogue : Yet to good wine they do use good 'Tis Hymen peoples every town ;

bushes; and good plays prove the better by the High wedlock then be honoured:

help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, Honour, high honour and renown,

that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuTo Hymen, god of every town!

ate with you in the behalf of a good play? I am not

furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not Duke S. O, my dear niece, welcome thou art to me; become me: my way is, to conjure you, and I'll Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.

begin with the women. I charge you,

0 women, Phe. I will not eat my word: now thou art mine; | for the love you bear to men, to like as much of Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.

(To Silvius.) men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive

this play as please them: and so I charge you, o Enter JAQUES DE Bois.

by your simpering, none of you hate them, that beJaq.de B. Let me have audience for a word or two; tween you and the women, the play may please. If I am the second son of old sir Rowland,

I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had That bring these tidings to this fair assembly : beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me, Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as Men of great worth resorted to this forest, many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot, breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'In his own conduci, purposely to take

sy, bid me farewell.

[Exeunt,

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Act II. Scene 3.
PERSONS REPRESENTED.
KING OF FRANCE.

A Page.
DUKE OF FLORENCE.

COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, Mother to Bertram. BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.

HELENA, a Gentlewoman protected by the Countess. LAFEU, an old Lord.

An old Widow of Florence. PAROLLES, a Follower of Bertram.

DIANA, Daughter to the Widow. Seceral young French Lórds, that serve with Bertram VIOLENTA, } Neighbours and Friends to the Widow. in the Florentine War.

MARIANA, Steward,

Lords, attending on the King; officers, Soldiers, &c. Clown, } Servants to the Countess of Rousillon.

French and Florentine.
SCENE,- Partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.

ACT I.

Laf. A fistula, my lord. SCENE I.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Ber. I heard not of it before. Palace.

Laf. I would, it were not notorious.—Was this Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? HELENA, and LAFEU, in mourning.

Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed Count. In delivering my son from me, I bary a to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good, second husband.

that her education promises : ber dispositions she Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my fa- inherits, which make fair gifts fairer ; for where an tber's death anew but I must attend his majesty's unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there comcommand, to whom I am now in ward, evermore mendations go with pity, they are virtues and traiin sabjection.

tors too; in her, they are the better for their simpleLaf. You shall find of the king a husband, ma ness; she derives her honesty, and achieves her dam; you, sir, a father : He, that so generally is goodness.

[tears. at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from her to you; whose worthiness would stir it op where Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such her praise in. The remembrance of her father abundance.

[amendment? never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her Count. What hope is there of his majesty's sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No

Laf. He hath abandoned bis physicians, madam; more of this, Helena, go to, no more ; lest it be raunder whose practices he hath persecuted time with ther thought you affect a sorrow, than to have. hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too. bat only the losing of hope by time.

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. (0, that had! bow sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretch excess makes it soon mortal. ed so far, would have made nature immortal, and Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. death should have play for lack of work. 'Would, Laf. How understand we that? (father for the king's sake, he were living! I think, it Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy would be the death of the king's disease.

In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, Laf. How called you the man you speak of, Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness madam ?

Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon. Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend

Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam ; the Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, king very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and Bat

never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will, mourningly: he was skilful enough to have lived That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, still, if knowledge could be set up against mor- Fall on thy head! Farewell.—My lord, tality.

[guishes of ? 'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord, Ber, What is it, my good lord, the king lan- | Advise him.

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Laf. He cannot want the best,

but lose by't: Out with't: within ten years it will That shall attend his love.

make itself ten, which is a goodly increase ; and Count. Heaven bless him!— Farewell, Bertram. the principle itself not much the worse : Away [Exit Countess. with't.

[own liking? Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her thoughts, (to HELENA) be servants to you! Be Pur. Let me see : Marry, ill, to like him, that comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss much of her.

with lying; the longer kept, the less worth : off Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the with't, while 'tis vendible: answer the time of recredit of your father. [Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu. quest. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her

Hel. 0, were that all!—I think not on my father : cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable : And these great tears grace his remembrance more just like the brooch and tooth-pick, which wear not Than those I shed for him. What was he like? now: Your date is better in your pie and your porI have forgot him: my imagination

ridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.

your old virginity, is like one of our French wiI am undone ; there is no living, none,

thered pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis If Bertram be away. It were all one,

a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, That I should love a bright particular star, yet, 'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing with And think to wed it, he is so above me :

Hel. Not my virginity yet.

[it? In his bright radiance and collateral light

There shall your master' have a thousand loves,
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself: A phenix, captain, and an enemy,
The hind, that would be mated by the lion, A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
Mast die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
To see him every hour; to sit and draw

His humble ambition, proud humility,
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
In our heart's table; heart, too capable

His faith, his sweet disaster ; with a world
Of every line and trick of his sweet favour: Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he-
Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? I know not what he shall :-God send him well!
Enter PAROLLES.

The court's a learning-place;--and he is one
One that goes with him : I love him for his sake; Par. What one, i'faith?
And yet I know him a notorious liar,

Hel. That I wish well.—'Tis pity-
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Par. What's pity?
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Which might be felt: that we, the poorer born,
Look bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft we see Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

Might with effects of them follow our friends, Par. Save you, fair queen.

And show what we alone must think; which never Hel. And monarch.

Returns us thanks. Par. No.

Enter a Page. Hel. And no.

Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. Par. Are you meditating on virginity?

[Exit Page. Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you; Par. Little Helen, farewell : if I can remember let me ask you a question : Man is enemy to vir: thee, I will think of thee at court. ginity; how may we barricado it against him? Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a Par. Keep him out.

Par. Under Mars, I.

(charitable star. Hel, Bat he assails; and our virginity, though Hel. I especially think, under Mars. valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to us Par. Why under Mars? some warlike resistance.

Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you Par. There is none; man, sitting down before must needs be born under Mars. you, will undermine you, and blow you up.

Par. When he was predominant. Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, Hel. When he was retrogade, I think, rather. and blowers up!- Is there no inilitary policy, how Par. Why think you so? virgins might blow up men?

Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight. Par. Virginity being blown down, man will Par. That's for advantage. quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down Hel. So is running away, wben fear proposes the again with the breach yourselves made, you lose safety: But the composition, that your valour and your city. It is not politic in the commonwealth fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of vir- | like the wear well. ginity is rational increase; and there was never Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That, you thee acutely : I will return persect courtier; in the were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, which, my instruction sball serve to naturalize thee, by being once lost, may be ten times found : by so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and being ever kept, it is ever lost: 'tis too cold a com understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else panion, away with it.

thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignoHel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore rance makes thee away: farewell. When thou hast I die a virgin.

leisure, say thy prayers ; when thou hast none, rePar. There's little can be said t; 'tis against member thy friends: get thee a good husband, and the rule of nature. To speak on the part of vir use him as he uses thee: so farewell. [Exit. ginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is most Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky a virgin; virginity murders itself; and should be Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as a Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. desperate offendress against natare. Virginity What power is it, which mounts my love so high ; breeds mites, much like a cheese ; consumes itself That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye ? to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his The mightiest space in fortune nature bring's owo stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, To join like likes, and kiss like native things. idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited Impossible be strange attempts, to those sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose | That weigh their pains in sense; and do suppose,

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ries yours.

What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove Expire before their fashions : —— This he wish'd :
To show her merit, that did miss her love? I, after him, do after him wish too,
The king's disease-my project may deceive me, Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home,
But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. I quickly were dissolved from my hive,

[Exit. To give some labourers room. Scene II.Paris. A Room in the King's Palace.

2 Lord.

You are loved, sir; Pourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. with letters; Lords and others attending.

King. I kill a place, I know't.-How long is't, King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ;

count, Have fought with equal fortune, and continue

Since the physician at your father's died ?

He was much fam'd. A braving war.

Ber. 1 Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.

Some six months since, my lord.

King. If he were living, I would try him yet;King. Nay,'tis most credible; we here receive it

Lend me an arm ;-the rest have worn me out A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,

With several applications :-nature and sickness With caution, that the Florentine will move us

Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; For speedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend

My son's no dearer. Prejudicates the basiness, and would seem

Ber.

Thank your majesty.
To have us'make denial.
1 Lord.
His love and wisdom,

(Exeunt. Flourish. Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead

SCENE III.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's For amplest credence.

Palace, King.

He hath arm'd our answer, Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown, And Florence is denied before he comes :

Count. I will now hear: what say you of this Yet, for our gentlemen, that inean to see

gentlewoman? The Tascan service, freely they have leave

Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your To stand on either part.

content, I wish might be found in the calendar of 2 Lord. It may well serve

my past endeavours; for then we wound our moA nursery to our gentry, who are sick

desty, and make foul the clearness of our deserv. For breathing and exploit.

ings, when of ourselves we publish them. King. What's be come here?

Count. What does this knave here? Get you Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES. gone, sirrah : The complaints I have heard of you, 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, I do not all believe; "tis my slowness, that I do Young Bertram.

not: for, I know, you lack not the folly to commit King. Youth, thoa bear'st thy father's face; them, and have ability enough to make such knaveFrank natare, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts

clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Count. Well, sir.

[poor fellow. Ber. My thanks and daty are your majesty's.

Clo, No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, though many of the rich are damn'd: Bat if I may As when thy father, and myself in friendship have your ladyship’s good-will to go to the world, First try'd our soldiership! He did look fur Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. Into the service of the time, and was

Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? Discipled of the bravest : he lasted long;

Clo. I do beg your good-will in this case. Bat op us both did haggish age steal on,

Count. In what case? And wore us out of act. It much repairs me

Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is To talk of your good father : In his youth

no heritage : and, I think, I shall never have the He had the wit, which I can well observe

blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for, To-day in our yoang lords ; but they may jest, they say, bearns are blessings. Till their own scorn return to them annoted,

Count. Tell me thy reason why thou will marry. Ere they can hide their levity in honour.

Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,

the devil drives. His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, Count. Is this all your worship’s reason? Clock to itself, knew the true minute, when

Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, such as they are. His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below him, Count. May the world know them? He as'd as creatures of another place ;

Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do Making them proud of his bumility,

marry, that I may repent.

[ness. In their poor praise be humbled : Such a man Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedMight be a copy to these younger times ;

Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to Wbicb, follow'd well, would démonstrate them have friends for my wife's sake. Bat goers backward.

(now Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. Ber.

His good remembrance, sir, Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;

for the knaves come to do that for me, wbich I am So in approof lives not his epitaph,

a-weary of. He, that ears my land, spares my As in your royal speech.

team, and gives me leave to inn the crop : If I be King. 'Would I were with him! He would al- his cuckold, he's my drudge : He, that comforts my ways say,

wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, (Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, and blood; be, that loves my flesh and blood, is my To grow there, and to bear, Let me not live, friend : ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my friend. Thus his good melancholy oft began,

If men could be contented to be what they are, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,

there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon When it was out,-let me not live, quoth he, the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howsoe'er After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff

their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses both one, they may joll horns together, like any All but new things disdain; whose judgments are deer i' the herd.

[calumnious knave? Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and

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