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not have ; what an honest man should have, he has nothing.
1. L. “I begin to love him for this.”
BER. “For this description of thine honesty! A pox” “upon him for me! he's more and more a cat.
1. S. What say you to his expertness in war ?
Par. 'Faith, fir, h'as led the drum before the English tragedians, - to belye him, I will not, – and more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that country, he had the honour to be an officer at a place there called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of files : I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain.
1. L. “He hath out-villain'd villany so far, that” “the rarity redeems him.”
BER. " A pox on him! he's a cat still.
1. S. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask
corrupt him to revolt. PAR. Sir, for a quart-d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the intail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession in it perpetually
1. S. What's his brother, the other captain Dumaine ? 2. L. “Why does he ask him of me?" 1. S. What's he?
PAR. E'en a crow o'the same neft ; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is : In a retreat he out-runs any lacquey; marry, in coming on he has
1. S. If your life be saved, will you undertake to
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betray the Florentine? Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, count Rofillion.
1. S. 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 be” "guile the supposition of that lascivious young boy the” "count, have I run into this danger : Yet who would” “have suspected an ambush where I was taken ?"
1. S. There is no remedy, fir, but you must dye : the general says, you, that have fo traiterously discovered the secrets of your army, and made such peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honeft use; therefore you must dye :- Come, headsman, off with his head.
PÅR. O lord, fir; let me live, or let me see death! 1. S. That shall you, and take your leave of all your
[unbinding him. So, look about you ; Know you any here?
Ber. Good morrow, noble captain.
2. L. Captain, what greeting will you to my lord Lafeu? I am for France.
1. L. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rofillion ? an I were not a very coward, I'd compell it of you; but fare
[Exeunt BERTRAM, Lords, &c. 1. S. You are undone, captain ; all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet.
PAR. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot ?
1. S. If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so much shame, you might begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, sir, I am for France too; we shall speak of you
PAR. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, "Twould burst at this: Captain I'll be no more ; But I will eat, and drink, and sleep, as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, That every braggart shall be found an ass. Rust, sword; cool, blushes ! and, Parolles, live, Safest in shame; being fool'd, by foolery thrive! There's place, and means, for every man alive. I'll after them.
[Exit. SCENE IV. Florence. A Room in the Widow's House.
Enter HelENA, Widow, and Diana. Hel. That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd One of the greatest in the christian world [you, Shall be my surety ; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful, Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel : Time was, I did him a desired office, Dear almost as his life ; which gratitude Through flinty Tartar's 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 must 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,
Dra. Let death and honesty
Hei. Yet, I pray you,
waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us :
SCENE V. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Palace.
Enter Countess, Lafey, and Clown. LAF. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipttaffeta fellow there; whose villanous saffron would have
made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at thiş hour ; and your fon here at home, more advancd by the king, than by that red-tail'd humble-bee I speak of.
Cou. 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 flesh, and cost me the deareft groans of a mother, I 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 another herb.
Clo. Indeed, fir, she was the sweet marjoram of the fallet; or, rather, the herb of grace.
LAF. They are not Callet-herbs, you knave, they are nose-herbs.
Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, fir, I have not much skill in grass.
LAF. Whether dost thou profess thyself; a knave, or a fool?
Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's.
LAF. Your distinction ?
Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service.
LAF. So you were a knaye at his service, indeed.
Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, fir, to do her service.
LAF. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both knave and fool.
Clo. At your service.
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