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LAF. No, no, no.

Cle. Why, fir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are.

LAF. Who's that? a Frenchman?

Clo. 'Faith, fir, he has an English name ; but his phisnomy is more honour'd in France, than there.

LAF. What prince is that?

Clo. The black prince, fir; alias, the prince of darkness; alias, the devil.

LAF. Hold thee, there's my # purse: I give thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'it of, ferve him ftill.

Clo. I am a wood-land fellow, fir, that always lov'd a great fire; and the master, I speak of, ever keeps a good fire. But, for he is the prince of the world, let his nobility remain in his court; I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: fome, that humble themselves, may, but the many will be too chill and tender; and they'll be for the flow'ry way, that leads to the broad gate, and the

Lar. Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee ; and I tell thee so before, because 'I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways ; let my horses be well look'd to, without any tricks.

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, fir, they shall be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.

(Exit Clown. LAF. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy.

Cou. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made himself much sport out of him: by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his fauciness; and,

great fire.

$ English maine, 6 more hotter in

15 but sure he

indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will.

LAF. I like him well; 'tis not amiss : and I was about to tell you, Since I heard of the good lady's death, and that

lord your
son was upon

his return home, I moved the king, my master, to speak in the behalf of my daughter; which, in the minority of them both, his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did first propose : his highness hath promis'd me to do it; and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship like it?

Cou. With very much content, my lord; and I wish it happily effected.

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

Cou. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I dye. I have letters, that my son will be here to-night: I shall beseech your lordship, to remain with me 'till they meet together.

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

Cou. You need but plead your honourable priviledge.

LAF. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank

God, it holds yet.

Re-enter Clown, Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under'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.

LAF. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour : so, belike, is that.

Clo. But it is your carbinado'd face.

LAF. Let us go see your son, I pray you ; I long to talk with the young noble soldier.

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


SCENE I. Marseilles. A Street,
Enter HELENA, Widow, and Diana,

with two Attendants.

Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and night,
Muft wear your spirits low : we cannot help it;
But, fince you have 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 fave you,

Gen. And you.
HEL, Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
Gen. 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 sharp occasions,
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues, for the which

I shall continue thankful.
Gen. What's


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. Gen. The king's not here. Hei. Not here, sir?

Gen. Not, indeed :
He hence remov'd last night, and with more hafte
Than is his use.

Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !

Hel. All's well, that ends well, yet ;
Though time seem so adverse, and means unfit. –
I do beseech you, whither is he gone ?

Gen. Marry, as I take it, to Rofillion ;
Whither I am going.

Hel. I do 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 coře after you, with what good speed
Our means will make us means.
Gen. This I'll do for

HEL. And you shall find yourself to be well thank’d,
Whate'er falls more. - We must to horse again ;
Go, go, provide.


SCENE II. Rofillion. Inner-Court of the Palace.

Enter Clown, PAROLLES following. PAR. Good Mr. Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this let?


ter: I have ere now, fir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher cloaths ; but I am now, fir, muddy'd in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Prythee, allow the wind.

Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, fir; I fpake but by a metaphor.

Clo. Indeed, fir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr’ythee, get thee further. Par. Pray you, fir, deliver this

paper. Clo. Foh! pr’ythee, stand away ; A paper from fortune's close-ftool to give to a nobleman! Look, here

Enter LAFEU. he comes himself. - Here is a pur of fortune's, fir, or of fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat) that has fallen into the unclean filh-pond of her displeasure, and, as he fays, is muddy'd withal : Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decay'd, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my fimilies of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.

[Exit Clown. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratch'd.

LAF. And what would you have me to do ? 'tis too late her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her ? There's a T quart-d’ecu

to pare

3 fortunes mood,

2+ smiles of

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