fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can ferve the world for no very honest use; therefore you must die. Come,' headsman, off with his head. Par. O Lord, fir; let me live, or let me fee my death! Inter. That fhall you, and take your leave of all your friends. So, look about you; Know you any here? 2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles. [Unbinding bin. 2 Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my lord Lafeu? I am for France. I Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of that fame fonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Roufillon ? an I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you well. [Exeunt. Inter. You are undone, captain; all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet. Par. Who cannot be crufh'd with a plot? Inter. 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, fir; I am for France too; we shall speak of you there. [Exit. Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, 'Twould burft at this: Captain, l'il be no more; But I will eat and drink, and fleep as foft As captain fhall: fimply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, 1 beadfman]-executioner. [Exit. SCENE SCENE IV. The Widow's House at Florence. Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana. Hel. That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you, One of the greatest in the Chriftian world m Shall be my furety; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful, His My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, Wid. Gentle madam, You never had a servant, to whose trust Your bufinefs was more welcome. Hel. Nor you, mistress, Ever a friend, whofe thoughts more truly labour And helper to a husband. But O ftrange men! 9 When faucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts Dia. Let death and honefty Go with your impofitions, I am yours Hel. Yer, I 'fray you, But with the word: the time will bring on fummer, [Exeunt. Laf. No, no, no, your fon was mif-led with a ' foipttaffata fellow there; whofe " villainous faffron would have Pfaucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts]-lafcivious conceit of ftolen joys. for that]-miftaking it for that. I'fray you, But with the word:]-I only frighten you with the word fuffer a fhort time will usher in our joys.-I pray you. time revives us:]-the lucky circumftance of the King's vifit at Marseilles, roufes us, incites us to fet forward. t Snipt taffata fellow-coxcomb. villainous faffron]-deep-died vices were enough to infect a whole nation. Yellow ftarch was then much in wear, and faffron used in pastry. "I must have faffron to colour the warden pyes." WINTER'S TALE, A& ÍV, Sc. 2. Cle. made made all the unbak'd and doughy youth of a nation in his colour your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and your fon here at home, more advanced by the king, than by that " red-tail'd humble-bee I speak of. W Count, 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 coft me the dearest 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 fallads, ere we light on such another herb. Clo. Indeed, fir, fhe was the fweet-marjoram of the fallet, or, rather, the herb of grace. Laf. They are not fallet-herbs, you knave, they are, nofe-herbs. Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, fir, I have not much skill in grass. Laf. Whether doft thou profess thyself; a knave, or a fool? Clo. A fool, fir, at a woman's fervice, and a knave at a man's. Laf. Your diftinction? Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service. Laf. So you were a knave at his fervice, indeed. Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, fir, to do her service. Laf. I will fubfcribe for thee; thou art both knave and fool. Clo. At your service. "red-tail'd bumble-bee]-poltron in scarlet. my bauble,]-a kind of small mace, or truncheon, part of the furniture of a fool. Laf. No, no, no. Clo. Why, fir, if I cannot serve you, I can ferve as great a prince as you are. Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman? Clo. Faith, fir, he has an English name; but his phifnomy 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 fuggeft thee from thy mafter thou talk'st of; serve him ftill. a Clo. I am a woodland 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 flowery way, that leads to the broad gate, and the great fire. Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of thee; and I tell thee fo before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my horfes be well look'd to, without any tricks. Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, fir, they fhall be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of na ture. b Laf. A fhrewd knave, and an unhappy. [Exit. Count. 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 faucinefs; and, indeed, he has no place, but runs where he will. с y more honour'd]-for its dark complexion, fo fimilar to their ownmore hotter. 2 fuggeft thee]-feduce thee. a fince-fure. bunhappy.]-unlucky, a wag. C no place,]-no determinate itation, or office in the family.no pace. Laf. |