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sitionof that lasciuious yong boy the Count, haue I run
into this danger: yet who would haue suspected an ambush
where I was taken?
into this danger: yet who would haue suspected an ambush
where I was taken?
Int.
There is no remedy sir, but you must dye: the
Generall sayes, you that haue so traitorously discouerd
the secrets of your army, and made such pestifferous reports
of men very nobly held, can serue the world for
no honest vse: therefore you must dye. Come headesman,
off with his head.
There is no remedy sir, but you must dye: the
Generall sayes, you that haue so traitorously discouerd
the secrets of your army, and made such pestifferous reports
of men very nobly held, can serue the world for
no honest vse: therefore you must dye. Come headesman,
off with his head.
Par.
O Lord sir let me liue, or let me see my death.
O Lord sir let me liue, or let me see my death.
Int.
That shall you, and take your leaue of all your friends:
So, looke about you, know you any heere?
That shall you, and take your leaue of all your friends:
So, looke about you, know you any heere?
Count.
Good morrow noble Captaine.
Good morrow noble Captaine.
Lo.E.
God blesse you Captaine Parolles.
God blesse you Captaine Parolles.
Cap.G.
God saue you noble Captaine.
God saue you noble Captaine.
Lo.E.
Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord
Lafew? I am for France.
Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord
Lafew? I am for France.
Cap.G.
Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of
the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalfe of the Count
Rossillion, and I were not a verie Coward, I'de compell
Exeunt.it of you, but far you well.
Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of
the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalfe of the Count
Rossillion, and I were not a verie Coward, I'de compell
Exeunt.it of you, but far you well.
Int.
You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe,
that has a knot on't yet.
You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe,
that has a knot on't yet.
Par.
Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?
Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?
Inter.
If you could finde out a Countrie where but
women were that had receiued so much shame, you
might begin an impudent Nation. Fare yee well sir, I
am for France too, we shall speake of you there. Exit
Par. Yet am I thankfull: if my heart were great
'Twould burst at this: Captaine Ile be no more,
But I will eate, and drinke, and sleepe as soft
As Captaine shall. Simply the thing I am
Shall make me liue: who knowes himselfe a braggart
Let him feare this; for it will come to passe,
That euery braggart shall be found an Asse.
Rust sword, coole blushes, and Parrolles liue
Safest in shame: being fool'd, by fool'rie thriue;
There's place and meanes for euery man aliue.
Exit.Ile after them.
If you could finde out a Countrie where but
women were that had receiued so much shame, you
might begin an impudent Nation. Fare yee well sir, I
am for France too, we shall speake of you there. Exit
Par. Yet am I thankfull: if my heart were great
'Twould burst at this: Captaine Ile be no more,
But I will eate, and drinke, and sleepe as soft
As Captaine shall. Simply the thing I am
Shall make me liue: who knowes himselfe a braggart
Let him feare this; for it will come to passe,
That euery braggart shall be found an Asse.
Rust sword, coole blushes, and Parrolles liue
Safest in shame: being fool'd, by fool'rie thriue;
There's place and meanes for euery man aliue.
Exit.Ile after them.
Enter Hellen, Widdow, and Diana.
Hel.
That you may well perceiue I haue not wrong'd you,
One of the greatest in the Christian world
Shall be my suretie: for whose throne 'tis needfull
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneele.
Time was, I did him a desired office
Deere almost as his life, which gratitude
Through flintie Tartars bosome would peepe forth,
And answer thankes. I duly am inform'd,
His grace is at Marcellæ, to which place
We haue conuenient conuoy: you must know
I am supposed dead, the Army breaking,
My husband hies him home, where heauen ayding,
And by the leaue of my good Lord the King,
Wee'l be before our welcome.
That you may well perceiue I haue not wrong'd you,
One of the greatest in the Christian world
Shall be my suretie: for whose throne 'tis needfull
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneele.
Time was, I did him a desired office
Deere almost as his life, which gratitude
Through flintie Tartars bosome would peepe forth,
And answer thankes. I duly am inform'd,
His grace is at Marcellæ, to which place
We haue conuenient conuoy: you must know
I am supposed dead, the Army breaking,
My husband hies him home, where heauen ayding,
And by the leaue of my good Lord the King,
Wee'l be before our welcome.
Wid.
Gentle Madam,
You neuer had a seruant to whose trust
Your busines was more welcome.
Gentle Madam,
You neuer had a seruant to whose trust
Your busines was more welcome.
Hel.
Nor your Mistris
Euer a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompence your loue: Doubt not but heauen
Hath brought me vp to be your daughters dower,
As it hath fated her to be my motiue
And helper to a husband. But O strange men,
That can such sweet vse make of what they hate,
When sawcie trusting of the cosin'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night, so lust doth play
With what it loathes, for that which is away,
But more of this heereafter: you Diana,
Vnder my poore instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalfe.
Nor your Mistris
Euer a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompence your loue: Doubt not but heauen
Hath brought me vp to be your daughters dower,
As it hath fated her to be my motiue
And helper to a husband. But O strange men,
That can such sweet vse make of what they hate,
When sawcie trusting of the cosin'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night, so lust doth play
With what it loathes, for that which is away,
But more of this heereafter: you Diana,
Vnder my poore instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalfe.
Dia.
Let death and honestie
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Vpon your will to suffer.
Let death and honestie
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Vpon your will to suffer.
Hel.
Yet I pray you:
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When Briars shall haue leaues as well as thornes,
And be as sweet as sharpe: we must away,
Our Wagon is prepar'd, and time reuiues vs,
All's well that ends well, still the fines the Crowne;
Exeunt.What ere the course, the end is the renowne.
Yet I pray you:
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When Briars shall haue leaues as well as thornes,
And be as sweet as sharpe: we must away,
Our Wagon is prepar'd, and time reuiues vs,
All's well that ends well, still the fines the Crowne;
Exeunt.What ere the course, the end is the renowne.
Enter Clowne, old Lady, and Lafew.
Laf.
No, no, no, your sonne was misled with a snipt
taffata fellow there, whose villanous saffron wold haue
made all the vnbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his
colour: your daughter-in-law had beene aliue at this
houre, and your sonne heere at home, more aduanc'd
by the King, then by that red-tail'd humble Bee I speak of.
No, no, no, your sonne was misled with a snipt
taffata fellow there, whose villanous saffron wold haue
made all the vnbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his
colour: your daughter-in-law had beene aliue at this
houre, and your sonne heere at home, more aduanc'd
by the King, then by that red-tail'd humble Bee I speak of.
La.
I would I had not knowne him, it was the death
of the most vertuous gentlewoman, that euer Nature
had praise for creating. If she had pertaken of my flesh
and cost mee the deerest groanes of a mother, I could
not haue owed her a more rooted loue.
I would I had not knowne him, it was the death
of the most vertuous gentlewoman, that euer Nature
had praise for creating. If she had pertaken of my flesh
and cost mee the deerest groanes of a mother, I could
not haue owed her a more rooted loue.
Laf.
Twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. Wee
may picke a thousand sallets ere wee light on such
another hearbe.
Twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. Wee
may picke a thousand sallets ere wee light on such
another hearbe.
Clo.
Indeed sir she was the sweete Margerom of the
sallet, or rather the hearbe of grace.
Indeed sir she was the sweete Margerom of the
sallet, or rather the hearbe of grace.
Laf.
They are not hearbes you knaue, they are nose-hearbes.
They are not hearbes you knaue, they are nose-hearbes.
Clowne.
I am no great Nabuchadnezar sir, I haue not
much skill in grace.
I am no great Nabuchadnezar sir, I haue not
much skill in grace.
Laf.
Whether doest thou professe thy selfe, a knaue
or a foole?
Whether doest thou professe thy selfe, a knaue
or a foole?
Clo.
A foole sir at a womans seruice, and a knaue at a mans.
A foole sir at a womans seruice, and a knaue at a mans.
Laf.
Your distinction.
Your distinction.
Clo.
I would cousen the man of his wife, and do his seruice.
I would cousen the man of his wife, and do his seruice.
Laf.
So you were a knaue at his seruice indeed.
So you were a knaue at his seruice indeed.
Clo.
And I would giue his wife my bauble sir to doe
her seruice.
And I would giue his wife my bauble sir to doe
her seruice.
Laf.
I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knaue
and foole.
I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knaue
and foole.
Clo.
At your seruice.
At your seruice.
Laf.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
Clo.
Why sir, if I cannot serue you, I can serue as
great a prince as you are.
Why sir, if I cannot serue you, I can serue as
great a prince as you are.
Laf.
Whose that, a Frenchman?
Whose that, a Frenchman?
Clo.
Faith sir a has an English maine, but his fisnomie
is more hotter in France then there.
Faith sir a has an English maine, but his fisnomie
is more hotter in France then there.
Laf.
What prince is that?
What prince is that?
Clo.
The blacke prince sir, alias the prince of darkenesse,
alias the diuell.
The blacke prince sir, alias the prince of darkenesse,
alias the diuell.
Laf.
Hold thee there's my purse, I giue thee not this
to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st off, serue
him still.
Hold thee there's my purse, I giue thee not this
to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st off, serue
him still.
Clow.
