Gent. Marry, as I take it, t Rousillon; Whither I am going. Hel. I do beseech you, Sir, Since you are like to see the king before me, Gent. This I'll do for you. Hel. And you shall find yourself to be wellthank'd, Whate'er falls more.-We must to horse again; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Rousillon.-The inner Court of the COUNTESS'S Palace. Enter CLOWN and PAROlles. Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this letter: I have ere now, Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smells so strong as thou speak'st of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr'ythee, allow the wind. Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, Sir; I spake but by a metaphor. Clo. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr'ythee, get thee further. Par. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper. Clo. Foh, pr'ythee, stand away; a paper from fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself. Enter LAFE. Here is a pur of fortune's, Sir, or of fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean fish pond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied 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 smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. [Exit Clown. Par. My lord, I am a man wl.om fortune hath cruelly scratch'd. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you play'd 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 quart d'cou for you: let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business. Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single word. Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't; save your word⚫. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word then.-Cox' my passion! Give me your hand :-How does your drum? Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me. Laf. Was I, in sooth? And I was the first that lost thee. Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out. Laf. Out upon thee, knave! Dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the devil? One brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming, I know by his trumpets.-Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you. [Exeunt. SCENE III.—The same.-A Room in the COUNTESS'S Palace. Flourish.-Enter KING, COUNTESS, LA FEU, LORDS, GENTLEMEN, Guards, &c. King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem † Was made much poorer by it: but your son, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Her estimation home. You need not ask here it is. + Reckoning or estimate. But first I beg my pardon,-The young lord Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive; Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serve, Humbly call'd mistress. King. Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear.-Well, call him Laf. All that he is hath reference to your high ness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me. That set him high in fame. Enter BERTRAM. Laf. He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season ‡, For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail In me at once: but to the highest beams Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, The time is far again. Ber. My high-repented blames §, Dear sovereign, pardon to me. King. All is whole; Not one word more of the consumed time. Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first The dust that did offend it. King Well excused: That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away So in As you like it to have seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.' i. e. The first interview shall put an end to all recollection of the past. i. e. Of uninterrupted rain.' Of what should stead her most? Ber. My gracious sovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never her's. Count. Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it La I am sure, I saw her wear it. Br You are deceived, my lord, she never saw it; In Fiorence was it from a casement thrown me, Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Or her that threw it: noble she was, and thought I stood ingaged but when I had subscribed To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, I could not answer in that course of honour As she had made the overture, she ceased In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the ring again. King. Piutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicinet, Ber. She never saw it. King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine ho nour; And makest conjectural fears to come into me, Ber. It you shall prove This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet she never was. ¡Exit Bertram guarded. Enter a GENTLEMAN. King. I an. wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Who hath, for four or five removes, come short King. (Reads.]-Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice: Grant it me, O king; in you it best lies: otherwise a seducer flowrishes, and a poor maid is undone. Diana Capulet. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him; for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors :— Go, speedily, and bring again the count. [Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd. Count. Now, justice on the doers! Enter BERTRAM, guarded. King. I wonder, Sir, since wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, My suit, as I do understand, you know, Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny You give away this hand, and that is mine; That she, which marries you, must marry me, Laf. Your reputation [To Bertrum] coxies too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate crea Than in my thought it lies! Dia. Good my lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think King. What say'st thou to her? Ber. She's impudent, my lord ; And was a commion gamester to the camp. | He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: Of six preceding ancestors, that gem King. Methought, you said, You saw one here in court could witness it. He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, King. She hath that ring of yours. She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Dia. I must be patient; You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife, (Since you lack virtue, 1 will lose a husband) Ber. I have it not. King. What ring was yours, I pray you! The same upon your finger. King. Know you this ring? This ring was his of late. Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. King. The story then goes false, you threw it him Out of a casement. Dia. I have spoke the truth. Enter PAROLLES. Ber. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers. you. Is this the man you speak of? Dia. Ay, my lord. * King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I charge Not fearing the displeasure of your master, King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love this woman? Par. 'Faith, Sir, he did love her; but how? Par. He did love her, Sir, as a gentleman loves Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage ? Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure. King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Dia. I'll never tell you. Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege. King. I think thee now some common customer, Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty; Dia. Good mother-fetch my bail.-Stay, royal The jeweller, that owes the ring is sent for, Re-enter WIDOW with HELENA. Hel. No, my good lord; 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, Ber. Both, both; 0, pardon! Hel. 0, my good lord, when I was like this maid, clearly, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon : kerchief: so, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee: let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st?-Good Tom Drum, [To Parolles.] lend me a handPar. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talk'd of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed; and of other motions as promising her marriage, and things that would derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know. King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married: but thou art too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside.This ring, you say was yours? Dia. Ay, my good lord. King. Where did you buy it? Or who gave it you? Dia. It was not lent me, neither. Dia. I found it not. King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, How could you give it him? Dia. I never gave it him. King. Let us from point to point this story know, [To Diana. Advancing. b Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Ferando and Baptista and Petruchio. Alphonsus. Scene, sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Pe- Scene, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's Countrytruchio's House in the Country. house. INDUCTION. SCENE 1.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath. Sly. I'll pheese* you, in faith. Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris †, let the world slide: Sessa ‡! Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? Sly. No, not a denier :-Go by, says Jeronimy: Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee . Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the third borough [Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, Pil answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly. [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Wind Horns.-Enter a LORD from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd **, Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all ; To-morrow I intend to hunt again. 1 Hun. I will, my lord. Lord. What's here? One dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe ? 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord :-Were he not warm'd with ale, This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he waked. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth-less fancy. Then take him up, and manage well the jest:- hands? Some one be ready with a costly suit, Napkin. And that his lady mourns at his disease: 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part, As he shall think, by our true diligence, Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, And each one to his office, when he wakes.— [Some bear out Sly.-A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds;[Exit Servant. Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.Re-enter a SERVANT. How now? Who is it? Ser. An it please your honour, Players that offer service to your lordship. Lord. Bid them come near : Enter PLAYERS. Now, fellows you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I remember, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd. 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto, that your honour means. Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou didst it excellent.Well, you are come to me in happy time; The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, (For yet his honour never heard a play,) You break into some merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, Sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient. I Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain selves, our Were he the veriest antic in the world. Which in a napkin being close convey'd, See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst; [Exit Servant. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, When they do homage to this simple peasant. • Moderation. day? Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the over-leather. Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour! O, that a mighty man, of such descent, Sly. What, would you make a man? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lying'st knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught: Here's 1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants droop. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Or wilt thou sleep? We'll have thee to a couch, soar Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welk answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth: 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee straight Adonis, painted by a running brook; Lord. We'll shew thee Io, as she was a maid; 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood; Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds; So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. 1 Serv. And, till the tears, that she hath shed for thee, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, Sly. Am I a lord? And have I such a lady? * Distracted. |