in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the beft that is. In a retreat be out-runs any lacquey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp. Int. If your life be faved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine ? Par. Ay, and the Captain of his horfe, Count Roufillon. Int. I'll whisper with the General and know his pleasure. Par. I'll no more drumming, a plague of all drums! Only to feem to deferve well, and to beguile the fuppofition of that lascivious young boy the Count, have I run into danger; yet who would have fufpected an ambush where I was taken? [Afide. Int. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die; the General fays, you, that have fo traite roufly difcovered the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can ferve the world for no honeft ufe; therefore you muft die. Come, headfman, off with his head. Par. O Lord, Sir, let me live, or let me fee my death. Int. That fhall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [Unbinding him. So, look about you; know you any here? Ber. Good morrow, noble Captain. 2 Lord. God bless you, Captain Parolles. 2 Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France. Lord. Good Captain, will you give me a copy of that fame fonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Roufillon? If I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you well. [Exeunt. Int. You are undone, Captain, all but your scarf; that has a knot on't yet. Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot? Ins. If you could find out a country where but women were that had receiv'd fo much fhame, you might begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we shall fpeak of you there. : [Exit Par. Yet am I thankful if my heart were great, Twould burft at this. Captain I'll be no more, But I will eat and drink, and fleep as foft, As Captain fhall. Simply the thing I am Shall make me live: who knows himself a braggart, [Exit SCENE changes to the Widow's House, at Florence. Enter Helena, Widow and Diana. Hat you may well perceive I have not wrong'd Dear a'moft as his life; which gratitude My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, We'll be before our welcome. Wid. Gentle Madam, You never had a fervant, to whofe trust Your bufinefs was more welcome. Hel. Nor you, Mistress, Ever a friend, whofe thoughts more truly labour To recompence your love: doubt not, but heav'n Hath Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower.. And helper to a husband. But, O strange men! Dia. Let death and honefty Go with your impofitions, I am yours Hel. Yet I pray you : But with the word the time will bring on fummert (34) Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us ;. (35) All's well, that ends well; fill the fine's the crown;. Whate'er the courfe, the end is the renown. [Exeunt. (34). Our ruaggon is prepar'd, and time revives us ;] The word revives conveys fo little idea of fenfe here, that it feems very liable to fufpicion. How could time revive thefe travelling adventurers? Helen could not have fo poor a thought as to mean, "tho' we were tir'd. "last night, yet repofe has given us fresh vigour, and now time revives us for a new fatigue." Can it then have this meaning? The confequences of our enterprize, and the happy iffue that may crown it in time, revive our fpirits, and animate us to a chearful .... profecution. ·Mr. Warburton very reasonably conjectures, that we fhould read, and time revyes us; i. e. looks us in the face, calls upon us to haften ; (35) All's well, that ends well; ftill that finds the crown;] What finds? There is no fubftantive in the preceding branch of the fentence to answer to this relative. But this is the reading only of Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope; I have reftor'd the genuine text from the first Felio. Our author is alluding to the Latin proverbial Gnome; Fints coronat opus. And he elfewhere ufes the fine, to fignify, the end, the iffue. So Benedick, in Much Ado about Nothing. and the fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I will live a batchellor. SCENE changes to Roufillon in France. Enter Countefs, Lafeu, and Clown. Laf. No, taffata fellow there, whofe vaillainous faffron would have made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour. Your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour, and your fon here at home more advanc'd by the King than by the red-tail'd humble-bee I speak of. Count. I would, I had not known him! it was the death of the moft virtuous Gentlewoman that ever Nature had praise for creating; if the had partaken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, E 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 fuch another herb. Clo. Indeed, Sir, 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, Sir, I have not mach skill in grass. Laf. Whether doft thou profefs thyself, a knave or a fool? Clo. A fool, Sir, 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. fervice. Laf. So you were a knave at his fervice, indeed. do her fervice. Laf. I will fubfcribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool. Clo. At yout fervice. Laf. No, no, no. Clo Clo. Why, Sir, if I cannot serve you, I can ferve as great a prince as you are. Laf. Who's that, a Frenchman? Clo. Faith, Sir, he has an English name; but his phifnomy is more hotter in France than there. Laf. What Prince is that? Clo. The black Prince, Sir, alias the Prince of Darkness, alias the Devil. Laf. Hold thee, there's my purfe; I give thee not this to feduce thee from thy mafter thou talk'ft of, ferve him ftill. Clo. I'm a woodland fellow, Sir, that always lov'd a great fire; and the mafter I fpeak of ever keeps a good fire; but, fure, he is the Prince of the world, let his nobility remain in's 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 great fire. Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a weary of thee, and I tell thee so 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, they fhall be jades tricks, which are their own right by the law of Na[Exit. ture. Laf. A fhrewd knave, and an unhappy. Count. So he is. My Lord, that's gone, made hinifelf much fort out of him; by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his fawcinefs; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will. Laf. I like him well, 'tis not amifs; and I was about to tell you, fince I heard of the good Lady's death, and that my Lord your Son was upon his return home. I mov'd the King my mafter to speak in the behalf of my daughter; which in the minority of them both, his Majefty, out of a felf-gracious remembrance, did frit propofe; his Highnefs hath promis'd me to do it; and |