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King of France.

Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram. Duke of Florence.

Helena, a gentlewoman protected by the Countess Bertram, Count of Rousillon.

An old Widow of Florence. Lafeu, an old Lord.

Diana, daughter to the widow. Parolles, a folloroer of Bertram. Several young French Lords, that serve with Bern Mariana, }neighbours and friends to the widov.

tram in the Florentine war. Steward,

Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers Clown, servants to the Counless of Rousillon.

fc. French and Florenline, A Page.

Scene, parlly in France, and partly in Tuscany.


Ber. I heard not of it before.

Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was this SCENE 1.—Rousillon. A Room in the Coun- gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?

tess's Palace. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Count. His sole child, my lord ; and bequeathed Rousillon, Helena, and Lateu, in mourning. to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her Countess.

good, that her education promises : her dispositions In delivering my son from me, I bury a second an unclean mind carries virtudes qualities, there husband.

commendations go with pity, they are virtues and Ber; And I, in going, madam, weep. o'er my traitors too ; in her they are the better for their father's death anew but I must attend his majes- simpleness ;* she derives her honesty, and achieves ty's command, to whom I am now in ward,' ever- her goodness. more in subjection.

Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, ma- her tears. dam ;-you, sir, a father: He that so generally is

Count, 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue her praise in. The remembrance of her father to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such sorrows takes all livelihoods from her cheek. No abundance.

more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lets it be Count. What hope is there of his majesty's rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have. amendment ?

He!. I do afiect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; too, under whose practices he hath persecuted time Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the with hope ; and finds no other advantare in the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. process but only the losing of hope by time.

Count. If the living be enemy to the gries, the Count. This young gentlewornan had a father excess makes it soon mortal. (0, that had !? how sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretch

Laf. How understand we that? ed so far, would have made nature immortal, and

Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed death should have play for lack of work. Would,

thy father for the king's sake, he were living! I think, it In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, would be the death of the king's disease.

Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Laf. How called you the man you speak of, Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, madam?

Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon. Under thy own life's key: be check for silence, Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the king But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will

, very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and mourn- That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck ingly; he was skilful enough to have lived still, ir

down, knowledge could be set up against mortality.

Fall on thy head! Farewell.-My lord, Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lan- 'Tis an unseason'd courtier ; good my lord, guishes of ?

Advise him. Laf. A fistula, my lord.


He cannot want the best

(1) Under his particular care, as my guardian. (4) i. e. Her excellencies are the better becauso

(2) The countess recollects her own loss of a they are artless, husband, and observes how heavily had passes (5) All appearance of life. through her mind.

(6) i. e. That may help thee with more and bet (3) Qualities of good brooding and erudition. Iter qualifications.

That shall attend his love,

Par. There's little can be said in't ; 'tis against Count. Heaven bless him!-Farewell, Bertram. the rule of nature. To speak on the part of vir.

[Exit Countess. ginity, is to accuse your mothers: which is most Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is thoughts, (To Helena.) be servants to you!' Be a virgin : virginity murders itself; and should be comfortable to my mother, your inistress, and make buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as much of her.

a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the breeds mites, much like a cheese ; consumes itself credit of your father. (Ere. Bertram and Lafeu. to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own

Hel. 0, were that all ! -I think not on my father ; stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, And these great tears grace his remembrance more inade of self-love, which is the most inhibited' sin Than those I shed for him. What was he like? in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but I have forgot him: my imagination

lose by't; Out with't: within ten years it will make Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.

itsell ten, which is a goodly increase; and the prinI am undone ; there is no living, none,

cipal itself not much the worse : Away with't. If Bertram be away. It were all one,

Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own That I should love a bright particular star, liking ? And think to wed it, he is so above me:

Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that In his bright radiance and collateral light ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloes Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

with lying; the longer kept, the less worth of The ambition in my love thus plagues itself : with't, while 'tis vendible: answer the time of reThe hind, that would be mated by the lion, quest. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable : To see him every hour; to sit and draw

just like the brooch and toothpick, which wear not His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, now: Your dates is better in your pie and your In our heart's table ;? heart, too capable porridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:* your old virginity, is like one of our French witherBut now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy ed pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'lis a Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, wet,

l'lis a withered pear: Will vou any thing with it? Enter Parolles.

Hel. Not my virginity ct.
One that goes with him: I love him for his sake; There shall your master have a thousand loyes,
And yet I know him a notorious liar,

A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; A phænix, captain, and an enemy,
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
Look bleak in the cold wind; withal, full oft we see His humble ambition, proud humility,
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
Par. Save you, fair queen.

His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
Hel. And you, monarch.

of pret'y, fond, adoptious christendoms, Par. No.

That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall heHel. And no.

I know not what he shall :-God send bim well! Par. Are you meditating on virginity ? The courl's a learning-place;—and he is one

Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you ; Par. What one, i'laith? let me ask you a question : Man is enemy to vir Hel. That I wish well.—'Tis pityginity ; how may we barricado it against him? Par. What's pity? Par. Keep him out.

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, Hel. But he assails ; and our virginity, though which might be felt: thut we, the poorer born, valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unsold to us Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, some warlike resistance.

Might with effects of them follow our friends, Par. There is none; man, sitting down before And show what we alone must think ;' which never you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Returns us thanks.

Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!- Is there no military policy, how

Enter a Page. virgins might blow up men?

Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will

(Erit Page. quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him Par. Little Helen, farewell : if I can remember down again, with the breach yourselves made, you thee, I will think of thce at court. lose your city. It is not politic in the common Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a wealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of charitable star. virginity is rational inerease; and there was never Par. Under Mars, I. virgin gol, till virginity was first lost. That, you Hel. I especially think, under Mars. were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, Par. Why under Mars ? by being once lost, may be ten times found: by Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you being ever kept, it is ever lost : 'tis too cold a com- must needs be born under Mars. panion, away with it.

Par. When he was predominant. Hel. 'I will stand for't a little, though therefore Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. I die a virgin.

Par. Why think you so ? (1) i. e. May you be mistress of your wishes, (5) Forbidden. and have power to bring them to effect.

(6) A quibble on date, which means age, and (2) Helena considers her heart as the tablet on candied fruit. which his resemblance was portrayed.

(7) i. e. And show by realities what we non (3) Peculiarity of feature. (4) Countenance, must only think.

Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight.. King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, Par. That's for advantage.

As when thy father, and myself, in friendship Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the first try'd our soldiership! Fie did look far safely: But the composition, that your valour and Into the scrvice of the time, and was fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; i like the wear well.

But on us both did huggish age steal on, Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer And wore us out of act. It much repairs me thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the To talk of your good father : In his youth which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, He had the wit, which I can well observe 80 thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, To-day in our young lords ; but they may jest and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine Ere they can hide their levity in honour. ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast Were in his pride or sharpness ; if they were, none, remember thy friends: get thee a good hus. His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, band, and use him as he uses thee: so farewell. Clock to itself, knew the true minute when

(Exit. Exception bid hiin speak, and, at this time, Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below him Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky He us'd as creatures of another place; Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. Making them proud of his humility, What power is it, which mounts my love so high; In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye ? Might be a copy to these younger times; The mightiest space in fortune nature brings Which, follow'd well, would démonstrate them now To join like likes, and kiss like native things. But goers backward. Impossible be strange attempts, to those


His good remembrance, sir, That weigh their pains in sense: and do suppose, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his lomb; What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove So in approofs' livesmot his epitaph, To show her merit, that did miss her love? As in your roya! speech. The king's disease--my project may deceive me, King. 'Would, I were with him! He would alBut my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.

ways say, [Erit. (Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words

He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, SCENE II.–Paris. A room in the King's palace. To grow there, and to bear,) - Let me not live,Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, Thus his good melancholy oft began, with lelters; Lords and others attending.

On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, King. The Florentines and Senoysa are by the When it was out, let me not live, quoth he,

After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses A braving war.

All bul new things disdain : whose judgments are 1 Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.

Mere fathers of their garments ;' whose constancies King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it Expire before their fushions : This he wish'd : A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, 1, after him, do after him wish too, With caution, that the Florentine will move us

Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, For specdy aid; wherein our dearest friend I quickly were dissolved from my hive, Prejudicates the business, and would seem

To give some labourers room. To have us make denial.

2 Lord.

You are lov'd, sir; 1 Lord. His love and wisdom,

They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead

King. I fill a place, I know't.—How long is't, For amplest credence.

King .
He hath arm'd our answer, He was much fam’d.

Since the physician at your father's died ?
And Florence is denied before he comes :
Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see


Some six months since, my lord, The Tuscan service, freely have they leave

King. If he were living, I would try him yet;-To stand on either part.

Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out 2 Lord.


With several applications:-nature and sickness A nursery to our gentry, who are sick

Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; For breaihing and exploit.

My son's no dearer.
What's he comes herc?


Thank your majesty.

(Exeunt. Flourish. Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, SCENE !II.-Rousillon. A Room in the CounYoung Bertram.

tess's Palace. Enter Countess, Steward, and King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face ;

Clown. Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,

Com. I will now hear; what say you of this Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts gentlewoman? Mav'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. Slev. Madam, the care I have had to even your Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. content,' I wish' might be found in the calendar

of my past endeavours; for then we wound our (1) i. t. Thou wilt comprehend it. (2) Things formed by nature for each other. (5) His is put for its. (6) Approbation.

(3) The citizens of the small republic of which 17) Who have no other use of their faculties than Sienna is the capital.

to invent new modes of dress. (4) To repair, here signifies to renovate.

(8) To act up to your desires.

well serve

poor fellow.


modesty, and make foul the clearness of our de Was this king Priam's joy? servings, when of ourselves we publish them.

With that she sighed as she stood, Count. What does this knave here? Get you With that she sighed as she stood, gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of you, And gave this sentence then;

do not aH believe; 'tis my slowness, that I do not? Among nine bad if one be good, for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and Among nine bad if one be good, have ability enough to make such knaveries yours. There's yel one good in ien. Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the

song, sirrah. Count. Well, sir.

Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; is a purifying o' the song: 'Woulu God would though many of the rich are damned: But, if I serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault may have your ladyship’s good will to go to the with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson: One world,' Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?

born bui every blazing star, or at an earthquake, Clo. I do beg your good will in this case. 't would mend the lottery well; a man may draw Count. In what case?

his heart out, ere he pluck one. Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service Count. You'll be gone, sir knare, and do as I is no heritage: and, I think, I shall never have the command you? blessing or God, till I have issue of my body; for, Clo. That man should be at woman's command, they say, bearns are blessings.

and yet no hurt done!- Though honesty be no peCount. Tell me the reason why thou wilt marry. ritati

, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surClo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am plice of humility over the black gown of a big driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that heart.-I am going, forsooth: the business is for the devil drives.

Helen to come hither.

(Exit Clown. Count. Is this all your worship's reason ? Count. Well, now.

Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, Sitw. I know, madam, you love your gentlesuch as they are.

woman entirely. Count. May the world know them?

Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as to me; and she herself, without other advantage, you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do may lav fully make title to as much love as she marry, that I may repent.

finds: there is more owing her, than is paid; and Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wicked- more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.

Sleu. Madam, I was very late more near her Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to than, I think, she wished me: alone she kas, and have friends for my wife's sake.

did communicate to herself, her own words to her Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. own ears; she though!, I dare vow for her, they

Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am she loved your son : Fortune, she said, was no a-weary of. He, that ears: my land, spares my coddess, that had put such difference betwixt their team, and gives me leave to inn the crop: Im I beliwo estates; Love, no god, that would not e tend his cuckold, he's my drudze: He, that comforts his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, my wise, is the cherisher of my Nesh and blood; no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor he, that cherishes my desh and blood, loves my knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, assault, or ransome afterward: This she delivered is my friend: ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard friend. If men could be contented to be what they virgin exclaim in which I held my duty, speedily are, there were no fear in marriage; for young to acmeint you withal; siihence, in the loss that Charbon the puritan, and old Poysain the papist, may happen, it concerns you something to know it. howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their Count. You have discharged this honestly ; keep heads are boh one, they may joll horns together, it to yourself: many likelihoods informed me of like any deer i' the herd.

this before, which hung so tottering in the balance Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray calumnious knave?

you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the lihank you for your honest care: I will speak with truth the next way:S

you further anon.

(Exit Steward. For I the ballad will repeat,

Enter Helena.
Which men full true shall find;
Your marriage coines by destiny,

Count. Even so it was with me, when I was
Your cuckoo sings by kind.

young :

If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Count. Get you gone, sir ; I'll talk with you Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;

Our blood to us, this to our blood is born ; Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Helen come to you; or her 'I am to speak. Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth.

Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would By our remembrances of days foregone, Apeak with her; Helen I mean.

Such were our faults ;—or then we thought them Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,

(Singing. Her eye is sick on't ; I observe her now.
Why the Grecians sacked Troy?

Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
Fond done, done fond,


You know, Helen, (1) To be married. (2) Children.

(5) The nearest way. (6) Foolishly done. (3) Ploughs.

(4) Therefore. (7) Since.

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