to be a dangerous and lafcivious boy, who is a whale to virginity, and devours up all the fry it finds. Ber. Damnable! both fides rogue.

When he fwears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it.
After he scores, he never pays the fcore:
Half won, is match well made; match, and well make it:
He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before.
And fay, a foldier (Dian) told thee this:
(33) Men are to mell with, boys are but to kiss.
For count of this, the Count's a fool, I know it.
Who pays before, but not when he does owe it.

Thine, as he vow'd to thee in thine ear,

PAROLLE 8.

Ber. He fhall be whipt through the army with this rhime in his forehead.

2 Lord. This is your devoted friend, Sir, the manifold linguift and the armi-potent foldier.

Ber. I could endure any thing before but à cat, and

now he's a cat to me.

Int. I perceive, Sir, by the General's looks, we fhall be fain to hang you.

Par. My life, Sir, in any cafe; not that I am afraid to die; but that my offences being many, I would repent out the remainder of nature. Let me live, Sir, in a dungeon, i'th' ftocks, any where, fo I may live. Int. We'll fee what may be done, fo you confess

(33) Men are to mell with, boys are not to kifs. All the editors have obtruded a new maxim upon us here, that boys are not to kiss.---Livia, in Beaumont and Fletcher's Tamer tam'd, is of a quite opposite copinion

For boys were made for nothing but dry kiffes. And our Poet's thought, I am perfuaded, went to the fame tune✯ that boys are fit only to kifs; men to mingle with, and give more fubftantial pleasures. To mell, is deriv'd from the French word, me

to mingle. I made this correction when I publish'd my SHAKE1.SPEARE refer'd; and Mr. Pope has thought fit to adopt it in his daft impreffion.

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freely therefore, once more, to this Captain Dumain you have answer'd to his reputation with the Duke, and to his valour. What is his honesty?

Par. He will fteal, Sir, an egg out of a cloister : for Papes and ravishments he parallels Neffus. He profeffes not keeping of oaths; in breaking them he is ftronger than Hercules. He will lye, Sir, with much volubility, that you would think, truth were a fool: drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will be fwinedrunk, and in his fleep he does little harm, fave to his bed-cloaths about him; but they know his conditions, and lay him in fraw. I have but little more to fay, Sir, of his honefly, he has every thing that an honeft man Ihould not have; what an honest man should have, he has nothing.

Lord I begin to love him for this.

Ber. For this defcription of thine honefty ? a pox upon him for me, he is more and more a cat.

Int. What fay you to his expertnefs in war?

Par. Faith, Sir, h'as led the drum before the En gli tragedians to belie him, I will not; and more of his foklierfhip I know not; except in that country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place there call'd Mile-end, to inftruct for the doubling of files. I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain.d

1 Lord. He hath out-villain'd villany fo far, that the rarity redeems him. isid bott

Ber. A pox on him, he's a cat ftill, bob wod In His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to afk you if gold will corrupt him to revolt. Sied to Par. Sir, for a Quart-d'ecu he will fell the fee-fimple of his falvation, the inheritance of it, and cut th' intail from all remainders, and a perpetual fucceffion for it perpetually.

What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain ? 2 Lord. Why does he ask him of me? Int. What's he him b'dana od toate a c -Park E'en a/crow o'th' fame neft not altogether fo great as the firit in goodness, but greater a great deal

in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is. In a retreat he 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 Rous fillon

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 lafcivious young boy the Count, have I run into danger; yet who would have fufpected an ambufh where I was taken?

[Afide

Int. There is no remedy, Sir, but you muft die the General fays, you, that have fo traite roufly difcovered the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftife. rous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honeft ufe; therefore you must die. Come, headfman, off with his head.

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Par. O Lord, Sir, let me live, or let me fee my death.

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Int, That hall 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. 1 Lord. God fave you, noble Captain.

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 com. pel it of you; but fare you well. [Exeunt Int. You are undone, Captain, all but your fearf; that has a knot on't yet.. *

Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?

In If you could find out a country where but women were that had receiv'd fo much fhame, you

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might

might begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, Sir,
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 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,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pafs,
That every braggart fhall be found an afs.
Ruft, fword! cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live
Safeft in fhame! being fool'd, by fool'ry thrive;
There's place and means for every man alive.
I'll after them.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to the Widow's Houfe, at

Florence.

Enter Helena, Widow and Diana.

Hat you may well perceive I have not wrong'd
One of the greateft in the chriftian world [you,
Shall be my furety; 'fore whose throne 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel.
Time was, I did him a defired office

Dear almost as his life; which gratitude
Through flinty Tartars bofom would peep forth,
And answer thanks. I duly am inform'd,
His Grace is at Marfeilles, to which place
We have convenient convoy; you must know,
I am fuppofed dead; the army breaking,

My bufband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,,
And by the leave of my good Lord the King,.

We'll be before our welcome.

Wid. Gentle Madam,

You never had a fervant, to whofe truft

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.. As it hath fated her to be my motive

And helper to a husband. But, O ftrange men!.
That can fuch fweet ufe make of what they hate,
When faucy trufting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night; fo luft doth play
With what it loaths, for that which is away..
But more of this hereafter.. You, Diana,
Under my poor inftructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

Dia. Let death and honesty.

Go with your impofitions, I am yours
Upon your will to fuffer..

Hel. Yet I pray you :

But with the word the time will bring on fummer
When briars fhall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as fweet as fharp: we muft away,

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(34) Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us ; (35) All's well, that ends well; ftill the fine's the crown ; Whate'er the courfe, the end is the renown.. [Exeunt.

(34) Our waggon 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 these travelling adventurers? Helene could not have fo poor a thought as to mean, "tho' we were tir'd

laft night, yet repofe has given us fresh vigour, and now time re "vives 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 hould read, 71

e and time revyes us ;

i. e. looks us in the face, calls upon us to haften

own

squell, that ends well; fill that finds the crown

(35re is no fubftantive in the preceding branch of the fentence

finds? to answer to this relative. But this is the reading only of Mr. Rowes and Mr. Pope;. I have restor❜d the genuine text from the first Folio. Our author is alluding to the Latin proverbial Gnome; Finis coronate apus. 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.