might begin an impudent nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we fhall 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 hall. 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 House, at

Hel.

T

Florence.

Enter Helena, Widow and Diana.

Hat you may well perceive I have not wrong'd One of the greatest in the chriftian world [you, Shall be my furety; 'fore whofe 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 husband 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 recompenfe 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 must away,

(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? 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 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 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; fill that finds the crown ;] What finds? There is no fubftantive in the preceding branch of the sentence to answer to this relative. But this is the reading only of Mr. Rozve and Mr. Pope; I have reftor'd the genuine text from the firit Folio. Our author is alluding to the Latin proverbial Gnome; Finis coronat opus. And he elsewhere ufes the fine, to fignify, the end, the issue.. 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 Na

O, no, no, your fon was mif-led with a foipttaffata fellow there, whose 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 fpeak of.

Count. I would, I had not known him! it was the death of the most virtuous Gentlewoman that ever Nature had praise for creating; if she had partaken of my flesh, and cost me the deareft groans of a mother, I 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 such 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 much skill in grafs.

Laf. Whether doft thou profess thyfelf, 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.

Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, Sir, to do her fervice.

Laf. I will fubfcribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.

Clo. At your fervice.

Laf. No, no, no.

Clo. Why, Sir, if I cannot ferve 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'st of, ferve him ftill.

Clo. I am 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 themfelves, 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 fo 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

ture.

Laf. A fhrewd knave, and an unhappy.

[Exit.

Count. So he is. My Lord, that's gone, made himfelf much sport 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. 1 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 first propofe; his Highnefs hath promis'd me to do it;

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and to ftop up the displeasure he hath conceiv'd against your fon, there is no fitter matter. How do's your Ladyship like it?

Count. With very much content, my Lord, and I with it happily effected.

Laf. His Highness comes poft from Marseilles, of as able a body as when he number'd thirty; he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceiv'd by him that in fuch intelligence hath feldom fail'd.

Count. It rejoices me, that, I hope, I fhall fee him ere I die. I have letters, that my fon will be here tonight I fhall befeech your Lordship to remain with me 'till they meet together.

Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might fafely be admitted.

Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege.

Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but I thank my God, it holds yet.

Enter Clown,

Clo. O Madam, yonder's my Lord your fon with a patch of velvet on's face; whether there be a fcar under't, or no, the velvet knows, but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet; his left cheek is a cheek of two pile an da half, but his right cheek is worn bare.

Count. A fcar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour. So, belike, is that.

Clo. But it is your carbonado'd face.

Laf. Let us go fee your fon, I pray you; I long to talk with the young noble foldier.

Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em with delicate fine hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man.

[Exeunt.

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