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drunkennefs is his best virtue, for he will be swinedrunk, and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bed-clothes about him; but they know his conditions, and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say, Sir, of his honesty, he has every thing that an honest man should not have ; what an honest man should have, he has nothing.

i Lord. I begin to love him for this.

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

Int. What say you to his expertness in war ?

Par. Faith, Sir, has led the drum before the English Tragedians : to belie him, I will not; and more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that Country, he had the honour to be the Officer at a place there callid Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of files. I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain.

i Lord. He hath out-villain'd villany so far, that the rarity redeems him.

Ber. A pox on him, he's a cat still.

Int. His Qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt.

Par. Sir, for a Quart-d'ecu, he will sell the fec-simple of his falvation, the inheritance of it, and cut th' intail from all remainders, and a perpetual fuccession for it perpetually.

Int. What's his Brother, the other Captain Dumain? 2 Lord. Why does he ask him of me ? Int. What's he?

Par. E'en a crow o'th' same nest; not altogether so great as the first 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 á Retreat he out-runs any lacquey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp.

Int. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine? Vol. III.

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Par. Ay, and the Captain of his horse, 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 seem to deserve well, and to beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy the Count, have I run into danger; yet who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken ?

(Afde. Int. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die; the General says, you, that have so traiterously difcovered the secrets of your army, and made such peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head.

Par. O lord, Sir, let me live, or let me see my death.

Int. That shall 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 save you, noble Captain.

2 Lord. Captain, what Greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France.

1 Lord. Good Captain, will you give me a copy of that same Sonnet 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?

Int. If you could find out a Country where but women were that had receiv'd so much shame, you might begin an impudent Nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we shall speak of you there.

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heart were great, 'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no

more,
But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft,
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 pass,
That every braggart shall be found an ass.
Ruft, sword ! cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live
Safest in shamel! being fool'd, by fool’ry thrive;
There's place and means for every man alive.
I'll after them.

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SCENE VI.
Changes to the Widow's House, at Florence.

Enter Helena, Widow and Diana.
Hel. HAT you may well perceive I have not

wrong'd you,
One of the Greatest in the christian world
Shall be my Surety; 'fore whose Throne 'tis needful, ,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel.
Time was, I did him a desired office
Dear almost as his life; which, gratitude
Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
And answer thanks. I duly am inform’d,
His Grace is at Marseilles, to which place
We have convenient Convoy; you must know,
I am supposed 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,

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You never had a servant, to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.

Hel. Nor you, Mistress,
Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompense your love: doubt not, but heav'n
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 such sweet use make of what they hate,
When Fancy, trusting of the cozen'd thoughts,
Defiles the pitchy night; so luft doth play
With what it loaths, for that which is away.
But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
(Under my poor instructions) yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

Diana. Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.

Hel. Yet I pray you ::
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp : we must away,
Our Waggon is prepar'd, † and time revyes us ;
All's well, that ends well; ftill the Fine's the crown;
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. (Exeunt.

S CE N E VII.
Changes to Rousillon in France.

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Enter Countess, Lafeu, and Clown. Laf. o, no, no, your Son was mis-led with a

snipt-taffata fellow there, whose villainous saffron would have made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour. Your daughter-inlaw had been alive at this hour; and your fon here

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at home, * more advantaged by the King, than by that red-tail'd humble-bee I speak 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 dearest

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 sallets eré we light on such another herb.

Clo. Indeed, Sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the fallet, or rather the herb of grace.

Laf. They are not fallet-herbs, you knave, they are nose-herbs.

Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, Sir, I have not much skill in grass.

Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool ?

Clo. A fool, Sir, at a woman's service ; and a knave, at a man's.

Laf. Your distinction?

Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service.

Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed.

Clo. And I would give his wife my folly, Sir, to do her service.

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

Clo. At your service.
Laf. No, no, no.

Clo. Why, Sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a Prince as you are.

Laf. Who's that, a Frenchman?

* more advanced by the King,] A notable Observation this; that the young Lord had been higher advanced by the King had he staid at Court, than he was by his beggarly Follower Parolles. We should read, more advantaged, i. 6. the King would have been a better Tutor to the raw young Man than Parolles, whose Profession it was.

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