This I'll do for you. Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Whate'er falls more.-We must to horse again;- Countess's Palace. Enter Clown and PAROLLES. Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this letter: I have, ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will thenceforth eat no tish of fortune's buttering.Prythee, allow the wind. Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir; spake but by a metaphor. Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor.Prythee, get thee further. Pur. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. Cio. Foh! prythee, stand away: A paper from fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself. Enter LAFEU. Here is a pur of fortune, sir, or of fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal: Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. [Exit Clown. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched. Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d' ecu for you: Let the justices make you and fortune friends: I am for other business. Par. I beseech your honor to hear me one single word. Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't; save your word. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word, then.- Cox' my passion! give me your hand:-How does your druin? Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me. Lof. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee. Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out. Luf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the devil? one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. Trumpets sound. The king's coming, I know by his trumpets.-Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat: go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you. [Exeunt. SCENE III-A Room in the Countess's Palace. Flourish. Enter King, Countess, LAFEU, Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, &c. King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem Was made much poorer by it: but your son, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Her estimation home. King. Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth; We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Gent. Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me, That set him high in fame. Laf. Enter BERTRAM. He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season, For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail In me at once: But to the brightest beams Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, The time is fair again. My high reputed blames, Dear sovereign, pardon to me. King. Ber. All is whole; Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first I struck my choice upon her, ere my heart bless! Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckon❜d it Luf. King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying inedicine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Whoever gave it you: Then, if you know, That you are well acquainted with yourself, Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety, That she would never put it from her finger, Unless she gave it to yourself in bed, (Where you have never come,) or sent it us Upon her great disaster. Ber. She never saw it. King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honor; And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me Having vainly fear'd too little.-Away with him;— Ber. If you shall prove This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded lier bed in Florence, Where yet she never was. Exit BERTRAM, guarded. Enter a Gentleman. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Gent. Gracious sovereign, Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath for four or five removes, come short To tender it herself. I undertook it, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know, Is here attending: her business looks in her With an important visage; and she told me, In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern Your highness with herself. King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honor's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice: Grant it me, O king; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is DIANA CAPULET. undone. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him: for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery.-Seck these suitors: Go, speedily, and bring again the count. [Exeunt Gentleman and some Attendants. In the sense of unengaged. The Philosopher's stone. • Post-stages. B Pay toll for him. you, King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to My suit, as I do understand, you know, Ber, My lord, I neither can, nor will deny Laf. Your reputation [To BERTRAM] comes too short for my daughter; you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your high ness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honor, King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your honor, Than in my thought it lies! Dia. Good my lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think King. What sayest thou to her? Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: Of six preceding ancestors, that gem Conterr'd by testament to the sequent issue, Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife; That ring's a thousand proofs. King. Methought, you said, He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, King. Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring Dia. I must be patient; | Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring You that turn'd off a first so noble wife, May justly diet me. I pray you yet, Ber. I have it not. King. What ring was yours, I pray you? The same upon your finger. King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late. Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage? Par. Faith, I know more than I'll speak. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest? Pur. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go between them, as I said: but more than that, he loved her, for indeed he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and 1 know not what yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed; and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things that would derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know. King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married: But thou art too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside This ring, you say, was yours? Dia. Ay, my good lord. King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you. Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. King. Who lent it you? Dia. It was not lent me neither. King. Where did you find it then? Dia. I found it not. King. If it were yours by none of all these ways. How could you give it him! Dia. I never gave it him. Luf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure. King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Dia. It might be yours or hers for aught I know. King. Take her away, I do not like her now: To prison with her, and away with him. Thou diest within this hour. Dia. I'll never tell you. King. Take her away. Dir. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty: her. Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, royal sir; [Exit Widow. The jeweler, that owes the ring, is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Who hath abus'd ine, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him: He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd; And at that time he got his wife with child; Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick: So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: And now behold the meaning. King. Re-enter Widow, with HELENA. Is there no exorcist Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes! Hel. And are by me with child, &c.-This is done: I'll love her dearly, ever dearly. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce step between me and you!O, my dear mother, do I see you living? Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon: Good Tom Drum, [TO PAROLLES,] lend me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee: wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, They are scurvy ones. [To DIANA. To make the even truth in pleasure flow:- Advancing. [Flourish. SCENE I-Before an alehouse on a heath. Sly. I'll pheese 1 you, in faith. Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues. Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conquerer. Therefore puucus pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa ! 3 Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst! Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimo;Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third borough.s Sty. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough. I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly. [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsman and Servants. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds; Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd‚1- Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, 1 Hunt. I will, my lord. Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe? 2 Hunt. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm'd with ale, This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself? 1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, 1 think he cannot choose. 2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. Then take him up, and manage well the jest:- 1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part, As he shall think, by our true diligence, Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; And each one to his office when he wakes. [Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds: [Exit Servant. Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, Traveling some journey, to repose him here. Re-enter a Servant. How now? who is it? Now, fellows, you are welcome. Moderation. Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I remember, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ; 1 Play. I think 'twas Soto, that your honor means. I Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world. Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house atords.[Exeunt Servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page, To a Servant. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, And call him-madam, do him obeisance, Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) He bear himself with honorable action, Such as he hath observed in noble ladies Unto their lords, by them accomplished: Such duty to the drunkard let hun do, With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; And say-What is t your honor will command, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, May show her duty, and make known her love? And then--with kind embracements, tempting kisses, And with declining head into his bosom,— Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd To see her noble lord restor'd to health, Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him No better than a poor and loathsome beggar; And if the boy have not a woman's gift, To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift; Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst; Anon I'll give thee more instructions. Exit Servant. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, When they do homage to this simple peasant. I'll in to counsel them: haply my presence May well abate the over merry spleen, Which otherwise would go into extremes. [Exeunt, SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. SLY is discovered in a rich night-gown, with Attendants; some with apparel, others with bason. ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like a Servant. Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack? 2 Serv. Will't please your honor taste of these conserves? 3 Serv. What raiment will your honor wear to-day? Sly. I am Christopher Siy; call not me-hour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for 1 have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the over-leather. Lord. Heaven cease this idle humor in your honor! O, that a mighty man of such descent, Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker! Ask Marian Hacket, the fat aie-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught; Here's 1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants droop. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, Music. And twenty caged nightingales do sing: As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. Adonis, painted by a running brook: Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood: Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds: 1 Serv. And, till the tears that she had shed for thee, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face. Sy. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? I smell sweet savors, and I feel soft things: [Servants present an ewer, basin, and napkin. 0, how we joy to see your wit restor❜d! O, that once more you knew but what you are! These fifteen years, you have been in a dream; Or. when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Sty. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time? 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words:For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet you would say, ye were beaten out of doors; And rail upon the hostess of the house; And say, you would present her at the leet,' Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Stu. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such maid Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,— |