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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.-The same.-A Room in the COUNTESS' Palace.

Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LAFEU,

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.t

Count. 'Tis past, my liege:

And I beseech your majesty to make it Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth; When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, O'erbears it, and burns on.

King. My honour'd lady,

I have forgiven and forgotten all;

Steals ere we can effect them: You remember The daughter of this lord?

Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue: Where the impression of mine eye infixing, Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, Which warp'd the line of every other favour; Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stol'n; Extended or contracted all proportions, To a most hideous object: Thence it came, That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself,

Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye
The dust that did offend it.
King. Well excus'd:
That thou didst love her, strikes some scores
From the great compt: But love, that comes
too late,

Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
To the great sender turns a sour offence,
Crying, That's good that's gone: our rash


Make trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them, until we know their grave.

Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Oft our displeasures to ourselves unjust,
And watch'd the time to shoot.

Laf. This I must say,

But first I beg my pardon,-The young lord
Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
Offence of mighty note; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife,
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took
Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to
Humbly call'd mistress.

King. Praising what is lost,
Makes the remembrance dear.-Well, call

him hither;

We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
All repetition:-Let him not ask our pardon;
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion do we bury
The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
So 'tis our will he should.

Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit GENTLEMAN. King. What says he to your daughter? have you spoke?

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.

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Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see what's done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.


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King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,

This ring was mine; and, when I gave it He While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.1 bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help, that by this token


I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her

Of what should stead her most?

Ber. My gracious sovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never hers.

Count. Son, on my life,

I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it At her life's rate.

Luf. I am sure, I saw her wear it.

Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it:

In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Of her that threw it: noble she was, and


I stood engag'd: but when I had subscrib'd
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully,
I could not answer in that course of honour
As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,
In heavy satisfaction, and would never
Receive the ring again.

♦ In the sense of unengaged,

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King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;

And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me,
Which I would fain shut out: If it should
That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove
And yet I know not:-thou didst hate her

And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
More than to see this ring.-Take him away.
[Guards seize BERTRAM.
My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
Shall tax my fears of little vanity, [him;
Having vainly fear'd too little.-Away with

We'll sift this matter further.

Ber. If you shall prove

This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet she never was.

[Exit BERTRAM, guarded.


King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Gent. Gracious sovereign, Inot; Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know 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 importing 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 honour'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 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, [suitors :To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these Go, speedily, and bring again the count.

[Exeunt GENTLEMAN, and some Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady,

Was foully snatch'd.

Count. Now, justice on the doers!

Enter BERTRAM, guarded.

And that you fly them as you swear them lord. ship, [that? Yet you desire to marry.-What woman's Re-enter GENTLEMAN, with WIDOW, and DIANA.

Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capulet; My suit, as I do understand, you know, And therefore know how far I may be pitied. Wid. I am her mother, Sir, whose age and honour

Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease without your remedy. King. Come hither, count; Do you know these women

Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny But that I know them: Do they charge me


Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?

Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
Dia. If you shall marry,

You give away this hand, and that is mine;
You give away heaven's vows, and those are
You give away myself, which is known mine;
For by vow am so embodied yours,
That she, which marries you, must marry me,
Either both, or none.

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 [highness Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, [honour, Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove you. Than in my thought it lies!

Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
Dia. Good my lord,
He had not my virginity.

King. What say'st thou to her?
Ber. She's impudent, my lord;
And was a common gamester to the camp.t
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were


He might have bought me at a common price
Do not believe him: O, behold this ring,
Whose high respect, and rich validity,
He gave it to a commoner o'the camp,
Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that,

If I be one.

Count. He blushes, and 'tis it:
Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,
Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife;
That ring's a thousand proofs.

You saw one here in court could witness it.
King. Methought, you said,
Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to pro-


So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles.
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
King. Find him, and bring him hither.
Ber. What of him?

He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
With all the spots o'the world tax'd and de
bosh'd ;

King. I wonder, Sir, since wives are mon- Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth:

sters to you,

The philosopher's stone.

I. e. That have the proper consciousness of your own

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Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
That will speak any thing?

King. She hath that ring of yours.

Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik'd

And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth:
She knew her distance, and did angle for me,
Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
As all impediments in fancy's* course
Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
Her insuit coming with her modern grace,t
Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
And I had that, which any inferior might
At market-price have bought.

Dia. I must be patient;

You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife,
May justly diet me. I pray you yet,
(Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,)
Send for your ring, I will return it home,
And give me mine again.

Ber. I have it not.

King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
Dia. Sir, much like

The same upon your finger.

King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late.

Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. King. The story then goes false, you threw it Out of a casement.

Dia. I have spoke the truth.

Enter PAROlles.


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charge you,

Not fearing the displeasure of your master,
(Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,)
By him, and by this woman here, what know

Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.

King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love this woman?

Par. 'Faith, Sir, he did love her; But how?
King. How, I pray you?

Par. He did love her, Sir, as a gentleman loves a woman.

King. How is that?

Par. He loved her, Sir, and loved her not. King. As thou art a knave, and no knave:What an equivocal companion is this?

Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.

Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty


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 know'st?

Par. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, ne loved her, for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I 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

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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 This ring, you say, was yours? [aside.-

Dia. Ay, my good lord.
King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it


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
How could you give it him?

Dia. I never gave it him.

Laf. 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


Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I

King. Take her away, I do not like her now;
To prison with her: and away with him.-
Unless thou tell'st me where thou had'st this
Thou diest within this hour.

Dia. I'll never tell you.
King. Take her away.
Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege.

King. I think thee now some common custo


Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas


King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this while?

Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not


He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't:
I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not.
Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life;
I am either maid, or else this old man's wife.
[Pointing to LA FEU.
King. She does abuse our ears; to prison

with her.

Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, [Exit WIDOW.

royal Sir;

The jeweller, that owest the ring, is sent for,
And he shall surety me. But for this lord,
Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit

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

So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick:
And now behold the meaning.

Re-enter WIDOW, with HELENA.
King. Is there no exorcist
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
Is't real, that I see?

Hel. No, my good lord;
Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
The name and not the thing.


Ber. Both, both; O, pardon!

Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid,

[ring, found you wond'rous kind. There is your And, look you, here's your letter; This it says, When from my finger you can get this ring, And are by me with child, &c.-This is done: Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?

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Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know | For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,

this clearly,

I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove true,

Thou kept st a wife herself, thyself a maid.→ Of that, and all the progress, more and less, un-Resolvedly more leisure shall express:

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. King. Let us from point to point this story know,

To make the even truth in pleasure flow :If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, [To DIANA. Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower:

All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. [Flourish


The king's a beggar, now the play is done: All is well ended, if this suit be won, That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day: Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;* Your gentle hanas send us, and take our hearts. [Exeunt.

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SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes SCENE, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's in Petruchio's House in the Country.

Country House.


SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath. Enter HOSTESS and SLY.

Sly. I'll pheese* you, in faith. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris;† let the world slide: Sessa!t

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?§

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough. [Exit.

Sly. 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 Huntsmen and Servants.

Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd,t And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.

Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my He cried upon it at the merest loss, [lord; And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all; To-morrow I intend to hunt again. 1 Hun. I will, my lord.

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm'd with ale,

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine

he lies!

[image! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.my hounds:

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What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,

A most delicious banquet by his bed,

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