Act II, Scene V — ] SCENE X. Pope…

Act II, Scene V — ] SCENE X. Pope

The King's Palace.] Another room in the same. Capell.

[11] yet] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[14] [To Bertram.] Capell.

[15] Pray you] I pray you Rowe.

who's] whose F1.

[17] sir, 's] Theobald. sir's F2 F3 F4. sirs F1. sits Pope.

[19] [Aside ...] Rowe.

[23-26] I have ... begin] Printed as prose by Pope.

[24] horses] F1. horse F2 F3 F4.

[25, 26] bride, End ... begin.] Collier (Egerton MS.), bride, And ... begin Ff. bride--And ... begin-- Rowe.

[28] one that] Rowe (ed. 2). on that Ff. if on that he Rowe (ed. 1).

[30] heard] hard F1.

you] your F2.

[36] leaped] leapt F1. leapes F2. leaps F3 F4.

custard] See note (XII).

[46] or will] qualities or will Malone conj. wit or will Singer conj.

[to] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[hand] F1 F2. hands F3 F4.

[47] [Exit.] Rowe.

[49] so] not so Long MS.

[51, 52] Yes ... clog] As prose in Hanmer.

[53] SCENE XI. Pope.

[57] must] must must F2.

[64] ask why I] ask why, I Hanmer.

[entreat you] dismiss you S. Walker conj. request it Bailey conj.

[68] [Giving a letter.] Rowe.

[75, 76] Let ... home] Printed as prose in Ff.

[83, 84] I would ... kiss] Arranged as in Ff. As three lines, ending lord ... yes ... kiss. Dyce conj.

[83] my lord] om. Hanmer.

[87] Ber. Where are ... Farewell] Hanmer (Theobald conj.): continued to Helena in Ff.

men, monsieur?] Hanmer (Theobald conj.). men? Monsieur: Ff.

[Exit H.] Hanmer. [Exit. Ff. [Exit Hel. Warburton (after line 86).

[90] [Exeunt] om. Ff.

[... attended] Capell. om. Ff.

Act III, Scene I — Florence. The DUKE'S palace.

Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, attended; the two Frenchmen with a troop of soldiers.

Duke. So that from point to point now have you heard The fundamental reasons of this war. Whose great decision hath much blood lot forth And more thirsts after.

First Lord. Holy seems the quarrel Upon your Grace's part; black and fearful 5 On the opposer.

Duke. Therefore we marvel much our cousin France Would in so just a business shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers.

Sec. Lord. Good my lord, The reasons of our state I cannot yield, 10 But like a common and an outward man, That the great figure of a council frames By self-unable motion: therefore dare not Say what I think of it, since I have found Myself in my incertain grounds to fail 15 As often as I guess'd.

Duke. Be it his pleasure.

First Lord. But I am sure the younger of our nature, That surfeit on their ease, will day by day Come here for physic.

Duke. Welcome shall they be; And all the honours that can fly from us 20 Shall on them settle. You know your places well; When better fall, for your avails they fell: To-morrow to the field. [Flourish. Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

[5] part] party S. Walker conj.

[black] but black Pope.

[6] opposer] opposer's Hanmer.

[9] Sec. Lord] 2 Lord. Rowe. French E. Ff.

[13] By] From Theobald conj.

motion] notion Warburton (Theobald conj.).

[17] First Lord] Fren. G. F1. Fre. G. F2 F3 F4. 2 Lord. Rowe.

nature] nation Rowe.

[22] fell] fall Hanmer (Thirlby conj.)

[23] to] to 'th F1.

[Exeunt.] om. Ff.

Act III, Scene II — Rousillon. The COUNT'S Palace.

Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN.

Count. It hath happened all as I would have had it, save that he comes not along with her.

Clo. By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man.

Count. By what observance, I pray you? 5

Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend the ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his teeth and sing. I know a man that had this trick of melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.

Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means 10 to come. [Opening a letter.

Clo. I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o' the court: the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as an old 15 man loves money, with no stomach.

Count. What have we here?

Clo. E'en that you have there. [Exit.

Count. [reads] have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded 20 her; and sworn to make the 'not' eternal. You shall hear I am run away: know it before the report come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you.

Your unfortunate son, BERTRAM. 25 This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, To fly the favours of so good a king; To pluck his indignation on thy head By the misprising of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire. 30

Re-enter CLOWN.

Clo. O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two soldiers and my young lady!

Count. What is the matter?

Clo. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I thought 35 he would.

Count. Why should he be killed?

Clo. So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does: the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of men, though it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell you 40 more: for my part, I only hear your son was run away. [Exit.

Enter HELENA and two Gentlemen.

First Gent. Save you, good madam.

Hel. Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.

Sec. Gent. Do not say so.

Count. Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen, 45 I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief, That the first face of neither, on the start, Can woman me unto't: where is my son, I pray you?

Sec. Gent. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence: We met him thitherward; for thence we came, 50 And, after some dispatch in hand at court, Thither we bend again.

Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport. [reads] When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which never shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body that 55 I am father to, then call me husband: but in such a 'then' I write a 'never.'

This is a dreadful sentence.

Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen?

First Gent. Ay, madam; And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains. 60

Count. I prithee, lady, have a better cheer; If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son; But I do wash his name out of my blood, And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? 65

Sec. Gent. Ay, madam.

Count. And to be a soldier?

Sec. Gent. Such is his noble purpose; and, believe 't, The Duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims.

Count. Return you thither?

First Gent. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. 70

Hel. [reads] Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter.

Count. Find you that there?

Hel. Ay, madam.

First Gent. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his heart was not consenting to. 75

Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife! There's nothing here that is too good for him But only she; and she deserves a lord That twenty such rude boys might tend upon And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him? 80

First Gent. A servant only, and a gentleman Which I have sometime known.

Count. Parolles, was it not?

First Gent. Ay, my good lady, he.

Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness. My son corrupts a well-derived nature 85 With his inducement.

First Gent. Indeed, good lady, The fellow has a deal of that too much, Which holds him much to have.

Count. Y' are welcome, gentlemen. I will entreat you, when you see my son, 90 To tell him that his sword can never win The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you Written to bear along.

Sec. Gent. We serve you, madam, In that and all your worthiest affairs.

Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. 95 Will you draw near? [Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen.

Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.' Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France; Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is 't I 100 That chase thee from thy country and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the none-sparing war? and is it I That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark 105 Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers, That ride upon the violent speed of fire, Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air, That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord. Whoever shoots at him, I set him there; 110 Whoever charges on his forward breast, I am the caitiff that do hold him to 't; And, though I kill him not, I am the cause His death was so effected: better 'twere I met the ravin lion when he roar'd 115 With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere That all the miseries which nature owes Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon, Whence honour but of danger wins a scar, As oft it loses all: I will be gone; 120 My being here it is that holds thee hence: Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although The air of paradise did fan the house, And angels officed all: I will be gone, That pitiful rumour may report my flight, 125 To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day! For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away. [Exit.

LINENOTES:

[7] the ruff] his ruff Rowe. the ruffle Whalley conj.

[8] know] knew Rowe.

[9] sold] F3 F4. hold F1 F2.

sold ... manor for] holds ... manner for Harness conj. hold ... manor by Collier conj.

[11] [Reads the letter. Theobald.

[13] ling] F2 F3 F4. lings F1.

[14] old ling] youngling S. Walker conj.

brains] brain Pope.

[18] E'en] Theobald. In Ff.

[19] Count. [reads] A letter. Ff.

[30] contempt] F1 F2 F3. content F4.

[41] hear] heard Hanmer.

[42] SCENE III. Pope.

First Gent.] 1 Gen. Rowe. French E. Ff. See note (VI).

[44] Sec. Gent.] 2 Gen. Rowe. French G. F1 F3 F4. Fren. G. F2. See note (VI).

[45] patience. Pray you,] patience, pray you F1 F2. patience; pray you F3. patience: pray you F4. patience, 'pray you: Hanmer.

[46] I have] I've Pope.

[48] I pray you] om. Theobald.

[50] for] from Rowe.

[53] his] this Rowe.

[54] [reads.] Capell.

[54, 55] upon my ... off] from my ... off Hanmer. upon thy ... off mine Johnson conj. (withdrawn).

[59] First Gent.] 1 G. F1 F2 F3. 1 Gen. F4.

[59, 60] Ay, madam ... pains] Arranged as in Capell; printed as prose in Ff.

[62] are] as Rowe.

[71] [reads] Reading. Rowe.

[72] bitter] F1. better F2 F3 F4.

[73] Ay] Yes Rowe.

[74] haply] F1. happily F2 F3 F4.

[81, 82] A servant ... known] Printed as prose in Ff; as verse first in Pope.

[82] sometime] F1 F2. sometimes F3. sometimes F4. sometime Pope (ed. 2).

was it] Ff. was't Pope.

[84-86] A very ... inducement] Printed as prose by Hanmer.

[84] very] om. S. Walker conj.

and] om. Pope.

[86] Indeed] Why, indeed Capell.

[86-94] Indeed ... affairs] Printed as prose in Ff; as verse first in Capell.

[87] that too] Rowe. that, too Ff.

[88] holds him much to have] soils him much to have Theobald conj. 'hoves him not much to have Hanmer. 'hoves him much to leave Collier (Collier MS.), fouls him much to have Singer conj.

[95] courtesies] Rowe (ed. 2). courtesies, Ff.

[96] [Exeunt C. and G.] Rowe. [Exit. Ff.

[97] SCENE IV. Pope.

[107] violent] volant Collier (Collier MS.).

[108] move the still peering] F1. move the still-piercing F2 F3 F4 (still piercing F4). pierce the still-moving Hanmer (Warburton). move the still-piecing Steevens (Anon. conj.). rove the still-piecing Tyrwhitt conj. move the still-pierced Nares conj. mow the still-pacing Jackson conj. wound the still-piecing Collier (Collier MS.). move the still 'pearing Grant White conj. (withdrawn), move the still-closing Bailey conj.

[109] sings] F1. stings F2 F3 F4.

[112] to't] to it Theobald.

[115] ravin] Capell. ravine F1 F2 F3. raving F4. rav'ning Rowe (ed. 2).

[124] angels] angles F1.

[126] consolate] consolats F2.

Act III, Scene III — Florence. Before the DUKE'S palace

Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets.

Duke. The general of our horse thou art; and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence Upon thy promising fortune.

Ber. Sir, it is A charge too heavy for my strength; but yet We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake 5 To the extreme edge of hazard.

Duke. Then go thou forth; And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm, As thy auspicious mistress!

Ber. This very day, Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove 10 A lover of thy drum, hater of love. [Exit.

LINENOTES:

Act III, Scene III — ] SCENE V. Pope

Before ... palace.] Capell. Scene changes to the Duke's court in Florence. Theobald.

PAROLLES] om. Capell.

[3] Sir, it is] See note (XIII.)

[4] but yet] F1. but F2 F3 F4.

[6] the] th' Ff.

thou] om. Pope.

Act III, Scene IV — Rousillon. The COUNT'S palace

Enter COUNTESS and STEWARD.

Count. Alas! and would you take the letter of her? Might you not know she would do as she has done, By sending me a letter? Read it again.

Stew. [Reads] I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone: Ambitious love hath so in me offended, 5 That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon, With sainted vow my faults to have amended. Write, write, that from the bloody course of war My dearest master, your dear son, may hie: Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far 10 His name with zealous fervour sanctify: His taken labours bid him me forgive; I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth From courtly friends with camping foes to live, Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth: 15 He is too good and fair for death and me; Whom I myself embrace to set him free.

Count. Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words! Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much, As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her, 20 I could have well diverted her intents, Which thus she hath prevented.

Stew. Pardon me, madam: If I had given you this at over-night, She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes, Pursuit would be but vain.

Count. What angel shall 25 Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive, Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo, To this unworthy husband of his wife; 30 Let every word weigh heavy of her worth That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief, Though little he do feel it, set down sharply. Dispatch the most convenient messenger: When haply he shall hear that she is gone, 35 He will return; and hope I may that she, Hearing so much, will speed her foot again. Led hither by pure love: which of them both Is dearest to me, I have no skill in sense To make distinction: provide this messenger: 40 My heart is heavy and mine age is weak; Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act III, Scene IV — ] SCENE VI. Pope

[4] Stew. [Reads] Collier. Letter Ff. Ste. Capell.

Saint] S. F1 F2 F3. St. F4.

[7] have] hane F1.

[10] Bless] 'Bless Capell conj. MS.

peace, whilst] F3 F4. peace. Whilst F1 F2.

[12] His taken] Herculean Rann conj.

[15] dogs] dog Rowe.

[18] Count.] Cou. Capell. om. Ff.

[19] Rinaldo] Rynaldo F1 F3 F4. Rynardo F2.

did never lack] ne'er lack'd Hanmer.

[22] me] om. Pope.

[26] cannot] can't S. Walker conj.

[27] whom] which Hanmer.

[29] Write, write] F1 F3 F4. Write and write F2. Write, oh, write Hanmer.

[33] he do] do he Rowe (ed. 2). does he Hanmer.

[39] I have] I've Pope.

skill in sense] skill or sense Collier (Collier MS.).

[42] and] but Hanmer.

Act III, Scene V — Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off.

Enter an old Widow of Florence, DIANA, VIOLENTA, and MARIANA, with other Citizens.

Wid. Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we shall lose all the sight.

Dia. They say the French count has done most honourable service.

Wid. It is reported that he has taken their greatest 5 commander; and that with his own hand he slew the Duke's brother. [Tucket.] We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary way: hark! you may know by their trumpets.

Mar. Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French 10 earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty.

Wid. I have told my neighbour how you have been solicited by a gentleman his companion.

Mar. I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a 15 filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the young earl. Beware of them, Diana; their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that so terrible shows in the wreck 20 of maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten them. I hope I need not to advise you further; but I hope your own grace will keep you where you are, though there were no further danger known but the modesty which is so lost. 25

Dia. You shall not need to fear me.

Wid. I hope so.

Enter HELENA, disguised like a Pilgrim.

Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at my house; thither they send one another: I'll question her. God save you, pilgrim! whither are you bound? 30

Hel. To Saint Jaques le Grand. Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?

Wid. At the Saint Francis here beside the port.

Hel. Is this the way?

Wid. Ay, marry, is't. [A march afar.] Hark you! they come this way. 35 If you will tarry, holy pilgrim, But till the troops come by, I will conduct you where you shall be lodged; The rather, for I think I know your hostess As ample as myself.

Hel. Is it yourself? 40

Wid. If you shall please so, pilgrim.

Hel. I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.

Wid. You came, I think, from France?

Hel. I did so.

Wid. Here you shall see a countryman of yours That has done worthy service.

Hel. His name, I pray you. 45

Dia. The Count Rousillon: know you such a one?

Hel. But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him: His face I know not.

Dia. Whatsome'er he is, He's bravely taken here. He stole from France, As 'tis reported, for the king had married him 50 Against his liking: think you it is so?

Hel. Ay, surely, mere the truth: I know his lady.

Dia. There is a gentleman that serves the count Reports but coarsely of her.

Hel. What's his name?

Dia. Monsieur Parolles.

Hel. O, I believe with him, 55 In argument of praise, or to the worth Of the great count himself, she is too mean To have her name repeated: all her deserving Is a reserved honesty, and that I have not heard examined.

Dia. Alas, poor lady! 60 'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife Of a detesting lord.

Wid. I write good creature, wheresoe'er she is, Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her A shrewd turn, if she pleased.

Hel. How do you mean? 65 May be the amorous count solicits her In the unlawful purpose.

Wid. He does indeed; And brokes with all that can in such a suit Corrupt the tender honour of a maid: But she is arm'd for him, and keeps her guard 70 In honestest defence.

Mar. The gods forbid else!

Wid. So, now they come:

Drum and Colours.

Enter BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and the whole army.

That is Antonio, the Duke's eldest son; That, Escalus.

Hel. Which is the Frenchman?

Dia. He; That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow. 75 I would he loved his wife: if he were honester He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?

Hel. I like him well.

Dia. 'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave That leads him to these places: were I his lady, 80 I would poison that vile rascal.

Hel. Which is he?

Dia. That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?

Hel. Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.

Par. Lose our drum! well.

Mat. He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us. 85

Wid. Marry, hang you!

Mar. And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier! [Exeunt Bertram, Parolles, and army.

Wid. The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will bring you Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents 90 There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound, Already at my house.

Hel. I humbly thank you: Please it this matron and this gentle maid To eat with us to-night, the charge and thanking Shall be for me; and, to requite you further, 95 I will bestow some precepts of this virgin Worthy the note.

Both. We'll take your offer kindly. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act III, Scene V — ] SCENE VII. Pope

Without the walls.] Capell. A public place in Florence. Theobald.

A tucket...] Transferred to line 7 by Dyce.

DIANA] her daughter. Ff.

VIOLENTA] om. Capell.

[1-14] As seventeen lines, ending come ... city ... sight... done ... service ... reported ... commander ... slew ... labour ... hark ... trumpets ... again ... of it ... earl ... name ... rich ... honesty ... neighbour ... gentleman ... companion in Ff. First as prose by Pope.

[3] Dia.] Violenta. Edd. conj.

[5] taken] ta'en Rowe.

greatest] great'st Ff.

[7] [Tucket.] Capell.

[18] not] but Hanmer. om. Warburton.

[20] is, example] Rowe (ed. 2). is example Ff.

[22] threaten] Pope, threatens Ff.

[25] known] found Hanmer (Warburton).

the modesty] of the modesty Long MS.

[27] Enter...] Rowe. Enter Hellen. Ff.

[31] le] F3 F4. la F1 F2.

[33] here] om. Theobald.

[34-37] Arranged as in Ff; as prose in Pope; as three lines, ending Hark you!... pilgrim ... by in Capell.

[35] is't] is it Capell.

A march afar.] Ff. Tucket. Capell.

[36] holy] om. Capell.

[37] the] the the F2.

[40] ample] amply Capell conj.

[40, 41] Is it ... pilgrim] As one line in Capell.

[43] I did] True, I did Hanmer.

[48] Whatsome'er he is] What somere he is F1 F3 F4. What somere his is F2. Whatsoe'er he is Rowe.

[52] mere the] the meer Hanmer. meerlye Warburton.

[54] coarsely] Johnson. coursely Ff.

[60] Alas] Ah Pope.

[63] I write good creature,] F1. I right good creature, F2 F3 F4. Ah! right good creature! Rowe. Ah! right; good creature! Theobald. Ay, right:--Good creature! Capell. A right good creature: Steevens (Malone conj.). I weet, good creature, Steevens conj. I write, good creature, Grant White.

[68] brokes] brooks Rowe (ed. 2).

[71] SCENE VIII. Pope.

[72] Enter Bertram...] Enter Count Rossillion... Ff (after defence, line 71).

[77] is't not a] but is it not A Hanmer.

[79] he is] he's Hanmer.

[80] places] paces Theobald. pranks Heath conj. passes Lettsom conj.

[81] I would] I'd Pope.

[82-84] That ... well] S. Walker reads as three lines, ending melancholy ... drum ... Well.

[84] well] om. Hanmer.

[87] [Parolles bows to them. Capell.

[88] Exeunt....] Exit. Ff.

[89] bring you] Rowe (ed. 2). bring you, (you in next line) F1. bring You, F2 F3 F4.

[96] of] F1. on F2 F3 F4.

Act III, Scene VI — Camp before Florence.

Enter BERTRAM and the two French Lords.

Sec. Lord. Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his way.

First Lord. If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no more in your respect.

Sec. Lord. On my life, my lord, a bubble. 5

Ber. Do you think I am so far deceived in him?

Sec. Lord. Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge, without any malice, but to speak of him as my kinsman, he's a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of no one 10 good quality worthy your lordship's entertainment.

First Lord. It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some great and trusty business in a main danger fail you.

Ber. I would I knew in what particular action to try him. 15

First Lord. None better than to let him fetch off his drum, which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.

Sec. Lord. I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly surprise him; such I will have, whom I am sure he knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink him so, 20 that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries, when we bring him to our own tents. Be but your lordship present at his examination: if he do not, for the promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of base fear, offer to betray you and 25 deliver all the intelligence in his power against you, and that with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never trust my judgement in any thing.

First Lord. O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum; he says he has a stratagem for't: when your 30 lordship sees the bottom of his success in't, and to what metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be melted, if you give him not John Drum's entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed. Here he comes.

Enter PAROLLES.

Sec. Lord. [Aside to Ber.] O, for the love of laughter, 35 hinder not the honour of his design: let him fetch off his drum in any hand.

Ber. How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your disposition.

First Lord. A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum. 40

Par. 'But a drum'! is't 'but a drum'? A drum so lost! There was excellent command,--to charge in with our horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers!

First Lord. That was not to be blamed in the command of the service: it was a disaster of war that Cæsar 45 himself could not have prevented, if he had been there to command.

Ber. Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is not to be recovered. 50

Par. It might have been recovered.

Ber. It might; but it is not now.

Par. It is to be recovered: but that the merit of service is seldom attributed to the true and exact performer, I would have that drum or another, or 'hic jacet.' 55

Ber. Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you think your mystery in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour again into his native quarter, be magnanimous in the enterprise and go on; I will grace the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you speed well in it, the Duke shall both 60 speak of it, and extend to you what further becomes his greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your worthiness.

Par. By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.

Ber. But you must not now slumber in it.

Par. I'll about it this evening: and I will presently 65 pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation; and by midnight look to hear further from me.

Ber. May I be bold to acquaint his Grace you are gone about it? 70

Par. I know not what the success will be, my lord; but the attempt I vow.

Ber. I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.

Par. I love not many words. [Exit. 75

Sec. Lord. No more than a fish loves water. Is not this a strange fellow, my lord, that so confidently seems to undertake this business, which he knows is not to be done; damns himself to do and dares better be damned than to do't? 80

First Lord. You do not know him, my lord, as we do: certain it is, that he will steal himself into a man's favour and for a week escape a great deal of discoveries; but when you find him out, you have him ever after.

Ber. Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of 85 this that so seriously he does address himself unto?

Sec. Lord. None in the world; but return with an invention and clap upon you two or three probable lies: but we have almost embossed him; you shall see his fall to-night; for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect. 90

First Lord. We'll make you some sport with the fox ere we case him. He was first smoked by the old lord Lafeu: when his disguise and he is parted, tell me what a sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this very night.

Sec. Lord. I must go look my twigs: he shall be caught. 95

Ber. Your brother he shall go along with me.

Sec. Lord. As't please your lordship: I'll leave you. [Exit.

Ber. Now will I lead you to the house, and show you The lass I spoke of.

First Lord. But you say she's honest.

Ber. That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once 100 And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her, By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind, Tokens and letters which she did re-send; And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature: Will you go see her?

First Lord. With all my heart, my lord. [Exeunt. 105

LINENOTES:

Act III, Scene VI — ] SCENE IX. Pope

Camp before Florence.] Capell.

Enter...] Rowe. Enter Count Rossillion and the Frenchmen, as at first. Ff.

[1] Sec. Lord.] Cap. E. Ff, and] generally throughout the scene, 1. Ld. Rowe. Fr. Env. Collier. See note (VI).

[3] First Lord.] Cap. G. Ff, and throughout the scene. 2. Ld. Rowe. Fr. Gent. Collier. See note (VI).

[18] Sec. Lord.] C. E. F1. G. E. F2. Cap. E. F3 F4. Omitted by Capell, who continues the following speech to 1. L.

[22] leaguer] F4. leager F1 F2 F3.

adversaries] adversary or adversary's Grant White conj.

[29, 30] O ... drum] Omit and lines 35, 36, 37. Capell conj.

[29] fetch] fetch off Dyce (Collier MS.).

[31] his] Rowe. this Ff.

[32] ore] oar Theobald, ours Ff. ores Collier MS.

[33] John] Tom Hanmer (Theobald conj.).

inclining] inelining F1.

[35] SCENE X. Pope.

Enter P.] Dyce (after line 37).

[35-37] Marked as 'Aside' by Capell.

[36] honour] F3 F4. honor F1 F2. humour Theobald.

[42] in] F1 F2 F3. him F4.

[44, 45] command] conduct Collier conj.

[55] 'hic jacet.'] hic jacet-- Theobald.

[57] mystery] mastery Collier conj.

[73, 74] As three lines, ending valiant ... souldiership ... Farewell in Ff.

[73] thou'rt] Capell. th' art Ff.

[74] thy] om. Warburton.

[76] SCENE XI. Pope.

[79] do] do't F4.

[79, 80.] to do 't] do 't Rann.

[83] discoveries] discovery S. Walker conj.

[88] probable] improbable S. Walker conj.

[92] case] uncase Hanmer. uncape Anon. conj.

[93] is parted] are parted Hanmer.

tell me] you'll tell me Rann conj.

[95] I ... caught] Continued to the former speaker by Capell.

go look] go and look Rowe. go lime Long MS. go lack Jackson conj. go loop Anon. conj.

[97] Sec. Lord.] 2 Lord. Theobald. Cap. G. Ff.

Sec. Lord. As't ... you] Fr. Cent. As't ... lordship. Fr. En. I'll leave you. Collier.

[99, 105] First Lord.] Cap. E. Ff.

[104] I have] I've Pope.

Act III, Scene VII — Florence. The Widow's house.

Enter HELENA and Widow.

Hel. If you misdoubt me that I am not she, I know not how I shall assure you further, But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.

Wid. Though my estate be fallen, I was well born, Nothing acquainted with these businesses; 5 And would not put my reputation now In any staining act.

Hel. Nor would I wish you. First, give me trust, the count he is my husband, And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken Is so from word to word; and then you cannot, 10 By the good aid that I of you shall borrow, Err in bestowing it.

Wid. I should believe you; For you have show'd me that which well approves You're great in fortune.

Hel. Take this purse of gold, And let me buy your friendly help thus far, 15 Which I will over-pay and pay again When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter, Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty, Resolved to carry her: let her in fine consent, As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it. 20 Now his important blood will nought deny That she'll demand: a ring the county wears, That downward hath succeeded in his house From son to son, some four or five descents Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds 25 In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire, To buy his will, it would not seem too dear, Howe'er repented after.

Wid. Now I see The bottom of your purpose.

Hel. You see it lawful, then: it is no more, 30 But that your daughter, ere she seems as won, Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter; In fine, delivers me to fill the time, Herself most chastely absent: after this, To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns 35 To what is past already.

Wid. I have yielded: Instruct my daughter how she shall persever, That time and place with this deceit so lawful May prove coherent. Every night he comes With musics of all sorts and songs composed 40 To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves; for he persists As if his life lay on't.

Hel. Why then to-night Let us assay our plot; which, if it speed, Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed, 45 And lawful meaning in a lawful act, Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact: But let's about it. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act III, Scene VII — ] SCENE XII. Pope

[5] businesses] basenesses Anon. conj.

[8, 17] count he] county Edd. conj.

[8] is] his F2

[14] You're] Y'are Ff. You are Capell.

[17] he] om. Pope.

[19] Resolved] Collier (Egerton MS.). Resolve F1. Resolves F2 F3 F4.

in fine] om. Rowe (ed. 2).

[20] how 'tis] how, 'tis Warburton.

[21] his important] F1 F2. this important F3 F4. this importurate Rowe (ed. i). his importunate Rowe (ed. 2).

[22] county wears] countie weares F1. county weares F2 F3. count wears F4. count does wear Rowe. See note (XIV).

[28, 29] Now ... purpose] As in Capell. As one line in Ff. Now do I see ... purpose (as one line) Hanmer.

[34] after this] F2 F3 F4. after F1. afterwards Collier conj.

[36] past] pact Anon. conj.

[40] musics] Musickes F1 F2. Musicks F3. Musick F4.

[41] steads] F4. steeds F1 F2 F3.

[42] eaves] Hanmer. eeves Ff.

[46] And lawful] Unlawful Hanmer.

lawful act] wicked act Warburton. lawless act Anon. conj.

Act IV, Scene I — Without the Florentine camp.

Enter Second French Lord, with five or six other Soldiers in ambush.

Sec. Lord. He can come no other way but by this hedge-corner. When you sally upon him, speak what terrible language you will: though you understand it not yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to understand him, unless some one among us whom we must produce 5 for an interpreter.

First Sold. Good captain, let me be the interpreter.

Sec. Lord. Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice? 10

First Sold. No, sir, I warrant you.

Sec. Lord. But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak to us again?

First Sold. E'en such as you speak to me.

Sec. Lord. He must think us some band of strangers i' the adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of 15 all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we speak one to another; so we seem to know, is to know straight our purpose: choughs' language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you, interpreter, you must seem very politic. But 20 couch, ho! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a sleep, and then to return and swear the lies he forges.

Enter PAROLLES.

Par. Ten o'clock: within these three hours 'twill be time enough to go home. What shall I say I have done? It must be a very plausive invention that carries it: they 25 begin to smoke me; and disgraces have of late knocked too often at my door. I find my tongue is too foolhardy; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it and of his creatures, not daring the reports of my tongue.

Sec. Lord. This is the first truth that e'er thine own 30 tongue was guilty of.

Par. What the devil should move me to undertake the recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I must give myself some hurts, and say I got them in exploit: yet 35 slight ones will not carry it; they will say, 'Came you off with so little?' and great ones I dare not give. Wherefore, what's the instance? Tongue, I must put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy myself another of Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils. 40

Sec. Lord. Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

Par. I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword.

Sec. Lord. We cannot afford you so. 45

Par. Or the baring of my beard; and to say it was in stratagem.

Sec. Lord. 'Twould not do.

Par. Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped.

Sec. Lord. Hardly serve. 50

Par. Though I swore I leaped from the window of the citadel--

Sec. Lord. How deep?

Par. Thirty fathom.

Sec. Lord. Three great oaths would scarce make that 55 be believed.

Par. I would I had any drum of the enemy's: I would swear I recovered it.

Sec. Lord. You shall hear one anon.

Par. A drum now of the enemy's,-- [Alarum within. 60

Sec. Lord. Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.

All. Cargo, cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo.

Par. O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes. [They seize and blindfold him.

First Sold. Boskos thromuldo boskos.

Par. I know you are the Muskos' regiment; 65 And I shall lose my life for want of language: If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch, Italian, or French, let him speak to me; I'll Discover that which shall undo the Florentine.

First Sold. Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and 70 can speak thy tongue. Kerelybonto, sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.

Par. O!

First Sold. O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche. 75

Sec. Lord. Oscorbidulchos volivorco.

First Sold. The general is content to spare thee yet; And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee: haply thou mayst inform Something to save thy life.

Par. O, let me live! 80 And all the secrets of our camp I'll show, Their force, their purposes; nay, I'll speak that Which you will wonder at.

First Sold. But wilt thou faithfully?

Par. If I do not, damn me.

First Sold. Acordo linta. 85 Come on; thou art granted space. [Exit, with Parolles guarded. A short alarum within.

Sec. Lord. Go, tell the Count Rousillon, and my brother, We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled Till we do hear from them.

Sec. Sold. Captain, I will.

Sec. Lord. A' will betray us all unto ourselves: 90 Inform on that.

Sec. Sold. So I will, sir.

Sec. Lord. Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

SCENE I. Without....] Capell. Continues in Florence. Pope. Part of the French camp in Florence. Theobald.

Enter Second French Lord....] Edd. Enter one of the Frenchmen.... Ff. Enter First Lord.... Capell. Enter French Envoy.... Collier. See note (VI).

Sec. Lord.] 1. Lord. E. Ff.

[5] among] amongst Rowe.

[7] captain] F3 F4. captaine F1. captaive F2.

[15] adversary's] Johnson, adversaries Ff. adversaries' Warburton.

[18] know straight] shew straight Hanmer. go straight to Collier (Collier MS.).

[19] choughs'] chough's F3 F4. choughs F1 F2.

[23] o'] Johnson, a Ff.

[29] my] my own Mason conj. mine own Rann.

[39 myself] om. Steevens.

Bajazet's] Baiazeths F1. Bajazeths F2 F3 F4.

[40] mule] F1 F2. Mules F3 F4. mute Hanmer (Warburton).

[57] enemy's] Malone. enemies Ff. enemies' Capell.

[60] enemy's,--] Edd. enemy's! Malone. enemies! Theobald. enemies. Ff.

[62] cargo, cargo] cargo Hanmer.

[63] [They ... him.] Rowe. om. Ff.

[64] Boskos ... boskos] F1. Baskos ... baskos F2 F3 F4.

[65] Muskos'] Capell. Muskos Ff.

[68] or] om. Capell.

[68, 69] Arranged as in Capell. Ile ... Florentine (in one line) Ff. I will ... undo The.... Malone.

[70-74] Boskos ... pray!] Printed as verse by Capell.

[73, 74] Par. O! First Sold. O, pray] Par. Oh, oh! 1. S. Pray. Capell.

[74] revania] F1. revanta F2. revancha F3 F4.

[76] Oscorbidulchos] F1. Osceorbidulchos F2 F3 F4.

[86] Exit....] Capell. Exit. Ff.

A short alarum within.] Ff. om. Capell.

[88] We have] We've Pope.

[90] A'] A Ff. He Rowe.

[91] Inform on that] Inform 'em that Rowe. Inform 'em too of that Capell.

Act IV, Scene II — Florence. The Widow's house.

Enter BERTRAM and DIANA.

Ber. They told me that your name was Fontibell.

Dia. No, my good lord, Diana.

Ber. Titled goddess; And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul, In your fine frame hath love no quality? If the quick fire of youth light not your mind, 5 You are no maiden, but a monument: When you are dead, you should be such a one As you are now, for you are cold and stern; And now you should be as your mother was When your sweet self was got. 10

Dia. She then was honest.

Ber. So should you be.

Dia. No: My mother did but duty; such, my lord, As you owe to your wife.

Ber. No more o' that; I prithee, do not strive against my vows: I was compell'd to her; but I love thee 15 By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever Do thee all rights of service.

Dia. Ay, so you serve us Till we serve you; but when you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness.

Ber. How have I sworn! 20

Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth, But the plain single vow that is vow'd true. What is not holy, that we swear not by, But take the High'st to witness: then, pray you, tell me, If I should swear by Jove's great attributes, 25 I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths, When I did love you ill? This has no holding, To swear by him whom I protest to love, That I will work against him: therefore your oaths Are words and poor conditions, but unseal'd, 30 At least in my opinion.

Ber. Change it, change it; Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy; And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts That you do charge men with. Stand no more off, But give thyself unto my sick desires, 35 Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever My love as it begins shall so persever.

Dia. I see that men make rope's in such a scarre That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.

Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power 40 To give it from me.

Dia. Will you not, my lord?

Ber. It is an honour 'longing to our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors; Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world In me to lose.

Dia. Mine honour's such a ring: 45 My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors; Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world In me to lose: thus your own proper wisdom Brings in the champion Honour on my part, 50 Against your vain assault.

Ber. Here, take my ring: My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine, And I'll be bid by thee.

Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window: I'll order take my mother shall not hear. 55 Now will I charge you in the band of truth, When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed, Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me: My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them When back again this ring shall be deliver'd: 60 And on your finger in the night I 'll put Another ring, that what in time proceeds May token to the future our past deeds. Adieu, till then; then, fail not. You have won A wife of me, though there my hope be done. 65

Ber. A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee. [Exit.

Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven and me! You may so in the end. My mother told me just how he would woo, As if she sat in's heart; she says all men 70 Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid, Marry that will, I live and die a maid: Only in this disguise I think't no sin 75 To cozen him that would unjustly win. [Exit.

LINENOTES:

Enter....] Enter Bertram and the Maid called Diana. Ff.

[2] Titled goddess] Titl'd, goddess Capell.

[8] stern] F3 F4. sterne F1 F2. stone Collier (Collier MS.).

[13] o'] Rowe. a' Ff.

[14] strive ... vows:] drive against my vows: Johnson conj. shrive--against my voice Id. conj.

[19] barely] basely Rowe (ed. 2).

[21-31] Dia. 'Tis not ... opinion] Dia. 'Tis not ... witness. Ber. Then ... ill? Dia. This ... opinion Staunton conj.

[21] makes] F1. make F2 F3 F4.

[23, 24] What ... me,] But ... by? Jackson conj. (inverting the lines).

What ... witness: then, pray] Bert. What ... witness. Diana. Then, pray Johnson conj.

[23-29] What ... against him] Erased in Collier MS.

[23] swear not by,] swear, not 'bides, Warburton.

[24] pray you] pray Pope.

[25] Jove's] Joves F3 F4. Ioues F1 F2. love's Grant White (Johnson conj.). God's Edd. conj. See note (xv).

attributes] F1. attribute F2 F3 F4.

[28] by] to Johnson conj.

whom] when Singer.

[28, 29] whom I ... him] and to protest I love Whom I will work against Becket conj.

[32] holy-cruel] Theobald. holy cruel Ff.

love] my love Staunton conj.

[35, 36] desires, Who then recover] Rowe (ed. 2). desires, Who then recovers Ff. desires, Which then recover Pope. desire, Who then recovers Capell.

[38] rope's ... scarre] F1 F2. ropes ... scarre F3. ropes ... scar F4. hopes ... affairs Rowe. hopes ... scene Malone. mopes in ... scar or japes of ... scathe Becket conj. hopes ... scare Henley conj. hopes ... cause Mitford conj. hopes ... war Singer (ed. 1). hopes ... scarre Singer (Knight conj.). slopes ... scarre Collier conj. ropes ... staire Id. conj. hopes ... case Dyce. hopes ... snare Staunton. hopes ... suit Collier (Collier MS.). may cope's ... sorte Williams conj.

[44] were] 'twere Collier (Collier MS.).

[53] And I'll] An I Collier conj.

[65] done] none Collier MS.

[66] I have] F1 F2. I've F3 F4.

[71] had] hath Capell conj. has Grant White.

[73] Frenchmen] men Hanmer.

[74] Marry] Marry 'em Theobald (Warburton).

[74] I] F1 F2. I'le F3 F4. I'd Theobald (Warburton).

Lords] Captains Ff.

Act IV, Scene III — The Florentine camp.

Enter the two French Lords and some two or three Soldiers.

First Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter?

Sec. Lord. I have delivered it an hour since: there is something in't that stings his nature; for on the reading it he changed almost into another man.

First Lord. He has much worthy blame laid upon him 5 for shaking off so good a wife and so sweet a lady.

Sec. Lord. Especially he hath incurred the everlasting displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you. 10

First Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the grave of it.

Sec. Lord. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he hath given 15 her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchaste composition.

First Lord. Now, God delay our rebellion! as we are ourselves, what things are we!

Sec. Lord. Merely our own traitors. And as in the 20 common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends, so he that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself.

First Lord. Is it not meant damnable in us, to be 25 trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company to-night?

Sec. Lord. Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour.

First Lord. That approaches apace: I would gladly 30 have him see his company anatomized, that he might take a measure of his own judgements, wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit.

Sec. Lord. We will not meddle with him till he come; for his presence must be the whip of the other. 35

First Lord. In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?

Sec. Lord. I hear there is an overture of peace.

First Lord. Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded.

Sec. Lord. What will Count Rousillon do then? will 40 he travel higher, or return again into France?

First Lord. I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether of his council.

Sec. Lord. Let it be forbid, sir; so should I be a great deal of his act. 45

First Lord. Sir, his wife some two months since fled from his house: her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques le Grand; which holy undertaking with most austere sanctimony she accomplished; and, there residing, the tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a 50 groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.

Sec. Lord. How is this justified?

First Lord. The stronger part of it by her own letters, which makes her story true, even to the point of her death: her death itself, which could not be her office to say is come, 55 was faithfully confirmed by the rector of the place.

Sec. Lord. Hath the count all this intelligence?

First Lord. Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from point, to the full arming of the verity.

Sec. Lord. I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this. 60

First Lord. How mightily sometimes we make us comforts of our losses!

Sec. Lord. And how mightily some other times we drown our gain in tears! The great dignity that his valour hath here acquired for him shall at home be encountered 65 with a shame as ample.

First Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues. 70

Enter a Messenger.

How now! where's your master?

Serv. He met the Duke in the street, sir, of whom he hath taken a solemn leave: his lordship will next morning for France. The Duke hath offered him letters of commendations to the king. 75

Sec. Lord. They shall be no more than needful there, if they were more than they can commend.

First Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness. Here's his lordship now.

Enter BERTRAM.

How now, my lord! is't not after midnight? 80

Ber. I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success: I have congied with the Duke, done my adieu with his nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my lady mother I am returning; entertained my convoy; and between these 85 main parcels of dispatch effected many nicer needs: the last was the greatest, but that I have not ended yet.

Sec. Lord. If the business be of any difficulty, and this morning your departure hence, it requires haste of your lordship. 90

Ber. I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this dialogue between the fool and the soldier? Come, bring forth this counterfeit module, has deceived me, like a double-meaning prophesier. 95

Sec. Lord. Bring him forth: he has sat i' the stocks all night, poor gallant knave.

Ber. No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurping his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?

Sec. Lord. I have told your lordship already, the stocks 100 carry him. But to answer you as you would be understood; he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his setting i' the stocks: and what think 105 you he hath confessed?

Ber. Nothing of me, has a'?

Sec. Lord. His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe you are, you must have the patience to hear it. 110

Enter PAROLLES guarded, and First Soldier.

Ber. A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of me: hush, hush!

First Lord. Hoodman comes! Portotartarosa.

First Sold. He calls for the tortures: what will you say without 'em? 115

Par. I will confess what I know without constraint: if ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more.

First Sold. Bosko chimurcho.

First Lord. Boblibindo chicurmurco.

First Sold. You are a merciful general. Our general 120 bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.

Par. And truly, as I hope to live.

First Sold. [reads] First demand of him how many horse the Duke is strong. What say you to that?

Par. Five or six thousand; but very weak and unserviceable: 125 the troops are all scattered, and the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit and as I hope to live.

First Sold. Shall I set down your answer so?

Par. Do: I'll take the sacrament on 't, how and which 130 way you will.

Ber. All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this!

First Lord. You're deceived, my lord: this is Monsieur Parolles, the gallant militarist,--that was his own phrase,-- that had the whole theoric of war in the knot of his scarf, 135 and the practice in the chape of his dagger.

Sec. Lord. I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword clean, nor believe he can have every thing in him by wearing his apparel neatly.

First Sold. Well, that's set down. 140

Par. Five or six thousand horse, I said,--I will say true,--or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth.

First Lord. He's very near the truth in this.

Ber. But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he delivers it. 145

Par. Poor rogues, I pray you, say.

First Sold. Well, that's set down.

Par. I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the rogues are marvellous poor.

First Sold. [reads] Demand of him, of what strength they are 150 a-foot. What say you to that?

Par. By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a hundred and fifty; Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, two hundred and 155 fifty each; mine own company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll; half of the which dare not shake the snow from off their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces. 160

Ber. What shall be done to him?

First Lord. Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my condition, and what credit I have with the Duke.

First Sold. Well, that's set down. [Reads] You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain be i' the camp, a Frenchman; 165 what his reputation is with the Duke; what his valour, honesty, and expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not possible, with well-weighing sums of gold, to corrupt him to a revolt. What say you to this? what do you know of it?

Par. I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of 170 the inter'gatories: demand them singly.

First Sold. Do you know this Captain Dumain?

Par. I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris, from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's fool with child,--a dumb innocent, that could not say him nay. 175

Ber. Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.

First Sold. Well, is this captain in the Duke of Florence's camp?

Par. Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. 180

First Lord. Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear of your lordship anon.

First Sold. What is his reputation with the Duke?

Par. The Duke knows him for no other but a poor officer of mine; and writ to me this other day to turn him 185 out o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket.

First Sold. Marry, we'll search.

Par. In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there, or it is upon a file with the Duke's other letters in my tent.

First Sold. Here 'tis; here's a paper: shall I read it to 190 you?

Par. I do not know if it be it or no.

Ber. Our interpreter does it well.

First Lord. Excellently.

First Sold. [reads] Dian, the count's a fool, and full of gold,-- 195

Par. That is not the Duke's letter, sir; that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again. 200

First Sold. Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour.

Par. My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to be a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to virginity and devours up all the fry it finds. 205

Ber. Damnable both-sides rogue!

First Sold. [reads] When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it; After he scores, he never pays the score: Half won is match well made; match, and well make it; He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before; 210 And say a soldier, Dian, told thee this, Men are to mell with, boys are not 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 vowed to thee in thine ear, 215 PAROLLES.

Ber. He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme in's forehead.

Sec. Lord. This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist and the armipotent soldier. 220

Ber. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now he's a cat to me.

First Sold. I perceive, sir, by the general's looks, we shall be fain to hang you.

Par. My life, sir, in any case: not that I am afraid to 225 die; but that, my offences being many, I would repent out the remainder of nature: let me live, sir, in a dungeon, i' the stocks, or any where, so I may live.

First Sold. We'll see what may be done, so you confess freely; therefore, once more to this Captain Dumain: 230 you have answered to his reputation with the Duke and to his valour: what is his honesty?

Par. He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister: for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus: he professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking 'em he is stronger than 235 Hercules: he will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool: drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will be swine-drunk; 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 240 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.

First Lord. I begin to love him for this.

Ber. For this description of thine honesty? A pox 245 upon him for me, he's more and more a cat.

First Sold. 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 250 honour to be the officer at a place there called 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.

First Lord. He hath out-villained villany so far, that the rarity redeems him. 255

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

First Sold. 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'écu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from 260 all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually.

First Sold. What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain?

Sec. Lord. Why does he ask him of me?

First Sold. What's he? 265

Par. E'en a crow o' the 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 a retreat he outruns any lackey; many, in coming on he has the cramp. 270

First Sold. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine?

Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count Rousillon.

First Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure. 275

Par. [Aside] 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 this danger. Yet who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken? 280

First Sold. There is no remedy, sir, but you must die: the general says, you that have so traitorously discovered the secrets of your army and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head. 285

Par. O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death!

First Sold. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [Unblinding him. So, look about you: know you any here?

Ber. Good morrow, noble captain. 290

Sec. Lord. God bless you, Captain Parolles.

First Lord. God save you, noble captain.

Sec. Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France.

First Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of 295 the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon? an I were not a very coward, I'ld compel it of you: but fare you well. [Exeunt Bertram and Lords.

First Sold. You are undone, captain, all but your scarf; that has a knot on't yet. 300

Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot?

First Sold. If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so much shame, you might begin an impudent nation. Fare ye well, sir; I am for France too: we shall speak of you there. 305 [Exit, with Soldiers.

Par. Yet am I thankful: if my 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 shall: simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, 310 Let him fear this, for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass. Rust, sword! cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! There's place and means for every man alive. 315 I'll after them. [Exit

LINENOTES:

[1] First Lord.] 1 Ld. Rowe. Cap. G. Ff (and throughout the scene).

[2] Sec. Lord.] 2 Ld. Rowe. Cap. E. Ff (and throughout the scene).

[16] made] paid Staunton conj.

[18] delay] allay Hanmer.

[22] till] ere Hanmer. when Mason conj.

[23, 24] nobility, ... stream] Theobald. nobility ... stream, Ff.

[25] meant] Ff. most Hanmer. meantime Heath conj. mean and Mason conj. maint Nicholson conj. mere Anon. conj.

[26] trumpeters] the trumpeters Rowe.

[30] apace] agace F3.

[31] company] companion Hanmer.

anatomized] anatomiz'd Rowe. anathomiz'd Ff.

[32] judgements] Ff. judgement Pope.

wherein so curiously] where so incuriously Badham conj.

curiously] F1 F2. seriously F3 F4.

[33] this] F1 F2. his F3 F4.

[36] these] F1. those F2 F3 F4.

[39] concluded] is concluded Rowe (ed. 1).

[47] is] om. Capell.

[48] most] a most Rowe (ed. 2).

[49] the] through the Capell.

[50] as] om. Long MS.

[53] stronger] stranger Collier (Collier MS.).

[54] makes] Ff. make Malone.

[55] itself] is selfe F2. See note (XVI).

[56] was] and Collier (Collier MS.).

[58, 59] point from point] Ff. from point to point Hanmer. point for point Capell.

[64] gain] gains Edd. conj.

[70] Messenger] Ff. Servant Rowe (ed. 2).

[74, 75] commendations] commendation Rowe (ed. 2).

[78] SCENE IV. Pope.

First Lord.] Ber. F1 F2. Cap. G. F3 F4.

[79] Enter B.] Enter Count Rossillion Ff (after line 77).

[83] congied] Ff. conge'd Capell.

[86] effected] F3 F4. affected F1 F2.

[94] module] Ff. medal Hanmer (Warburton). model Collier.

module, has] F2. module has F1. module; 'has F3 F4. module; h'as Rowe (ed. 2).

[96] forth] forth [Exeunt Soldiers.] Capell.

he has] h'as F1 F2. ha's F3 F4.

i'the] i'th Ff. in the Rowe.

[100] Sec. Lord.] 2 L. Capell. Cap. E. F1 F2. Cap. G. F3 F4. 1 Ld. Rowe.

[105] i'the] i'th Ff.

[107] has a'] ha's a F1 F2 F3. has a F4. has he Rowe (ed. 2).

[110] hear] bear Anon conj.

[Enter...] Enter Parolles with his Interpreter. Ff.

[111] SCENE V. Pope.

[112] hush, hush!] hush F2.

[112, 113 hush, hush! First Lord. Hoodman] 1 Lord. Hush! hoodman Hanmer. 1 L. Hush, hush! hoodman S. Walker conj.

[113] Hoodman] Headsman Grey conj.

[114] First Sold.] Int. Ff (and throughout the scene).

[116, 117] I will ... more] Printed as two lines in Ff, ending ...constraint, ...more.

[132] Ber. All's one to him. What] Capell. All's one to him. Ber. What Ff. All's one to me. Ber. What Rowe. 1 Lord, or 2. Lord, All's ... him Ber. What Ritson conj. All's one to me. Ber. All's one to him! what Anon. conj.

[132-139, 143-145, 161-163, 176, 177, 181, 182, 193, 194, 206, 217-222, 244-246, 254-256, 264] are marked as 'Asides' by Capell.

[133] You're] Y'are Ff.

[135] theoric] theory Rowe.

[152] live] die S. Walker conj. leave Staunton conj. shrive Anon. conj.

this] but this Hanmer. See note (XIV).

[155] Guiltian] Julian S. Walker conj.

[155, 156] and fifty] Rowe (ed. 2). fifty F1 F2. om. F3 F4.

[157] and fifty] Rowe (ed. 2). fifty Ff.

[163] condition] F1. conditions F2 F3 F4.

[165] i'the] i'th F1 F3 F4. it'h F2.

[167] wars] F1 F2 F3. war F4.

[170] particular] particulars Capell.

[171] inter'gatories] interrogatories F4. interrogatory Capell.

[173] a'] a Ff. he Rowe.

[174] shrieve's] sheriff's Hanmer.

[175] [Dumain lifts up his hand in anger. Johnson.

[182] your lordship] Pope. your Lord Ff. you Lord Rowe (ed. 1).

[185] this] F1 F2. the F3 F4.

[186] o' the] a' th Ff.

[189] a file] the file Theobald.

[195] After this line Johnson supposes one to be lost.

gold] golden store or golden ore Steevens conj. gold, I speak it Jackson conj. (reading lines 208-210 in this order 209, 210, 208).

[207] First Sold. [reads] Int. Let. Ff. Inter. reads the letter. Rowe.

[209] well made] ill made Capell conj. half made Jackson conj.

match, and well] match well and Hanmer. watch, and well Johnson conj. (who would read the lines 207-210 in the following order, 209, 207, 208, 210).

and well] an' we'll Steevens conj.

[212] not] but Pope (ed. 2. Theobald).

[213] count's] count F2.

[214] when] where Collier (Collier MS.).

[218] in's] in his Rowe.

[222] now] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[223] the] F3 F4. your F1 F2. our Capell.

[227] i' the] i' th Ff.

[228] or] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.

[233] an egg] an Ag. (i.e. Agnes) Becket conj.

[235] in breaking] F1. breaking F2 F3 F4.

'em] em F1 F2 F3. them F4.

[246] he's] he is Pope.

[248] has] ha's Ff. h'as Rowe.

[254] out-villained] out-villanied S. Walker conj.

[259] quart d'écu] Pope. cardceue F1. cardecue F2 F3 F4.

[261] for it] in it Hanmer.

[266] o' the] a' th F1 F2 F4, at'h F3.

[270] has] ha's F1.

[276] [Aside] Rowe (ed. 2).

[279] this danger] danger Rowe.

[288] [Unblinding him.] Rowe (ed. 1). [Unbinding him. Rowe (ed. 2). [Unmuffling him. Steevens.

[291, 293] Sec. Lord.] Lo. E. F1.

[296] the sonnet] F1 F2. the same sonnet F3 F4. that same sonnet Rowe.

[297] an] and Ff. if Pope.

[298] [Exeunt B. and Lords.] Exeunt. Ff.

[305] [Exit...] Exit. Ff.

[306] SCENE VI. Pope.

am I] I am Hanmer.

[312] After this S. Walker conjectures that a line has been omitted.

Act IV, Scene IV — Florence. The Widow's house.

Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA.

Hel. That 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, 5 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, 10 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, You never had a servant to whose trust 15 Your business was more welcome.

Hel. Nor you, mistress, Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour To recompense your love: doubt not but heaven Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower, As it hath fated her to be my motive 20 And helper to a husband. But, O strange men! That can such sweet use make of what they hate, When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night: so lust doth play With what it loathes for that which is away. 25 But more of this hereafter. You, Diana, Under my poor instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf.

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

Hel. Yet, I pray you: 30 But with the word the time will bring on summer, When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns, And be as sweet as sharp. We must away; Our waggon is prepared, and time revives us: ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL: still the fine's the crown; 35 Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act IV, Scene IV — ] SCENE VII. Pope

[3] 'fore] for F1.

[6] which] for which Hanmer.

[9] is at] it F2.

Marseilles] Rowe (ed. 2). Marcellæ F1. Marsellis F2 F3. Marselis F4.

[16] you] F4. your F1 F2 F3.

[23] saucy trusting of] Ff. fancy trusting in Hanmer. fancy trusting of Warburton.

[30, 31] I pray you: But with the word] Ff. I pray you, Bear with the word: Hanmer. I pray you, But with the word: Capell. I pray you,--But with the word, Steevens (Henley conj.). I fray you But with the word: Collier (Blackstone conj.). I play you But with the word: Jackson conj. I pray you: But with the world Collier MS. I pay you But with the word; Grant White. I pay you But with the word, Staunton conj.

[31-33] But ... away] But--with the word 'The time ... sharp,'--we must away Anon. conj.

[34] revives] Ff. reviles Hanmer. revyes Warburton. invites Johnson and Heath conj.

[35] the fine's] Theobald. the fines F1. that fines F2 F3. that finds F4.

[36] course] curse Rowe (ed. 2).

Act IV, Scene V — Rousillon. The COUNT'S palace.

Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and Clown.

Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour, and your son here at home, more advanced by the king 5 than by that red-tailed 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 10 owed her a more rooted love.

Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.

Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the salad, or rather, the herb of grace. 15

Laf. They are not 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? 20

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. 25

Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.

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

Clo. At your service. 30

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?

Clo. Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his fisnomy 35 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 purse: I give thee not this to 40 suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still.

Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world; let his nobility remain in's court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, 45 which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some that humble themselves may; but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire.

Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and 50 I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways: let my horses be well looked to, without any tricks.

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature. 55 [Exit.

Laf. A shrewd knave and an unhappy.

Count. So he is. My lord that's gone made himself much sport out of him: by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will. 60

Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about to tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death and that my lord your son was upon his return home, I moved the king my master to speak in the behalf of my daughter; which, in the minority of them both, his majesty, out of a 65 self-gracious remembrance, did first propose: his highness hath promised me to do it: and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship like it?

Count. With very much content, my lord; and I wish 70 it happily effected.

Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able body as when he numbered thirty: he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom failed. 75

Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I die. I have letters that my son will be here to-night: I shall beseech your lordship to remain with me till they meet together.

Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I 80 might safely 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.

Re-enter Clown.

Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a 85 patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under't or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare.

Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery 90 of honour; so belike is that.

Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face.

Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talk with the young noble soldier.

Clo. Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine 95 hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head and nod at every man. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act IV, Scene V — ] SCENE VIII. Pope

COUNTESS,2] Old Lady, Ff.

[5] advanced] advantaged Warburton.

[6] than by that] but for that Hanmer.

[7] I had] he had Hanmer (Theobald conj.).

[13] salads] sallets Ff.

[15] salad] sallet Ff.

[16] herbs] Ff. sallet-herbs Rowe. pot-herbs Collier MS.

[19] grass] Rowe. grace Ff.

[24] his wife] this wife F2.

[26] bauble] folly Hanmer.

[34] Who's] F4. Whose F1 F2 F3.

[35] a'] a Ff. he Rowe (ed. 2).

name] Rowe. maine F1 F2. main F3. mean F4. mien Anon. conj.

[36] hotter] honour'd Hanmer (Warburton).

there] F1 F2. here F3 F4.

[41] suggest] seduce Rowe (ed. 2).

[42] I am] I'm Theobald.

[43, 44] fire But, sure, he ... world;] fire, but sure he ... world, Ff. fire; but since he ... world, Hanmer. fire. But, for he ... world, Capell.

[44] his] the Collier MS.

[54] sir] om. Rowe.

[57] he] Rowe. a Ff.

[60] pace] place Hanmer.

runs] he runs F3 F4.

[72] Marseilles] Pope. Marcellus F1. Marsellis F2. Marselles F3 F4.

[73] he] Rowe (ed. 2). a Ff. and Rowe (ed. 1).

[76] It] Ir F1. I F2.

that I hope I] that hope that I Warburton.

[90] Laf.] F1. La. F2 F3 F4. Count Rowe.

[90, 91] A scar ... that] Printed as three lines in Ff, ending got ... honour ... that.

[92] carbonadoed] Theobald. carbinado'd Ff.

[93] Laf.] F1 F3 F4. La. F2 (and frequently in this scene).

[93, 94] Let us ... soldier] Printed as three lines in Ff, ending see ... talk ... soldier.

Act V, Scene I — Marseilles. A street.

Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA, with two Attendants.

Hel. But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it: But since you have made the days and nights as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold you do so grow in my requital 5 As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;

Enter a Gentleman.

This man may help me to his majesty's ear, If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.

Gent. And you.

Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. 10

Gent. I have been sometimes there.

Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen From the report that goes upon your goodness; And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to 15 The use of your own virtues, for the which I shall continue thankful.

Gent. What's your will?

Hel. That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king, And aid me with that store of power you have 20 To come into his presence.

Gent. The king's not here.

Hel. Not here, sir!

Gent. Not, indeed: He hence removed last night and with more haste Than is his use.

Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains!

Hel. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL yet, 25 Though time seem so adverse and means unfit. I do beseech you, whither is he gone?

Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; Whither I am going.

Hel. I do beseech you, sir, Since you are like to see the king before me, 30 Commend the paper to his gracious hand, Which I presume shall render you no blame But rather make you thank your pains for it. I will come after you with what good speed Our means will make us means.

Gent. This I'll do for you. 35

Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Marseilles. A street.] Capell. The Court of France. Pope.

[3] you have] you've Pope.

[6] Enter a Gentleman.] Rowe. Enter a gentle Astringer. F1. Enter a gentle Astranger. F2. Enter a Gentleman a stranger. F3 F4.

[16] virtues] virtue S. Walker conj.

[29] I do] I Hanmer.

[35] make us means.] make us. Anon. conj.

[36-38] Printed as prose in Ff. First as verse by Pope.

Act V, Scene II — Rousillon. Before the COUNT'S palace

Enter Clown, and PAROLLES, following.

Par. Good Monsieur Lavache, 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 mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. 5

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Prithee, allow the wind.

Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I spake but by a metaphor. 10

Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get thee further.

Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.

Clo. Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's 15 close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes himself.

Enter LAFEU.

Here is a purr of fortune's, 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 20 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 similes of comfort and leave him to your lordship. [Exit.

Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly 25 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 30 long under her? There's a quart d'écu for you: let the justices make you and fortune friends: I am for other business.

Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one single word. 35

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 'word,' then. Cox my passion! give me your hand. How does your drum? 40

Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me!

Laf. 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, 45 for you did bring me out.

Laf. 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 50 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.

LINENOTES:

Act V, Scene II — Before ... palace.] Edd. Inner-court of the palace. Capell

following.] Capell. ill-favoured. Collier MS.

[1] Monsieur] Mr Ff. Lavache] Edd. (Tollet conj.).

Lavatch Ff. Lapatch Jervis conj.

[4] mood] moat Theobald. See note (XVII).

[10] spake] F1. speake F2. speak F3 F4.

[12] or against] against Theobald.

[18] Here] Clo. Here Ff.

purr] purre F1 F2 F3. pur F4. puss Mason conj.

or of] or Warburton.

[19] musk-cat] Theobald. Muscat Ff. mouse-cat Anon. conj.

has] hath Pope.

[22] ingenious] ingenuous Anon. conj.

[23] similes] Theobald (Warburton). smiles Ff.

[31] under her?] F2 F3 F4. under? F1.

quart'd'écu] Pope. cardecue Ff.

[36] You] If you Anon. conj.

[39] 'word'] word F1 F2. one word F3 F4. a word Collier (Egerton MS.).

[45] lies in you] lies on you Capell.

[49] [Trumpets sound.] Sound trumpets. Theobald, om. Ff.

Act V, Scene III — Rousillon. The COUNT'S palace

Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LAFEU, the two French Lords, with Attendants.

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.

Count. 'Tis past, my liege; And I beseech your majesty to make it 5 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; Though my revenges were high bent upon him, 10 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 15 Whose beauty did astonish the survey Of richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive, Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve Humbly call'd mistress.

King. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither; 20 We are reconciled, 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 we do bury The incensing relics of it: let him approach, 25 A stranger, no offender; and inform him So 'tis our will he should.

Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit.

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 30 That set him high in fame.

Enter BERTRAM.

Laf. 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; 35 The time is fair again.

Ber. My high-repented blames, Dear sovereign, pardon to me.

King. All is whole; Not one word more of the consumed time. Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees 40 The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time 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 45 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 stolen; 50 Extended or contracted all proportions To a most hideous object: thence it came That she whom all men praised and whom myself, Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye The dust that did offend it.

King. Well excused: 55 That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away 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 faults 60 Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them until we know their grave: Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends and after weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see what's done, 65 While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin: The main consents are had; and here we'll stay To see our widower's second marriage-day. 70

Count. Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless! Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cesse!

Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name Must be digested, give a favour from you To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, 75 That she may quickly come. [Bertram gives a ring.] By my old beard, And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this, The last that e'er I took her leave at court, I saw upon her finger.

Ber. Hers it was not. 80

King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't. This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help, that by this token 85 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 90 At her life's rate.

Laf. I am sure I saw her wear it.

Ber. You are deceived, 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 thought 95 I stood engaged: but when I had subscribed 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 ceased In heavy satisfaction and would never 100 Receive the ring again.

King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, 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 105 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, 110 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 honour; And makest conjectural fears to come into me, Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove 115 That thou art so inhuman,--'twill not prove so;-- And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly, 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. 120 [Guards seize Bertram.

My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him! We'll sift this matter further.

Ber. If you shall prove This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy 125 Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet she never was. [Exit, guarded.

King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.

Enter a Gentleman.

Gent. Gracious sovereign, Whether I have been to blame or no, I know not: Here's a petition from a Florentine, 130 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 135 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 140 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. DIANA CAPILET. 145

Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for this: I 'll none of him.

King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors: Go speedily and bring again the count. 150 I am afeard the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd.

Count. Now, justice on the doers!

Re-enter BERTRAM, guarded.

King. I wonder, sir, sith wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry.

Enter Widow and DIANA.

What woman's that? 155

Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capilet: 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 160 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 further? 165

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 mine; You give away myself, which is known mine; 170 For I by vow am so embodied yours, That she which marries you must marry me, Either both or none.

Laf. Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you are no husband for her. 175

Ber. My lord, this a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness 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 180 Till your deeds gain them: fairer prove your honour Than in my thought it lies.

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

King. What say'st thou to her?

Ber. She's impudent, my lord, 185 And was a common gamester to the camp.

Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so, He might have bought me at a common price: Do not believe him. O, behold this ring, Whose high respect and rich validity 190 Did lack a parallel; yet for all that He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, If I be one.

Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: Of six preceding ancestors, that gem, Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, 195 Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife; That ring's a thousand proofs.

King. Methought you said You saw one here in court could witness it.

Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce So bad an instrument: his name's Parolles. 200

Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.

King. Find him, and bring him hither. [Exit an Attendant.

Ber. What of him? He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd; Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth. 205 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 liked her, And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth: She knew her distance, and did angle for me, 210 Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, Her infinite cunning, with her modern grace, Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring; 215 And I had that which any inferior might At market-price have bought.

Dia. I must be patient: You, that have 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, 220 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. 225

Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed.

King. The story then goes false, you threw it him Out of a casement.

Dia. I have spoke the truth.

Enter PAROLLES.

Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.

King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you. 230 Is this the man you speak of?

Dia. Ay, my lord.

King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I 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 you? 235

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? 240

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. 245

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 orator.

Dia. Do you know he promised me marriage? 250

Par. Faith, I know more than I'll speak.

King. But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest?

Par. 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, 255 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 which would derive me ill will to speak of; therefore I will not speak what I know. 260

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? 265

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. 270

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 wife.

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

King. Take her away; I do not like her now; 275 To prison with her: and away with him. Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring, 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 customer. 280

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

King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all this while?

Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty: He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't; I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not. 285 Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; I am either maid, or else this old man's wife.

King. She does abuse our ears: to prison with her.

Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal sir: [Exit Widow. The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for, 290 And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Who hath abused me, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him: He knows himself my bed he hath defiled; And at that time he got his wife with child: 295 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.

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; 300 '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, I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring; And, look you, here's your letter; this it says: 305 '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?

Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. 310

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: [To Parolles] Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: so, 315 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. [To Diana] If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, 320 Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower; For I can guess that by thy honest aid Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid. Of that and all the progress, more or less, Resolvedly more leisure shall express: 325 All yet seems well; and if it end so meet, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. [Flourish.

LINENOTES:

Act V, Scene III — The Count's palace.] A Room of State in the Palace. Capell

COUNTESS] old Lady Ff.

[1] of her] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.

esteem] estate Warburton conj. (withdrawn).

[6] blaze] Warburton. blade Ff.

[8] O'erbears ... burns] O'er-bear ... burn Hanmer.

[12, 13] But ... lady] Hanmer these lines at did ... lady.

[21] We are] We're Pope.

[23] nature] matter Hanmer.

[24] we do] do we Reed.

[28] What ... spoke?] As two lines in Ff, ending daughter ... spoke?

[30, 31] Printed as prose in Ff. First as verse by Pope.

[31] set] Rowe. sets Ff.

[32] I am] I'm Pope.

Act V, Scene IV — Pope

Enter Bertram.] Enter Count Bertram. Ff.

[39] forward] forehead Anon. conj.

[44] Admiringly, my liege, at first] F3 F4. Admiringly my liege, at first F1 F2. Admiringly, my liege. At first Rowe. Admiringly, my liege. Even at first Hanmer. Admiringly, my liege; at the first sight Capell. Admiringly. My liege, at first Collier.

[49] warp'd] warpt F1 F2. wrapt F3 F4.

[50] Scorn'd] Scorch'd Hanmer (Warburton). Scors'd Becket conj.

[58, 59] Like ... offence,] (Like ... To an offender) _turns to sour repentance_Hanmer.

carried, ... sender] Theobald. carried ... sender, Ff. carried, ... sender, Rowe.

[59] sour] sore Collier MS.

[60] that's gone] that is gone Rowe (ed. 2).

Our] Our own Capell.

faults] thoughts Long MS.

[61] trivial] triviall F1 F2. triall F3. trial F4.

[65, 66] Our ... afternoon] omitted in Collier MS.

[65] own] old Collier (Mason conj.).

[66] shameful hate] shapeful hate F4. shame full late W. G. C. (Fras. Mag.) conj.

sleeps] slept Johnson conj.

[67, 68] forget her ... fair Maudlin] forget ... Margaret Anon. conj.

[71] Count.] Theobald. Continued to King in Ff. O dear] dear Lloyd conj.

[72] meet,] Rowe. meet F1 F2. meet F3 F4.

in me] in one Long MS. cesse] F1. ceasse F2. ceass F3. cease F4.

[74] digested] F1 F4. disgested F2 F3.

[76] [B. gives a ring.] Hanmer.

[79] that e'er I] that ere I Ff. that e'er she Rowe. time e'er she Hanmer. time, ere she Collier (Collier MS.).

that ... leave] leave that I took of her Jervis conj.

[85] Necessitied] F1 F2 F3. Necessited F4.

[90] I have] I've Pope.

[91] life's] Rowe. lives Ff.

I am] I'm Pope.

[96] engaged] Rowe. ingag'd Ff. ungag'd Theobald. in gage Jackson conj.

[101] Plutus] Rowe (ed. 2). Platus] Ff.

[110] yourself] you selfe F2.

[114] conjectural] connecturall F1.

[115] would fain] should fain Capell (corrected in MS.).

out.] out, F1 F2 F3. out; F4.

[120] [Guards seize B.] Rowe.

[122] tax] F3 F4. taxe F2. taze F1.

[127] [Exit, guarded.] Rowe.

[128] SCENE v. Pope.

I am] I'm Pope.

thinkings] thinking Rowe.

Enter....] Ff (after line 127). Enter the Astringer. Grant White.

[129] I have] I've Pope.

to blame] too blame Ff.

[131] hath] had Heath conj.

for four] some four Warburton.

[136] importing] important Boswell (1821).

[139] King, [reads] A letter. Ff. The King reads a letter. Rowe.

[143] his] F1 F2. this F3 F4.

[144] you it best] your breast it Hanmer.

[145, 157] Capilet] Ff. Capulet Rowe.

[146] fair] faire F1. feare F2. fear F3 F4.

and toll] a toule Becket conj.

[146, 147] toll for this: I'll] toule for this. Ile F1. toule him for this. Ile F2 F3 F4. toll for him. For this, I'll Theobald, toll him: for this, I'll Steevens. toll: for this, I'll Collier (Mason conj.). towl him: for this, I'll Grant White.

[147] this ... him] him ... this Anon, conj.

[150] [Exeunt some Attendants. Capell. Exeunt Gentleman and some Attendants. Malone.

[151] afeard] afraid Rowe.

[152] Re-enter B., guarded.] Capell. Enter Bertram. Ff (after line 150).

[153] sir, sith wives are monsters

Dyce. sir, sir, wives are monsters F1. sir, wives are such monsters F2. sir, wives are so monstrous F3 F4. sir, since wives are monsters Steevens (Tyrwhitt conj.). sir, sin wives are monsters Becket conj. sir, for wives are monsters Collier (Egerton MS.).

[154] them lordship] to them Rowe (ed. 2). them worship Anon. conj.

[155] marry] wed Pope.

Enter Widow and Diana.

Enter Widdow, Diana, and Parolles. Ff. Re-enter Gentleman with Widow and Diana. Malone. Enter the Astringer with ... Grant White.

[157] Capilet] Capulets Heath conj.

[163] hither] F2 F3 F4. hether F1.

count; do you] count; do you not Hanmer. count; say, do you Capell. county, do you S. Walker conj.

[168] that is] this is or that were Seymour conj.

[170] myself] my flesh Hanmer.

[174] too] om. Hanmer, who reads lines 174, 175 as verse, ending comes ... her.

[To Bertram. Rowe.

[179] Than for] Than e'er Pope. Than so Collier MS.

[181] them: fairer] Hanmer (Theobald conj.). them fairer: Ff.

[182] Good] Now, good Hanmer.

[192, 204] o'] Rowe. a' Ff.

[193] Count.] Coun. F1. Boun. F2. Old La. F3 F4.

'tis it] Capell. 'tis hit Ff. 'tis his Pope. is hit Malone conj. 'tis fit Henley conj.

[195] to the sequent] to 'th sequent F1 F2. to th' sequent F3 F4. to th' subsequent Pope.

[196] it] so Hanmer.

[202] [Exit an Attendant. Dyce.

him?] F2 F3 F4. him: F1.

[205] Whose nature sickens but ... truth.] Hanmer. Whose nature sickens: but ... truth, Ff. Which nature sickens with: but to speak truth, Rowe.

[210] for me] F1. of me F2 F3 F4.

[214] infinite cunning] Singer (S. Walker conj.). insuite comming F1. insuit comming F2 F3. insuit coming F4. in suit coming Hanmer. insuit cunning Easy conj. instant comity Bubier conj.

infinite ... grace] own suit joining with her mothers, scarce Heath conj.

modern] modest Long MS.

[216] any] an or my S. Walker conj.

[218] have turn'd off] Ff. turn'd off Rowe (ed. 2).

[219] diet] edict Jackson conj.

[221] it] this Hanmer.

[223, 224] Sir, ... finger] Metre as in Capell. As one line in Ff. Much like that same upon your finger, sir. Hanmer.

[228] Dia. I have ... truth] omitted by Rowe.

[Enter P.] Ff. Re-enter Attendant, with P. Dyce (after line 230).

[229] SCENE VI. Pope.

[231] Ay] It is Theobald.

[232] Tell me, sirrah] Now tell me, sirrah Capell.

sirrah, but tell me true] but tell me true, sirrah Hanmer.

[236] gentleman] gentlemen F2.

[241, 242] but how? King. How,] King. But how, how, Malone conj.

[243] gentleman] Rowe. Gent. Ff.

[246] knave.] knave, Ff. knave; Rowe.

[252] But] What! Capell conj.

[254] than that, he] F4. then that he F1 F2. then that, he F3.

loved her:] lov'd her,--Capell.

[259] which] F1 F2. that F3 F4.

[261-263] Collier prints as three lines ending canst ... fine ... aside.

[266] nor I did not] F1 F2. nor did not F3 F4. nor did I Theobald.

[270] gave it] gave't S. Walker conj.

[281] Jove] God Nicholson conj.

[To Lafeu. Hanmer.

[287] I am] I'm Pope.

old] om. Long MS.

[Pointing to Laf. Rowe.

[289] [Exit Widow.] Pope.

[298] Re-enter...] Capell. Enter Hellen and Widow. Ff.

[307] And are] Rowe. And is Ff.

This is done] This now is done Hanmer.

[315-317] Hanmer prints as three lines ending handkerchief, ... with thee: ... ones.

[315] [To Parolles] Rowe.

Good ... handkercher] as a verse in Ff. Now good.... Hanmer.

handkercher] handkerchief Rowe.

[316] I thank] 'thank Hanmer.

[320] [To Diana] Rowe.

[323] Thou kept'st] Thou'st kept Anon. conj.

kept'st] keptst F1. keeptst F2. keepest F3 F4. keep'st Rowe (ed. 1). kep'st Rowe (ed. 2).

[324] or] and Theobald.

[325] Resolvedly] F4. Resoldvedly F1. Resoldv'dly F2 F3.

[327] [Flourish.] Ff. Exeunt. Rowe.

Epilogue

King. 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; 5 Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

EPILOGUE.] Rowe. EPILOGUE spoken by the King. Pope. Advancing. Capell.

[4.] strife] strift F1.

exceeding] succeeding. See note (XVIII).

NOTES.

NOTE I.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. In the Folios Rousillon is spelt, almost without exception, 'Rossillion,' and Helena in the stage directions 'Hellen.' As the Clown's name occurs in the play we have introduced it among the 'Dramatis Personæ,' changing however the spelling from 'Lavatch' to 'Lavache.'

Violenta, whose name occurs in the stage direction at the beginning of Act III. Sc. 5, is a mute personage, but as it is possible that Diana's first speech in that scene should be given to her, we have retained the name in the list.

NOTE II.

I. 1. 153. It cannot be doubted that there is some omission here. The editors, except Steevens, who is satisfied with the text as it stands, substantially agree either with Hanmer's emendation or Malone's. Mr Grant White, however, thinks that in either case the transition would be too abrupt and that the passage omitted was longer and more important.

If it were not for the

'Pretty fond adoptious christendoms That blinking Cupid gossips,'

we should be inclined to suppose that the whole passage was by another hand. Indeed all the foregoing dialogue between Helena and Parolles is a blot on the play. Mr Badham (Cambridge Essays, 1856, p. 256) would strike out the whole passage (105-152) from 'Ay, you have &c.' to 'Will you any thing with it?' as an interpolation.

NOTE III.

I. 3. 50. No one has been able to discover the origin of the names 'Charbon' and 'Poysam,' or to guess at any probable meaning for them. Yet it is not likely that they should have been given at random. Is it possible that Shakespeare may have written 'Chairbonne' and 'Poisson,' alluding to the respective lenten fare of the Puritan and the Papist?

The same suggestion was made independently by Mr Easy (Notes and Queries, 3rd S. IV. 106) after the present note was in the printers' hands (Ibid. p. 203).

NOTE IV.

I. 3. 106. We have not inserted Theobald's admirable emendation in the text, because it is probable that something more has been omitted, perhaps a whole line of the MS.

Becket would transpose the sentences and read thus:

'... level. This she delivered ... exclaim in.--Queen of Virgins! that ... afterward. This I held....'

We take this opportunity of saying that many of Becket's proposed changes are so sweeping that we found it impossible to record them in the compass of a foot-note, and at the same time so improbable, that we did not think it worth while to record them separately at the end.

NOTE V.

I. 3. 118. We have followed the Folios in placing Helena's entry after line 118, rather than after 126, as most recent editors have done. The Countess may be supposed to be observing Helena earnestly as she enters with slow step and downcast eyes. Her words have thus more force and point.

NOTE VI.

II. 1. 1, 2. The editors have for the most part followed Hanmer's correction 'lord ... lord' for 'lords ... lords,' the reading of the Folios, on the ground that there is no reason why the lords who are taking leave should be divided into two sections. But from the stage direction 'divers young Lords,' it is clear that there are more than two. Mr Staunton thinks that the king first addresses himself to the young lords in general, and then turns to the two who are spokesmen in the scene and bids them share in the advice just given to their companions.

We rather incline to think that the young lords are divided into two sections according as they intended to take service with the 'Florentines' or the 'Senoys.' The king had said, I. 2. 13-15]

Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see The Tuscan service, freely have they leave To stand on either part.

Throughout this scene the two speakers whom Rowe and all subsequent editors have called 'First' and 'Second Lord' are called in the Folios 'Lord G.' and 'Lord E.' In all likelihood, as Capell has suggested, the parts were originally played by two actors whose names began respectively with G and E; and, in fact, in the list of 'Principall Actors' prefixed to the first Folio we find the names 'Gilburne,' 'Goughe' and 'Ecclestone.' The same actors doubtless took the parts of the two gentlemen who bring the letter to Helena in the 2nd scene of Act III., and who in the stage directions of the Folio are termed 'Fren. G.' and 'Fren. E.' Mr Collier indeed interprets these words to mean 'French Envoy' and 'French Gentleman,' but they are spoken of as 'two gentlemen' in the stage direction at line 41, and one was as much an 'envoy' as the other. This interpretation moreover leaves the 'G.' and 'E.' of the former scene and of subsequent scenes quite unexplained. Some have supposed the 'two gentlemen' of III. 1, to be the same as the 'two lords' of II. 1, and as far as the action of the Drama is concerned, there is no reason why they should not be, but when the two lords reappear in III. 6 they are introduced thus; 'Enter Count Rossillion and the Frenchmen, as at first:' which seems to prove that the two gentlemen were different persons though played by the same actors. In this latter scene the two lords are called Cap. G. and Cap. E. according to their rank in the Florentine service. The confusion of speakers in the dialogue at the close of this scene will be remedied if we suppose the Folio to have printed Cap. G. by mistake for Cap. E. in line 97 and Cap. E. for Cap. G. in lines 99, 105. 'Lord E.' appears again in IV. 1, and 'Cap. G.' and 'Cap. E.' in IV. 3.

NOTE VII.

II. 1. 3. Johnson in his note to this passage says that all the latter copies have '... if both again,' and that Sir T. Hanmer reads 'if both gain all.' The statement as to Hanmer's reading was corrected in the 'Steevens and Johnson' of 1793, but that as to all the latter copies, though equally erroneous, was allowed to remain.

NOTE VIII.

II. 1. 23. In the absence of any guidance from the Folios we have thought it better to follow Pope, who makes the king leave the stage, than Capell, who supposes that he retires to a couch. Bertram and Parolles could hardly, consistently with the etiquette of a court, or indeed the rules of good manners (of which Shakespeare had an instinctive knowledge), carry on a whispered conversation in the royal presence. The king we may suppose is carried out on a couch. When Bertram says, 'Stay: the king,' the ushers in attendance throw open the folding doors at the back of the stage, Bertram and Parolles retire close to one of the side doors, and while they are speaking together then the king is borne in upon his couch to the front of the stage. To say that the king retires to a couch, as Capell does, would imply that he was able to walk, but from what Lafeu says, lines 61, 62, it is clear that he could not even stand. We must therefore suppose that he is reclining on a couch throughout the whole scene. Thus, at his first appearance, his illness would be made evident to the spectators. After they have set the couch down, the attendants retire to the back of the stage so as to be out of ear-shot.

NOTE IX.

II. 1. 46. As printed in the Folios, the words 'what will ye do?' seem to be a taunt addressed, after the speaker's manner, to the young lords when their backs were turned and they were out of hearing.

NOTE X.

II. 1. 142. The correction made by Theobald is found also in a MS. note on the margin of the copy of the first Folio, which belongs to Lord Ellesmere, i.e. 'ffits' for 'shifts.' Theobald's emendation 'loneliness' for 'loveliness,' I. 3. 162, is also found there.

NOTE XI.

II. 3. 282. In the margin of the third Folio belonging to the Capell collection an unknown hand has made the correction 'detested' for 'detected.'

NOTE XII.

II. 5. 36. Another reading proposed by an anonymous correspondent of Theobald's will be found in his Letters to Warburton, Nichols' Illustrations, II. 346.

NOTE XIII.

III. 3. 3. Mr Grant White says that the Folio has merely 'Sir it'--'is' having dropped out. He appears to have quoted from the reprint of the first Folio, published in 1808. The copies to which we have access read 'Sir it is.'

NOTE XIV.

III. 7. 22. In this, as in so many other cases, Capell was the first to restore the true reading from F1. Steevens follows him, but as usual without acknowledgement. Sometimes as at V. 3. 193, he passes his authority over in silence, sometimes as at I. 2. 35, he sedulously attributes to some one else that which was undoubtedly Capell's by priority of publication. At IV. 3. 152 he assigns to an anonymous correspondent a reading which Hanmer had introduced. Steevens probably derived his knowledge of it from Capell, who had adopted it. Such unworthy practices go far to explain and justify the enmities of which Steevens was the object during his life-time.

NOTE XV.

IV. 2. 25. The word Jove's has here probably been substituted for the original God's in obedience to the statute against profanity. Read 'God's' and all is plain. 'How,' asks Diana, 'can you believe me if I swear by the purity and holiness of God to do an impure and unholy deed?'

Johnson said in his note that he could hardly distinguish whether the reading of the first Folio were Iove's or Love's. Ritson, who was not ashamed lusco dicere 'lusce,' taunted him bitterly.

NOTE XVI.

IV. 3. 55. Mr Singer says that the old copy (meaning the first Folio) misprints selfe for itselfe. Mr Collier tells us that some copies of F1 have itselfe. All the copies we know of read it selfe.

NOTE XVII.

V. 2. 4. Warburton adopts Theobald's reading and copies in substance his note, but he has not claimed it in his copy of Theobald's edition. The conjecture was originally made in one of Theobald's letters to Warburton, Capell adopted the emendation, but afterwards repented.

NOTE XVIII.

EPILOGUE, 4. Mr Collier, in his second edition, quotes this substitution of 'succeeding' for 'exceeding,' but does not say by whom it was proposed.

TWELFTH NIGHT;

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

Dramatis Personæ

ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.

SEBASTIAN, brother to Viola.

ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.

A Sea Captain, friend to Viola.

VALENTINE, } }gentlemen attending on the Duke. CURIO, }

SIR TOBY BELCH, uncle to Olivia.

SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK.

MALVOLIO, steward to Olivia.

FABIAN, } } servants to Olivia. FESTE, a Clown, }

OLIVIA.

VIOLA.

MARIA, Olivia's woman.

Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.

SCENE: A city in Illyria, and the sea-coast near it.

FOOTNOTE:

[9] First given by Rowe. See note (I).

TWELFTH NIGHT;

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

Act I, Scene I — An apartment in the DUKE'S palace

Enter DUKE, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending.

Duke. If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, 5 That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! That, notwithstanding thy capacity 10 Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical. 15

Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?

Duke. What, Curio?

Cur. The hart.

Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence! 20 That instant was I turn'd into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E'er since pursue me.

Enter VALENTINE.

How now! what news from her?

Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted; But from her handmaid do return this answer: 25 The element itself, till seven years' heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view; But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk And water once a day her chamber round With eye-offending brine: all this to season 30 A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh And lasting in her sad remembrance.

Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft 35 Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her; when liver, brain and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd Her sweet perfections with one self king! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers: 40 Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

TWELFTH NIGHT] TWELFE NIGHT F1.

Musicians ...] Musick ... Capell. om. Ff.

[2, 3] surfeiting, The appetite may] surfeiting The app'tite, Love may Warburton.

[5] sound] Ff. wind Rowe (ed. 1). south Pope. sou' wind Anon. conj. scent Dent MS. apud Halliwell. sough Anon. conj.

[11] sea,] Rowe (ed. 2). sea. Ff. sea; Rowe (ed. 1).

[14] is fancy] in fancy Theobald (Warburton).

[15] That it alone is] And thou all o'er art Hanmer.

high] hight Warburton.

[16] Curio] Curia F4.

[19] mine] my Pope (ed. 2).

[20] Methought ... pestilence!] (Methought ... pestilence) Capell.

[23] E'er] Rowe. Ere F1 F2 F4. E're F3.

Enter V.] Ff (after her).

[26] years' heat] Harness. yeares heate F1 F2. yeares heat F3. years heat F4. years hence Rowe (ed. 2). See note (II).

[29] chamber] F1. chambers F2 F3 F4. chamber's Capell.

[32] remembrance] remembrance still Pope, rememberance Capell conj. MS.

[38] These] Three Hanmer (Warburton).

[38, 39] are ... fill'd Her ... perfections] are ... fill'd, (O sweet perfection!) Warburton conj. are ... filled, Her ... perfections, Pope. are ... fill'd, (Her sweet perfection) Capell. her ... perfections Are ... fill'd Collier conj.

[39] self] selfe F1. selfe same F2. self same F3. self-same F4.

[41] Love-thoughts] F1 F2 F3. Love thoughts F4.

Act I, Scene II — The sea-coast.

Enter VIOLA, a Captain, and Sailors.

Vio. What country, friends, is this?

Cap. This is Illyria, lady.

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium. Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors? 5

Cap. It is perchance that you yourself were saved.

Vio. O my poor brother! and so perchance may he be.

Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you and those poor number saved with you 10 Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself, Courage and hope both teaching him the practice, To a strong mast that lived upon the sea; Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, 15 I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves So long as I could see.

Vio. For saying so, there's gold: Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Whereto thy speech serves for authority, 20 The like of him. Know'st thou this country?

Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born Not three hours' travel from this very place.

Vio. Who governs here?

Cap. A noble Duke, in nature as in name. 25

Vio. What is his name?

Cap. Orsino.

Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then.

Cap. And so is now, or was so very late; 30 For but a month ago I went from hence, And then 'twas fresh in murmur,--as, you know, What great ones do the less will prattle of,-- That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.

Vio. What's she? 35

Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother, Who shortly also died: for whose dear love, They say, she hath abjured the company 40 And sight of men.

Vio. O that I served that lady, And might not be delivered to the world, Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, What my estate is!

Cap. That were hard to compass; Because she will admit no kind of suit, 45 No, not the Duke's.

Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits 50 With this thy fair and outward character. I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent. I'll serve this Duke: 55 Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him: It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing, And speak to him in many sorts of music, That will allow me very worth his service. What else may hap to time I will commit; 60 Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

Vio. I thank thee: lead me on. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act I, Scene II — The sea-coast] Capell. The street. Rowe

[2] This is] om. Pope.

[7] and so] so Pope.

[10] those] that Rowe (ed. 2). this Capell. the Anon. conj.

[11] our] your Rowe.

driving] droving F3 F4.

[15] Arion] Pope. Orion Ff.

[18] For ... gold] There's gold for saying so Pope.

[21] Know'st] And knowest Hanmer.

[24-27] Who ... Orsino] As two lines in Hanmer, ending nature ... Orsino.

[25] in name] in his name Hanmer.

[29-35] He was ... she?] As six lines in Steevens (1793), ending, now, ... month ... fresh ... do, ... seek ... she?

[37] twelvemonth] twelve months Rowe.

[39] love] loss S. Walker conj.

[40] hath] F1. had F2 F3 F4.

[40, 41] company And sight] Hanmer. sight And company Ff.

[42] And] And't Hanmer.

delivered] deliver'd Rowe.

[43] mellow,] Hanmer. mellow Ff. fellow Anon. conj.

[50] will] weil S. Walker conj.

Act I, Scene III — OLIVIA'S house.

Enter Sir TOBY BELCH and MARIA.

Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.

Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier o' nights: your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours. 5

Sir Toby. Why, let her except, before excepted.

Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

Sir To. Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be 10 these boots too: an they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps.

Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be her wooer. 15

Sir To. Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?

Mar. Ay, he.

Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.

Mar. What's that to the purpose?

Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. 20

Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats: he's a very fool and a prodigal.

Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature. 25

Mar. He hath indeed, almost natural: for besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent he would quickly have the gift of a grave. 30

Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him. Who are they?

Mar. They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly in your company.

Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece: I 'll drink 35 to her as long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria: he's a coward and a coystrill that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, wench! Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface. 40

Enter Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK.

Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!

Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew!

Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.

Mar. And you too, sir.

Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost. 45

Sir And. What's that?

Sir To. My niece's chambermaid.

Sir And. Good Mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance.

Mar. My name is Mary, sir. 50

Sir And. Good Mistress Mary Accost,--

Sir To. You mistake, knight: 'accost' is front her, board her, woo her, assail her.

Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'? 55

Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.

Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou mightst never draw sword again.

Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have 60 fools in hand?

Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my hand.

Mar. Now, sir, 'thought is free': I pray you, bring your 65 hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.

Sir And. Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?

Mar. It's dry, sir.

Sir And. Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I 70 can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?

Mar. A dry jest, sir.

Sir And. Are you full of them?

Mar. Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends: marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. [Exit. 75

Sir To. O knight, thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I see thee so put down?

Sir And. Never in your life, I think; unless you see canary put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has: but I am a 80 great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.

Sir To. No question.

Sir And. An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby.

Sir To. Pourquoi, my dear knight? 85

Sir And. What is 'pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but followed the arts!

Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of 90 hair.

Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair?

Sir To. Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.

Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't not? 95

Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs and spin it off.

Sir And. Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one she'll 100 none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.

Sir To. She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't, man.

Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' 105 the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.

Sir To. Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?

Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare 110 with an old man.

Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?

Sir And. Faith, I can cut a caper.

Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't.

Sir And. And I think I have the back-trick simply as 115 strong as any man in Illyria.

Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in a coranto? My 120 very walk should be a jig; I would not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard. 125

Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?

Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?

Sir And. Taurus! That's sides and heart. 130

Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper: ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent! [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act I, Scene III — OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe

[4] o'] Capell. a Ff.

cousin] neice Rowe (ed. 2).

[6] except,] Ff. except Hanmer.

before] as before Rann (Farmer conj.).

[11] an] Theobald. and Ff. if Pope.

[18] any's] any Pope.

[20] has] F3 F4. ha's F1 F2.

[23, 24] viol-de-gamboys] viol-de-gambo Rowe.

[26] indeed, almost] indeed all, most Collier (Upton conj.).

[28] gust] gift Meredith conj.

[31] substractors] subtractors Warburton.

[33] that add, moreover,] add, moreover, that Anon. conj.

[36] there is] there's Pope (ed. 2).

[37] coystrill] coystril F4. kestrel Hanmer.

[39] vulgo] volto Hanmer (Warburton). volgo Johnson.

[40] Agueface] Auge-cheek Theobald.

[41] SCENE IV. Pope.

Enter ...] Enter Sir Andrew. Ff.

[48] Sir And.] Ma. F1.

acquaintance] acquaintance-- S. Walker conj. See note (III).

[51] Mary Accost] Rowe. Mary, accost Ff.

[52, 53] board her] bourd her Whalley conj. bourd with her Steevens conj.

[57] An thou let part] Capell. And thou let part F1 F2. And thou let her part F3 F4. If thou let her part Pope. An thou let her part Theobald.

[59] An] Theobald. And Ff. If Pope.

[65] Now] Nay S. Walker conj.

[74] Fingers'] fingers F1 F2. finger F3 F4. finger's Steevens.

[75] [Exit.] Exit Maria. Ff.

[79] put me] F1. put F2 F3 F4.

[80] has] F4. ha's F1 F2 F3.

[83] An] Theobald. And Ff. If Pope.

[85] Pourquoi] Pur-quoy Ff.

[93, 94] curl by] Theobald. cool my Ff.

[95] me] we F1.

[101, 102] count] Ff. Duke Rowe.

[104] swear't] sweare t F1. sweare F2. swear F3 F4. swear it Theobald.

[108] kickshawses] F3. kicke-chawses F1 F2. kick-shaws F4.

[111] an old man] a nobleman Theobald conj.

[112] excellence] excellence? Mason conj.

[115] [Dances fantastically. Collier (Collier MS.).

[120] coranto] Rowe (ed. 2). carranto Ff.

[122] sink-a-pace] cinque-pace Hanmer.

[123] think] not think Rowe.

[127] in a] in Warburton.

flame-coloured] Rowe (ed. 2). dam'd colour'd Ff. damask-coloured Knight. dun-colour'd Collier MS. damson-coloured Phelps conj. dove-coloured Anon. conj.

stock] stocke F1 F2. stocken F3 F4. stocking Pope.

set] Rowe (ed. 2). sit Ff.

[130] That's] F3 F4. That F1 F2.

[132] [Sir A. dances again. Collier (Collier MS.).

Act I, Scene IV — The DUKE'S palace.

Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in man's attire.

Val. If the Duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.

Vio. You either fear his humour or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love: is he 5 inconstant, sir, in his favours?

Val. No, believe me.

Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count.

Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants.

Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho?

Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here. 10

Duke. Stand you a while aloof. Cesario, Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret soul: Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her; Be not denied access, stand at her doors, 15 And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow Till thou have audience.

Vio. Sure, my noble lord, If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke, she never will admit me.

Duke. Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds 20 Rather than make unprofited return.

Vio. Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?

Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love, Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith: It shall become thee well to act my woes; 25 She will attend it better in thy youth Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.

Vio. I think not so, my lord.

Duke. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, That say thou art a man: Diana's lip 30 Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound; And all is semblative a woman's part. I know thy constellation is right apt For this affair. Some four or five attend him; 35 All, if you will; for I myself am best When least in company. Prosper well in this, And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, To call his fortunes thine.

Vio. I'll do my best To woo your lady: [Aside] yet, a barful strife! 40 Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act I, Scene IV — ] SCENE V. Pope

The DUKE'S palace.] The Palace. Rowe.

[8] count] Ff. Duke Rowe.

[9] Enter ...] Ff (after line 7).

CURIO, and Attendants.] attended. Capell.

[27] nuncio's] Ff. nuncio Theobald.

[32] and sound] in sound ANON. conj.

[40] lady] lady [Exit Duke] Johnson.

[Aside] Capell.

a barful] F4. a barrefull F1 F2 F3. O baneful Pope. O barful Collier (Thirlby conj. MS.), a woeful Daniel conj.

Act I, Scene V — OLIVIA'S house.

Enter MARIA and CLOWN.

Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Clo. Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours. 5

Mar. Make that good.

Clo. He shall see none to fear.

Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'

Clo. Where, good Mistress Mary? 10

Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery.

Clo. Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Mar. Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; 15 or, to be turned away, is not that as good as a hanging to you?

Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.

Mar. You are resolute, then? 20

Clo. Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.

Mar. That if one break, the other will hold; or, if both break, your gaskins fall.

Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a 25 piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.

Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. [Exit.

Clo. Wit, an't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove 30 fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man: for what says Quinapalus? 'Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.'

Enter Lady OLIVIA with MALVOLIO.

God bless thee, lady!

Oli. Take the fool away. 35

Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.

Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you: besides, you grow dishonest.

Clo. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not 40 dry: bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing that's mended is but patched: virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue. If that this simple syllogism will serve, 45 so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.

Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.

Clo. Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus 50 non facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

Oli. Can you do it?

Clo. Dexteriously, good madonna. 55

Oli. Make your proof.

Clo. I must catechize you for it, madonna: good my mouse of virtue, answer me.

Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I 'll bide your proof. 60

Clo. Good madonna, why mournest thou?

Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.

Clo. I think his soul is in hell, madonna.

Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

Clo. The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's 65 soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.

Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he not mend?

Mal. Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake 70 him: infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.

Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two pence 75 that you are no fool.

Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio?

Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day with an ordinary fool that has no more brain than a stone. Look 80 you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest, I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.

Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste 85 with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets: there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. 90

Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou speakest well of fools!

Re-enter MARIA.

Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman much desires to speak with you.

Oli. From the Count Orsino, is it? 95

Mar. I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and well attended.

Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay?

Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your kinsman.

Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but 100 madman: fie on him! [Exit Maria.] Go you, Malvolio: if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home; what you will, to dismiss it. [Exit Malvolio.] Now you see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.

Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son 105 should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with brains! for,--here he comes,--one of thy kin has a most weak pia mater.

Enter Sir TOBY.

Oli. By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the gate, cousin?

Sir To. A gentleman. 110

Oli. A gentleman! what gentleman?

Sir To. 'Tis a gentleman here--a plague o' these pickle-herring! How now, sot!

Clo. Good Sir Toby!

Oli. Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by 115 this lethargy?

Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.

Oli. Ay, marry, what is he?

Sir To. Let him be the devil, an he will, I care not: give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one. [Exit. 120

Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool?

Clo. Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Oli. Go thou and seek the crowner, and let him sit o' 125 my coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's drowned: go, look after him.

Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall look to the madman. [Exit.

Re-enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak 130 with you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to have a foreknowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him, lady? he's fortified 135 against any denial.

Oli. Tell him he shall not speak with me.

Mal. Has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter to a bench, but he'll speak with you. 140

Oli. What kind o' man is he?

Mal. Why, of mankind.

Oli. What manner of man?

Mal. Of very ill manner; he'll speak with you, will you or no. 145

Oli. Of what personage and years is he?

Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a codling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him in standing water, between boy and man. He is very well-favoured and he 150 speaks very shrewishly; one would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.

Oli. Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman.

Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. [Exit.

Re-enter MARIA.

Oli. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face. 155 We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.

Enter VIOLA, and Attendants.

Vio. The honourable lady of the house, which is she?

Oli. Speak to me; I shall answer for her. Your will?

Vio. Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,--I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, for I 160 never saw her: I would be loath to cast away my speech, for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least sinister usage.

Oli. Whence came you, sir? 165

Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance if you be the lady of the house, that I may proceed in my speech.

Oli. Are you a comedian? 170

Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very fangs of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you the lady of the house?

Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.

Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp your-self; 175 for what is yours to bestow is not yours to reserve. But this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in your praise, and then show you the heart of my message.

Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the praise. 180

Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical.

Oli. It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you, keep it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates, and allowed your approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you. 185 If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief: 'tis not that time of moon with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.

Vio. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little 190 longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet lady. Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.

Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver, when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.

Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture 195 of war, no taxation of homage: I hold the olive in my hand; my words are as full of peace as matter.

Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what would you?

Vio. The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I 200 learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I would, are as secret as maidenhead; to your ears, divinity, to any other's, profanation.

Oli. Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity. [Exeunt Maria and Attendants.] Now, sir, what is your text? 205

Vio. Most sweet lady,--

Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of it. Where lies your text?

Vio. In Orsino's bosom.

Oli. In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom? 210

Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

Oli. O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more to say?

Vio. Good madam, let me see your face.

Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate 215 with my face? You are now out of your text: but we will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Look you, sir, such a one I was this present: is't not well done? [Unveiling.

Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.

Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. 220

Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. 225

Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labelled to my will: as, item, two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were 230 you sent hither to praise me?

Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud; But, if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you: O, such love Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd 235 The nonpareil of beauty!

Oli. How does he love me?

Vio. With adorations, fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

Oli. Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him: Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, 240 Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth; In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant; And in dimension and the shape of nature A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him; He might have took his answer long ago. 245

Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame, With such a suffering, such a deadly life, In your denial I would find no sense; I would not understand it.

Oli. Why, what would you?

Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, 250 And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air 255 Cry out 'Olivia!' O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me!

Oli. You might do much. What is your parentage?

Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: 260 I am a gentleman.

Oli. Get you to your lord; I cannot love him: let him send no more; Unless, perchance, you come to me again, To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well: I thank you for your pains: spend this for me. 265

Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse: My master, not myself, lacks recompense. Love make his heart of flint that you shall love; And let your fervour, like my master's, be Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty. [Exit. 270

Oli. 'What is your parentage?' 'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well: I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast: soft, soft! 275 Unless the master were the man. How now! Even so quickly may one catch the plague? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections With an invisible and subtle stealth To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be. 280 What ho, Malvolio!

Re-enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. Here, madam, at your service.

Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger, The county's man: he left this ring behind him, Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it. Desire him not to flatter with his lord, 285 Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him: If that the youth will come this way to-morrow, I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio.

Mal. Madam, I will. [Exit.

Oli. I do I know not what, and fear to find 290 Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe; What is decreed must be, and be this so. [Exit.

LINENOTES:

Act I, Scene V — ] SCENE VI. Pope

OLIVIA'S house.] Rowe.

[5] to fear] fear F3 F4.

colours] collars Anon. conj.

[8] lenten] Rowe. lenton Ff.

[16] to be] F1. be F2 F3 F4.

[18] Many] Marry, Theobald.

[19] turning away] turning o' hay Smith conj. turning of whey Letherland conj.

[20, 28] You] Your F2.

[23] gaskins] gaskings F4.

[28] [Exit.] Pope. om. Ff.

[29] SCENE VII. Pope.

an't] Hanmer. and 't Ff.

good] a good Warburton.

[34] Enter ...] Ff (after line 28). Enter O. attended. Capell.

[37] you're] y'are Ff.

[39] madonna] Madona Ff., and passim.

[46] cuckold] counsellor Hanmer.

[51] to say as I wear] to say, as I were F4. as to say, as I were Rowe (ed. 1). as to say, I wear Id. (ed. 2).

[55] Dexteriously] Dexterously F4.

[58] mouse] muse Anon. conj.

answer me] answer F3 F4.

[59] bide] abide Steevens (1785).

[65] fool] F1 F2. fool you F3 F4.

[71, 72] the better] Ff. better the Rowe (ed. 2).

[80] brain] brains F3 F4.

[83] these] those Hanmer.

wise men] F3 F4. wisemen F1 F2.

[84] no better] to be no better Capell.

[86] guiltless] F3 F4. guitlesse F1 F2. guileless ANON. conj.

[91] leasing] learning Rowe. pleasing Warburton.

[93] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[95, 102] Count] Duke Hanmer.

[99] kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).

[101] Exit Maria] Capell.

[103] Exit Malvolio] Ff.

Now you] Now Rowe.

[106, 107] for,--here he comes,--] Edd. for here he comes Ff. for here comes Rowe (ed. 2).

[107] has] that has Collier MS.

[108] SCENE VIII. Pope.

Enter ...] Ff (after comes, line 107).

[109] cousin] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).

[112] gentleman here--] Steevens. gentleman heere. F1. gentleman here. F2 F3 F4. gentleman. Here,--[belches.] Theobald. gentleman-heir Warburton. gentleman:--[hiccups.] Capell.

[113] herring] herrings Malone.

[115] Cousin, cousin] Uncle, uncle Rowe.

[119] an] Hanmer. and Ff.

[125] crowner] coroner Rowe.

[126] coz] uncle Rowe (ed. 2). cousin Capell conj.

[129] Exit.] Exit Clown. Rowe.

Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[130] yond] Ff. you' Capell.

[138] Has] Ha's Ff. He has Pope.

[139] and be] or be Hanmer.

to] of Reed (1803).

[141] o'] of Steevens.

[144] manner] F1 F2. manners F3 F4.

[149] in] e'en Capell.

[155] SCENE IX. Pope.

Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[157] VIOLA] VIOLENTA. F1.

... and Attendants.] Edd. om.

[164] comptible] prompt Hanmer. domptable Mason conj.

[169] my] om. F3 F4.

[172] fangs] phangs Ff. pangs Rowe (ed. 1).

[184] and] and I Pope.

[186] not mad] mad Rann (Mason conj.). but mad Collier (ed. 2, Staunton conj.).

[187] that time of moon] Ff. the time of the moon Rowe. that time of the moon Pope.

[192] Tell ... messenger] Oli. Tell ... mind. Vio. I ... messenger Hanmer (Warburton). See note (IV).

[196] taxation] F1 F2 F3. taxations F4.

olive] Rowe. Olyffe F1 F2 F3. Oliff F4.

[202] secret as maidenhead] sacred as maidhood Theobald conj.

maidenhead] F1. a maiden-heard F2. a maidenhead F3 F4. maidenhood Collier MS.

[203] other's] Pope (ed. 2). others Ff.

[205] Exeunt M. and Attendants.] Capell. Exit M. Rowe.

[208] your text] the text Rowe.

[218] such ... is't] such a one I wear this present: is't Theobald (Warburton). such a one I was. This presence, is't Steevens conj. such as once I was, this presents: is't Rann (Mason conj). such a one I was, this presents Becket conj. such a one as I was this presents, is't Jackson conj. such a one as I was this present: is't Boswell. such a one I was as this presents: is't Singer conj. such a one I am at this present: is't Collier MS.

[Unveiling.] Rowe.

[231] praise] 'praise Steevens (Malone).

[235] Could] Should Collier MS.

[237] adorations, fertile] adorations, fertill Ff. adorations, with fertile Pope. adoration's fertile Rann. See note (V).

[244] but] om. Pope.

[249] would you?] would you do? Rowe.

[252] cantons] cantos Rowe (ed. 2). canzons Capell.

[254] Halloo] Hallow F1. Hollaw F2. Hollow F3 F4.

reverberate] reverberant Theobald.

[258, 259] You ... parentage.] As one line in Capell.

[275] soft, soft!] soft; Capell.

[276] master were the man] man the master were Hanmer, who ends lines

[275-278] at fast ... were ... catch ... perfections.

[281] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.

[283] county's] Capell. Countes F1. Counts F2 F3 F4. Duke's Rowe.

left] left here Hanmer.

[288] reasons for't: hie thee] F1. reasons for't: hye thee F2. reasons for't by thee F3. reason for't by thee F4. reason for't. Hye thee Hanmer.

[292] owe] know Long MS.

[293] [Exit] Rowe. Finis, Actus primus. F1. Finis, Actus primi. F2 F3 F4.

Act II, Scene I — The sea-coast.

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN.

Ant. Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?

Seb. By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may 5 bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.

Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.

Seb. No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch 10 of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself. You must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called Roderigo. My father was that Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know 15 you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that; for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea was my sister drowned. 20

Ant. Alas the day!

Seb. A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though I could not with such estimable wonder overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a 25 mind that envy could not but call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. 30

Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.

Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet 35 so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell. [Exit.

Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee! I have many enemies in Orsino's court, 40 Else would I very shortly see thee there. But, come what may, I do adore thee so, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.

LINENOTES:

Act II, Scene I — The sea-coast.] Capell. The street. Rowe

[1, 2] longer? ... with you?] longer: ... with you. F.

[5] I shall crave] I crave Rowe.

[9] sooth] in sooth Johnson. 'sooth Capell.

[14] Roderigo] Collier. Rodorigo Ff.

[15] Messaline] Metelin Hanmer. Mitylene Capell conj.

[17] an] F1 F2. one F3 F4.

[19] hour] houre F1 F2. houres F3. hours F4.

[19] breach] beach Grey conj.

[22] though] who, tho' Hanmer.

[24] not ... overfar] not overfar Warburton conj. not with self-estimation wander so far Collier (Collier MS.). not with such estimators wander overfar to Singer MS. not with such estimate wander overfar to Bailey conj.

with ... wonder] Omit as spurious. Warburton conj.

[26] envy could not but] envy itself would Capell conj.

[38] Count] Duke Rowe.

[40] many] F1 F2. made F3 F4.