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twg_000000014400 | 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 you he hath confessed? BERTRAM. Nothing of me, has he? SECOND LORD. His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his face; if your lordship be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014401 | int, as I believe you are, you must have the patience to hear it. Enter Soldiers with Parolles. BERTRAM. A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of me; hush, hush! FIRST LORD. Hoodman comes! _Portotartarossa._ FIRST SOLDIER. He calls for the tortures. What will you say without em? PAROLLES. I will confess what I know without constraint. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014402 | ye pinch me like a pasty I can say no more. FIRST SOLDIER. _Bosko chimurcho._ FIRST LORD. _Boblibindo chicurmurco._ FIRST SOLDIER. You are a merciful general. Our general bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note. PAROLLES. And truly, as I hope to live. FIRST SOLDIER. First demand of him how many horse the duke | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014403 | is strong. What say you to that? PAROLLES. Five or six thousand; but very weak and unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit, and as I hope to live. FIRST SOLDIER. Shall I set down your answer so? PAROLLES. Do. Ill take the sacrament on t, how and which way | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014404 | you will. BERTRAM. Alls one to him. What a past-saving slave is this! FIRST LORD. You are 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, and the practice in the chape of his dagger. SECOND LORD. I will never trust | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014405 | a man again for keeping his sword clean, nor believe he can have everything in him by wearing his apparel neatly. FIRST SOLDIER. Well, thats set down. PAROLLES. Five or six thousand horse I saidI will say trueor thereabouts, set down,for Ill speak truth. FIRST LORD. Hes very near the truth in this. BERTRAM. But I con him no thanks | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014406 | fort in the nature he delivers it. PAROLLES. Poor rogues, I pray you say. FIRST SOLDIER. Well, thats set down. PAROLLES. I humbly thank you, sir; a truths a truth, the rogues are marvellous poor. FIRST SOLDIER. Demand of him of what strength they are a-foot. What say you to that? PAROLLES. By my troth, sir, if I were to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014407 | 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 fifty each; mine own company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014408 | half of the which dare not shake the snow from off their cassocks lest they shake themselves to pieces. BERTRAM. 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 SOLDIER. Well, thats set down. You shall demand of him whether one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014409 | Captain Dumaine be i the camp, a Frenchman; 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? PAROLLES. I beseech you, let me answer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014410 | to the particular of the intergatories. Demand them singly. FIRST SOLDIER. Do you know this Captain Dumaine? PAROLLES. I know him: he was a botchers prentice in Paris, from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieves fool with child, a dumb innocent that could not say him nay. [_First Lord lifts up his hand in anger._] BERTRAM. Nay, by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014411 | your leave, hold your hands; though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls. FIRST SOLDIER. Well, is this captain in the Duke of Florences camp? PAROLLES. Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. FIRST LORD. Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear of your lordship anon. FIRST SOLDIER. What is his reputation with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014412 | the duke? PAROLLES. The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer of mine, and writ to me this other day to turn him out o the band. I think I have his letter in my pocket. FIRST SOLDIER. Marry, well search. PAROLLES. In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there or it is upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014413 | a file, with the dukes other letters, in my tent. FIRST SOLDIER. Here tis; heres a paper; shall I read it to you? PAROLLES. I do not know if it be it or no. BERTRAM. Our interpreter does it well. FIRST LORD. Excellently. FIRST SOLDIER. [_Reads._] _Dian, the Counts a fool, and full of gold._ PAROLLES. That is not the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014414 | dukes letter, sir; that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count Rossillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very ruttish. I pray you, sir, put it up again. FIRST SOLDIER. Nay, Ill read it first by your favour. PAROLLES. My meaning int, I protest, was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014415 | 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. BERTRAM. Damnable both sides rogue! FIRST SOLDIER. [_Reads._] _When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it; After he scores, he never pays | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014416 | the score. Half won is match well made; match, and well make it; He neer pays after-debts, take it before. And say a soldier, Dian, told thee this: Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss; For count of this, the counts a fool, I know it, Who pays before, but not when he does owe it. Thine, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014417 | as he vowd to thee in thine ear,_ PAROLLES. BERTRAM. He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme ins forehead. SECOND LORD. This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist, and the armipotent soldier. BERTRAM. I could endure anything before but a cat, and now hes a cat to me. FIRST SOLDIER. I perceive, sir, by our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014418 | generals looks we shall be fain to hang you. PAROLLES. My life, sir, in any case. Not that I am afraid to 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 anywhere, so I may live. FIRST SOLDIER. Well see what may be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014419 | done, so you confess freely. Therefore, once more to this Captain Dumaine: you have answerd to his reputation with the duke, and to his valour. What is his honesty? PAROLLES. 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 them he is stronger than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014420 | 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 bedclothes about him; but they know his conditions and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say, sir, of his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014421 | honesty; he has everything 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. BERTRAM. For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon him for me, hes more and more a cat. FIRST SOLDIER. What say you to his expertness in war? PAROLLES. Faith, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014422 | sir, has led the drum before the English tragedians,to belie him I will not,and more of his soldiership I know not, except in that country he had the honour to be the officer at a place there called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of files. I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014423 | not certain. FIRST LORD. He hath out-villaind villainy so far that the rarity redeems him. BERTRAM. A pox on him! Hes a cat still. FIRST SOLDIER. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt. PAROLLES. Sir, for a quart decu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014424 | the inheritance of it, and cut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually. FIRST SOLDIER. Whats his brother, the other Captain Dumaine? SECOND LORD. Why does he ask him of me? FIRST SOLDIER. Whats he? PAROLLES. Een a crow o the same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014425 | 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; marry, in coming on he has the cramp. FIRST SOLDIER. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine? PAROLLES. Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014426 | Rossillon. FIRST SOLDIER. Ill whisper with the general, and know his pleasure. PAROLLES. [_Aside._] Ill 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? FIRST SOLDIER. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014427 | 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. PAROLLES. O Lord! sir, let me live, or let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014428 | me see my death. FIRST SOLDIER. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [_Unmuffling him._] So, look about you; know you any here? BERTRAM. Good morrow, noble captain. SECOND LORD. God bless you, Captain Parolles. FIRST LORD. God save you, noble captain. SECOND LORD. Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafew? I am for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014429 | France. FIRST LORD. Good Captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rossillon? And I were not a very coward Id compel it of you; but fare you well. [_Exeunt Bertram, Lords &c._] FIRST SOLDIER. You are undone, captain: all but your scarf; that has a knot ont yet. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014430 | PAROLLES. Who cannot be crushed with a plot? FIRST SOLDIER. 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. [_Exeunt._] PAROLLES. Yet am I thankful. If my heart were great Twould | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014431 | burst at this. Captain Ill 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, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014432 | Safest in shame; being foold, by foolery thrive. Theres place and means for every man alive. Ill after them. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. Florence. A room in the Widows house. Enter Helena, Widow and Diana. HELENA. That you may well perceive I have not wrongd you One of the greatest in the Christian world Shall be my surety; fore whose throne | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014433 | tis needful, Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel. Time was I did him a desired office, Dear almost as his life; which gratitude Through flinty Tartars bosom would peep forth, And answer thanks. I duly am informd His grace is at Marseilles; to which place We have convenient convoy. You must know I am supposed dead. The army | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014434 | breaking, My husband hies him home, where, heaven aiding, And by the leave of my good lord the king, Well be before our welcome. WIDOW. Gentle madam, You never had a servant to whose trust Your business was more welcome. HELENA. Nor you, mistress, Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour To recompense your love. Doubt not but heaven | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014435 | Hath brought me up to be your daughters dower, As it hath fated her to be my motive And helper to a husband. But, O strange men! That can such sweet use make of what they hate, When saucy trusting of the cozend thoughts Defiles the pitchy night; so lust doth play With what it loathes, for that which is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014436 | away. But more of this hereafter. You, Diana, Under my poor instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf. DIANA. Let death and honesty Go with your impositions, I am yours Upon your will to suffer. HELENA. Yet, I pray you; But with the word the time will bring on summer, When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014437 | And be as sweet as sharp. We must away; Our waggon is prepard, and time revives us. Alls well that ends well; still the fines the crown. Whateer the course, the end is the renown. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Rossillon. A room in the Countesss palace. Enter Clown, Countess and Lafew. LAFEW. No, no, no, your son was misled with a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014438 | snipt-taffeta fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have made all the unbakd 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 advancd by the king than by that red-taild humble-bee I speak of. COUNTESS. I would I had not known him; it was the death | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014439 | of the most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had praise for creating. If she had partaken of my flesh and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not have owed her a more rooted love. LAFEW. Twas a good lady, twas a good lady. We may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014440 | CLOWN. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the salad, or, rather, the herb of grace. LAFEW. They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs. CLOWN. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much skill in grass. LAFEW. Whether dost thou profess thyself,a knave or a fool? CLOWN. A fool, sir, at a womans service, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014441 | a knave at a mans. LAFEW. Your distinction? CLOWN. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service. LAFEW. So you were a knave at his service indeed. CLOWN. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service. LAFEW. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both knave and fool. CLOWN. At your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014442 | service. LAFEW. No, no, no. CLOWN. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are. LAFEW. Whos that? a Frenchman? CLOWN. Faith, sir, a has an English name; but his phisnomy is more hotter in France than there. LAFEW. What prince is that? CLOWN. The black prince, sir; alias the prince of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014443 | darkness; alias the devil. LAFEW. Hold thee, theres my purse. I give thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talkst of; serve him still. CLOWN. 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; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014444 | let his nobility remain ins court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, 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 theyll be for the flowry way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire. LAFEW. Go thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014445 | ways, I begin to be a-weary of thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my horses be well lookd to, without any tricks. CLOWN. If I put any tricks upon em, sir, they shall be jades tricks, which are their own right by the law of nature. [_Exit._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014446 | LAFEW. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy. COUNTESS. So he is. My lord thats 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. LAFEW. I like him well; tis not amiss. And I was about | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014447 | to tell you, since I heard of the good ladys 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 self-gracious remembrance did first propose. His highness hath promisd me to do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014448 | it; and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship like it? COUNTESS. With very much content, my lord, and I wish it happily effected. LAFEW. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able body as when he numberd thirty; he will be here tomorrow, or I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014449 | am deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom faild. COUNTESS. It rejoices me that I hope I shall see him ere I die. I have letters that my son will be here tonight. I shall beseech your lordship to remain with me till they meet together. LAFEW. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014450 | admitted. COUNTESS. You need but plead your honourable privilege. LAFEW. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank my God, it holds yet. Enter Clown. CLOWN. O madam, yonders my lord your son with a patch of velvet ons face; whether there be a scar undert or no, the velvet knows; but tis a goodly patch | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014451 | of velvet. His left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. LAFEW. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour; so belike is that. CLOWN. But it is your carbonadod face. LAFEW. Let us go see your son, I pray you. I long to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014452 | talk with the young noble soldier. CLOWN. Faith, theres a dozen of em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head and nod at every man. [_Exeunt._] ACT V. SCENE I. Marseilles. A street. Enter Helena, Widow and Diana with two Attendants. HELENA. But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low. We | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014453 | 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 As nothing can unroot you. In happy time; Enter a Gentleman. This man may help me to his majestys ear, If he would spend his power. God save you, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014454 | sir. GENTLEMAN. And you. HELENA. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. GENTLEMAN. I have been sometimes there. HELENA. 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 The use of your own | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014455 | virtues, for the which I shall continue thankful. GENTLEMAN. Whats your will? HELENA. That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king, And aid me with that store of power you have To come into his presence. GENTLEMAN. The kings not here. HELENA. Not here, sir? GENTLEMAN. Not indeed. He hence removd last night, and with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014456 | more haste Than is his use. WIDOW. Lord, how we lose our pains! HELENA. Alls well that ends well yet, Though time seem so adverse and means unfit. I do beseech you, whither is he gone? GENTLEMAN. Marry, as I take it, to Rossillon; Whither I am going. HELENA. I do beseech you, sir, Since you are like to see | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014457 | the king before me, 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. GENTLEMAN. This Ill do for you. HELENA. And you shall find yourself to be well thankd, Whateer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014458 | falls more. We must to horse again. Go, go, provide. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Rossillon. The inner court of the Countesss palace. Enter Clown and Parolles. PAROLLES. Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafew 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014459 | Fortunes mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. CLOWN. Truly, Fortunes displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speakst of. I will henceforth eat no fish of Fortunes buttering. Prythee, allow the wind. PAROLLES. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir. I spake but by a metaphor. CLOWN. Indeed, sir, if your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014460 | metaphor stink, I will stop my nose, or against any mans metaphor. Prythee, get thee further. PAROLLES. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. CLOWN. Foh, prythee stand away. A paper from Fortunes close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look here he comes himself. Enter Lafew. Here is a pur of Fortunes, sir, or of Fortunes cat, but not a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014461 | musk-cat, that has fallen into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and as he says, is muddied withal. Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may, for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my similes of comfort, and leave him to your lordship. [_Exit._] PAROLLES. My lord, I am | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014462 | a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratchd. LAFEW. And what would you have me to do? Tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with Fortune that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her? Theres a quart decu for you. Let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014463 | the justices make you and Fortune friends; I am for other business. PAROLLES. I beseech your honour to hear me one single word. LAFEW. You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall hat; save your word. PAROLLES. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. LAFEW. You beg more than word then. Cox my passion! Give me your hand. How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014464 | does your drum? PAROLLES. O my good lord, you were the first that found me. LAFEW. Was I, in sooth? And I was the first that lost thee. PAROLLES. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out. LAFEW. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014465 | the office of God and the devil? One brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [_Trumpets sound._] The kings coming; I know by his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further after me. I had talk of you last night; though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat. Go to; follow. PAROLLES. I praise God for you. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014466 | [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. The same. A room in the Countesss palace. Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafew, Lords, Gentlemen, Guards &c. KING. We lost a jewel of her, and our esteem Was made much poorer by it; but your son, As mad in folly, lackd the sense to know Her estimation home. COUNTESS. Tis past, my liege, And I beseech your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014467 | majesty to make it Natural rebellion, done i the blaze of youth, When oil and fire, too strong for reasons force, Oerbears it and burns on. KING. My honourd lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all, Though my revenges were high bent upon him, And watchd the time to shoot. LAFEW. This I must say, But first, I beg my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014468 | pardon,the young lord Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady, Offence of mighty note; but to himself The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife Whose beauty did astonish the survey Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive; Whose dear perfection hearts that scornd to serve Humbly calld mistress. KING. Praising what is lost Makes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014469 | the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither; We are reconcild, and the first view shall kill All repetition. Let him not ask our pardon; The nature of his great offence is dead, And deeper than oblivion do we bury Th incensing relics of it. Let him approach A stranger, no offender; and inform him So tis our will he should. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014470 | GENTLEMAN. I shall, my liege. [_Exit Gentleman._] KING. What says he to your daughter? Have you spoke? LAFEW. All that he is hath reference to your highness. KING. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me That sets him high in fame. Enter Bertram. LAFEW. He looks well on t. KING. I am not a day of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014471 | season, For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail In me at once. But to the brightest beams Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth; The time is fair again. BERTRAM. My high-repented blames Dear sovereign, pardon to me. KING. All is whole. Not one word more of the consumed time. Lets take the instant by the forward | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014472 | top; For we are old, and on our quickst decrees Thinaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them. You remember The daughter of this lord? BERTRAM. Admiringly, my liege. At first I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Durst make too bold herald of my tongue: Where the impression of mine eye infixing, Contempt | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014473 | his scornful perspective did lend me, Which warpd the line of every other favour, Scornd a fair colour, or expressd it stolen, Extended or contracted all proportions To a most hideous object. Thence it came That she whom all men praisd, and whom myself, Since I have lost, have lovd, was in mine eye The dust that did offend it. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014474 | KING. Well excusd: 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, Thats good thats gone. Our rash faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them until we know their grave. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014475 | Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see whats done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Be this sweet Helens knell, and now forget her. Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin. The main consents are had, and here well stay To see our widowers | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014476 | second marriage-day. COUNTESS. Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless! Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cesse! LAFEW. Come on, my son, in whom my houses name Must be digested; give a favour from you, To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, That she may quickly come. [_Bertram gives a ring to Lafew._] By my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014477 | old beard, And evry hair thats on t, Helen thats dead Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this, The last that eer I took her leave at court, I saw upon her finger. BERTRAM. Hers it was not. KING. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, While I was speaking, oft was fastend to it. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014478 | 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 I would relieve her. Had you that craft to reave her Of what should stead her most? BERTRAM. My gracious sovereign, Howeer it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never hers. COUNTESS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014479 | Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckond it At her lifes rate. LAFEW. I am sure I saw her wear it. BERTRAM. You are deceivd, my lord; she never saw it. In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Wrappd in a paper, which containd the name Of her that threw it. Noble | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014480 | she was, and thought I stood engagd; but when I had subscribd To mine own fortune, and informd her fully I could not answer in that course of honour As she had made the overture, she ceasd, In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the ring again. KING. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Hath not in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014481 | natures mystery more science Than I have in this ring. Twas mine, twas Helens, Whoever gave it you. Then if you know That you are well acquainted with yourself, Confess twas hers, and by what rough enforcement You got it from her. She calld the saints to surety That she would never put it from her finger Unless she gave | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014482 | it to yourself in bed, Where you have never come, or sent it us Upon her great disaster. BERTRAM. She never saw it. KING. Thou speakst it falsely, as I love mine honour, And makst conjectural fears to come into me Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove That thou art so inhuman,twill not prove so: And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014483 | 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. [_Guards seize Bertram._] My fore-past proofs, howeer the matter fall, Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Having vainly feard too little. Away with him. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014484 | Well sift this matter further. BERTRAM. If you shall prove This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where she yet never was. [_Exit, guarded._] KING. I am wrappd in dismal thinkings. Enter a Gentleman. GENTLEMAN. Gracious sovereign, Whether I have been to blame or no, I know not: Heres a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014485 | petition from a Florentine, Who hath for four or five removes come short To tender it herself. I undertook it, Vanquishd thereto by the fair grace and speech Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know, Is here attending: her business looks in her With an importing visage, and she told me In a sweet verbal brief, it did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014486 | concern Your highness with herself. KING. [_Reads._] _Upon his many protestations to marry me when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the Count Rossillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honours paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014487 | for justice. Grant it me, O king, in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone._ DIANA CAPILET. LAFEW. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for this. Ill none of him. KING. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafew, To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors. Go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014488 | speedily, and bring again the count. [_Exeunt Gentleman and some Attendants._] I am afeard the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatchd. COUNTESS. Now, justice on the doers! Enter Bertram, guarded. KING. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry. What womans that? Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014489 | Widow and Diana. DIANA. 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. WIDOW. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease, without your remedy. KING. Come hither, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014490 | count; do you know these women? BERTRAM. My lord, I neither can nor will deny But that I know them. Do they charge me further? DIANA. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? BERTRAM. Shes none of mine, my lord. DIANA. If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine, You give away heavens | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014491 | vows, and those are mine, You give away myself, which is known mine; For I by vow am so embodied yours That she which marries you must marry me, Either both or none. LAFEW. [_To Bertram_] Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you are no husband for her. BERTRAM. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014492 | Whom sometime I have laughd 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 Till your deeds gain them; fairer prove your honour Than in my thought it lies! DIANA. Good my lord, Ask him upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014493 | his oath, if he does think He had not my virginity. KING. What sayst thou to her? BERTRAM. Shes impudent, my lord, And was a common gamester to the camp. DIANA. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014494 | respect and rich validity Did lack a parallel; yet for all that He gave it to a commoner o the camp, If I be one. COUNTESS. He blushes, and tis it. Of six preceding ancestors, that gem Conferrd by testament to th sequent issue, Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife; That rings a thousand proofs. KING. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014495 | Methought you said You saw one here in court could witness it. DIANA. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce So bad an instrument; his names Parolles. LAFEW. I saw the man today, if man he be. KING. Find him, and bring him hither. [_Exit an Attendant._] BERTRAM. What of him? Hes quoted for a most perfidious slave, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014496 | With all the spots o the world taxd and debauchd: Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth. Am I or that or this for what hell utter, That will speak anything? KING. She hath that ring of yours. BERTRAM. I think she has. Certain it is I likd her And boarded her i the wanton way of youth. She | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014497 | knew her distance, and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancys course Are motives of more fancy; and in fine, Her infinite cunning with her modern grace, Subdud me to her rate; she got the ring, And I had that which any inferior might At market-price have bought. DIANA. I must be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014498 | patient. You that have turnd off a first so noble wife May justly diet me. I pray you yet, Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband Send for your ring, I will return it home, And give me mine again. BERTRAM. I have it not. KING. What ring was yours, I pray you? DIANA. Sir, much like The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014499 | same upon your finger. KING. Know you this ring? This ring was his of late. DIANA. And this was it I gave him, being abed. KING. The story then goes false you threw it him Out of a casement. DIANA. I have spoke the truth. Enter Attendant with Parolles. BERTRAM. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers. KING. | 60 | gutenberg |
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