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thine una rewell. When thou hast leisure, say the
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposer the safety : But the composition that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the Wear well? Par. I am so fall of businesses, I cannot anstrer the I will return perfect
courtier; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable
advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in
unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes the prayers;
when thou hast none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee 60 farewell.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
strange attempts, to
SOENE II.- Paris.
A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING OF FRANCE,
with letters; Lords and others atlending. King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue 1 Lord.
So 'tis reported, sir. King: Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it, A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria; With caution, that the Florentine will move its For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
A braving war.
Prejudicates the business, and would seem
His love and wisdom,
He hath arm'd our answer,
It may well serve
What's he comes here!
King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face ;
King. I would I had that corporal soundness now
of younger things Spots; tohose constancies
His good remembrance, sir,
King. 'Would I were with him! He would always
there, and to bear,)-Let me not livc, -
good melancholy oft began,
whose judgments are
You are fored, sir;
King. I All a place, I know t-How long is 't, count,
Some six months since, my lord. King. If he were living, I would try him yet ;Lend me an arm; the rest hare worn me out With several applications: - nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; My son's no dearer. Ber.
Thank your majesty,
wchosea be the snuf
SCENE III.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's
Palace. Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown. Count. I will now hear: what say you of this gentlewoman?
Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, wheu of ouro selves we publish them.
Count. What does this knave here! Get you gone sirrah: The complaints I have heard of you, I do lidt
all believe ; 'tis my slowness, that I do not : for, I know,
Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor
Count. Well, sir.
Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor,
I do beg your good-will in this case.
l's case, and mine own. Service is no
Tell me thy reason why thon will marry,
Clo. Faith, madam, I have other hols reasons, such
Count. May the world know them?
Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you
I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to have
Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave.
e'en great friends ;
e's my drudge: He, that comforts my wife, is the
be what they are, there were no fear in marriage : papist, howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both one, they may joll horns together, like any deer i' the herd.
Count. Wilt thou ever be a soul-mouth'd und calum nious knaye ?
Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would speak purifying o' the song : 'Would God would serre the world so all the year! we'd And no fault with the tithe-woman, Ir I were the parson: One in ten, quoth blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'would mend the lottery well : aman may draw his heart out, ere be
Count. You'll be gone, sir koare, and do as I com.
Clo. That man should be at woman's command, and it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humllity yet no hurt done 1-Though honesty be no puritan, set
Stero. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me;
Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next way:
For I the ballad will repeat,
Which men full true shall find;
Your cuckoo sings by kind.
Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen
Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
Was this king Priam's joy.
And gave this sentence then,
There's yet one good in len.
Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which is a
Count. Well now. entirely.
With that she sighed as she stood,