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cullid 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.

i Lord. He hath out-villain'd villany fo far, that the rarity redeems him.

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

Inter. 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'ecu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it, and cut th’intail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually.

Inter. What's his Brother, the other Captain Dumain ?

2 Lord. “Why does he ask him of me? Inter. What's he?

Par. E'en a crow o'th' fame 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 out-runs any lacquey; marry, in coming on he has

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

Par. Ay, and the Captain of his horse, Count Roxfillon ?

Inter. I'll whisper with the General, and know his pleasure.

Par. 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

the cramp:

'He's a cat fill.] That is, hear his neighbour's character throw him how you will, he than his own. lights upon his legs.

3. To beguile the fuppofitiez.) ? Why does he ask him of me?] That is, to deceive the opinion, to This is nature. Every man is make the Count think me a man on such occasions more willing to that dezerves well.

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your friends.

I run into this danger ; yet who would have suspected an ambush where I was taken?

[ Aside. Inter. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die; the General says, you, that have so traiterously 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.

Par. O Lord, Sir, let me live, or let me see my death. Inter. That shall you, and take your leave of all

(Unbinding bim. So, look about you; know you any here? Ber. Good morrow, noble Captain. 2 Lord. God bless you, Captain Parolles. i Lord. God save you, noble Captain.

2 Lord. Captain, what Greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu ? I am for France.

i Lord. Good Captain, will you give me a copy of that fame Sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Roufillon? if I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of you ; but fare you well.

[Exeunt. Inter. You are undone, Captain, all but your scarf; that has a knot on't yet.

Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a Plot?

Inter. If you can find out a Country where but women were that had receiv'd so much shame, you might begin an impudent Nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we shall speak of you there. [Exit,

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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 Neep as soft, As Captain shall; fimply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart,


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Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass,
That every braggart shall be found an afs.
Rust, sword! cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live
Safest in shame! being foold, by fool'ry thrive ;
There's place and means for every man alive.
I'll after them.



Changes to the Widow's House, at Florence.

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
Dear almost as his life ; which gratitude
Through Ainty 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,
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 fervant, to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.

Hel. Nor you, Mistress,
Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompense your love: doubt not, but heav'n
Hath brought me up to be your Daughter's dower,
As it hash fated her to be * my motive

* my motive) motive for afiftant.



And helper to a husband. But, О strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
s When faucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night; so lust doth play
With what it loaths, for that which is away,
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:
6 But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp: we must away,
? Our Waggon is prepar’d, and time revives us ;


5 When Saucy trusting of the thour of it will himself think it cozen'd thoughts

unnecessary, when he recollects Defiles the pitchy night;} i. e. that faucy may very properly figmakes the person guilty of inten- nify luxurious, and by consetional adultery. But trusting a

quence lascivious. mistake cannot make any one 6 But with the word, the time guilty. We should read, and will bring on fummer,] point, the lines thus,

With the word, i. e. in an inWhen FANCY, trufling of the stant of time. The Oxford Edicozen'd thoughts,

tor reads (but what he means by Defiles the pitchy night. it I know not) Bear with the i. e. the fancy, or imagination, word.

WARBURTON, that he lay with his mistress, tho' The meaning of this observait was, indeed, his Wife, made tion is, that as briars have sweethim incur the guilt of adultery. nefs with their prickles, so shall Night, by the ancients, was these troubles be recompensed reckoned odious, obscene, and with joy. abominable. The Poet, allud 7 Our waggon is prepar'd, and ing to this, says, with great beau time revives us;] The word ty, Defiles the pitchy night, i. l. Revives conveys so little fense, makes the night, more than or- that it seems very. liable to suspidinary, abominable.


-and time revyes us ; This conjecture is truly inge, i.e. looks us in the face, calls pious, but, i believe, the au

upon us to haiten:



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All's well, that ends well; still the Fine's the crown; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. [Exeunt.



Changes to Rousillon in France,

Enter Countess, Lafeu, and Clown.

Laf. no, no, your Son was mil-led with a

snipt-taffata fellow there, & whose villainous saffron would have made all the unbakid and doughy


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The present reading is cor -Has he familiarly rupt, and I am afraid the emen Dislik'd your yellow starch ; or dition none of the soundeft. I Jaid your doublet never remember to have seen the Wa nor exably frencbified word revye. One may as well And J hnfn's Devil's an Ass. leave blunders as make them. Carmen and chimny- wee;ers are Why may we not read for a shift, got into the yellow starch. without much effort, the time in- This was invented by one Turner, vites us?

a tire-woman, a court-bawd; whose villainou: Jaffron would and, in all respects, of so infa. have made all the unbak'd and mous a character, that her invendowy youth of a nation in his co tion deserved the name of vila lour. ] Parolles is represented as lainous Saffron. This woman an affected follower of the fashion, was, afterwards, amongst the and an encourager of his master miscreants concerned in the murto run into all the follies of it; der of Sir Thomas Overbury, for where he says, Use a more spaci- which she was hanged at T5burn, ous ceremony to the noble Lords, and would die in a yellow ; uff of they wear themselves in the cap of her own invention : which made time and ibo' the Devil lead yellow starch so odious, that it the measure, such are to be follow- immediately went out of fashion. ed. Here some particularities of 'Tis this, then, to which Shakefashionable dress are ridiculed. Sear alludes : but using the word Snipl-taffata needs no explana- sfion for sell-w, a new idea tion; but villainous faffron is presented itfelf, and he pursues more obscure. This alludes to his thought under a quite diffeà fantastic fashion, then much rent allusion -Whoje vil followed, of using yellow ftarch la nous juiffron would have made for their bands and ruffs. So all the unbaked and do-wy youths of Fletcher, in his Queen of Corinth, a nation in bis cclour, i.e. of his


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