call'd Mile-end, to inftruct for the doubling of files. I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain. 1 Lord. He hath out-villain'd villany fo far, that the rarity redeems him. 1 Ber. A pox on him, he's a cat ftill. 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 fell the fee-fimple of his falvation, the inheritance of it, and cut th' intail from all remainders, and a perpetual fucceffion for it perpetually. Inter. What's his Brother, the other Captain Damain? 2 Lord. Why does he afk him of me? Inter. What's he? Par. E'en a crow o'th' fame neft; not altogether fo 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 the cramp. Inter. If your life be faved, will life be faved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine? Par. Ay, and the Captain of his horse, Count Roufillon? Inter. I'll whifper with the General, and know his pleasure. Par. I'll no more drumming, a plague of all drums! Only to feem to deferve well, and 3 to beguile the fuppofition of that lafcivious young boy the Count, have I run into this danger; yet who would have fufpected an ambush where I was taken? [Afide. Inter. There is no remedy, Sir, but you must die; the General fays, you, that have fo traiterously discovered the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can ferve the world for no honeft ufe; therefore you muft die. Come, headfman, off with his head. Par. O Lord, Sir, let me live, or let me fee my death. Inter. That fhall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [Unbinding him. So, look about you; know you any here? Ber. Good morrow, noble Captain. 2 Lord. God bless you, Captain Parolles. 2 Lord. Captain, what Greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France. 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 fo much fhame, you might begin an impudent Nation. Fare you well, Sir, I am for France too, we shall speak of you there. [Exit, 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 fhall; fimply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Bb3 Let Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, SCENE VII. Changes to the Widow's Houfe, at Florence. Enter Helena, Widow and Diana. [Exit, Hel. A wrong'd you, HAT you may well perceive I have not One of the Greatest in the chriftian world Shall be my Surety; 'fore whofe Throne 'tis needful, Time was, I did him a defired office My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, Wid. Gentle Madam, You never had a fervant, to whose truft Hel. Nor you, Mistress, Ever a friend, whofe thoughts more truly labour my motive] motive for affiftant. WARBURTON. And And helper to a hufband. But, Ostrange men! Dia. Let death and honefty Go with your impofitions, I am yours Hel. Yet I pray you: But with the word the time will bring on fummer, 5 When SAUCY trufting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night;] i. e. makes the perfon guilty of intentional adultery. But trufting a mistake cannot make any one guilty. We fhould read, and point, the lines thus, All's thour of it will himself think it unneceffary, when he recollects that Saucy may very properly fignify luxurious, and by confequence lafcivious. 6 But with the word, the time will bring on fummer,] With the word, i. e. in an in When FANCY, trufting of the ftant of time. The Oxford Editor reads (but what he means by it I know not) Bear with the word. WARBURTON. cozen'd thoughts, Defiles the pitchy night. i. e. the fancy, or imagination, that he lay with his mistress, tho' it was, indeed, his Wife, made him incur the guilt of adultery. Night, by the ancients, was reckoned odious, obfcene, and abominable. The Poet, alluding to this, fays, with great beauty, Defiles the pitchy night, i. e. makes the night, more than or dinary, abominable. WARBURTON. This conjecture is truly ingenious, but, i believe, the au The meaning of this obfervation is, that as briars have sweetnes with their prickles, so shall thefe troubles be recompenfed with joy. 7 Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us;] The word Revives conveys fo little fenfe, that it seems very, liable to suspi cion. -and time revyes us; i. e. looks us in the face, calls upon us to haiten WARB. Bb 4 This 1 All's well, that ends well; ftill the Fine's the crown; SCENE VIII. Changes to Roufillon in France. Enter Countefs, Lafeu, and Clown. Laf. N 8 no, no, your Son was mif-led with a fnipt-taffata fellow there, whofe villainous faffron would have made all the unbak'd and doughy The prefent reading is corrupt, and I am afraid the emendition none of the foundeft. I never remember to have seen the word revye. One may as well leave blunders as make them. Why may we not read for a shift, without much effort, the time invites us? 8 whofe villainous faffron would have made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour.] Parolles is represented as an affected follower of the fashion, and an encourager of his mafter to run into all the follies of it; where he says, Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lordsthey wear themselves in the cap of time and tho the Devil lead the measure, fuch are to be follow ed. Here fome particularities of fashionable dress are ridiculed. Snipt-teffata needs no explanation; but villainous faffron is more obfcure. This alludes to a fantaftic fashion, then much followed, of ufing yellow ftarch for their bands and ruffs. So Fletcher, in his Queen of Corinth, youth -Has be familiarly Diflik'd your yellow ftarch; or Jaid your doublet Wa not exactly frenchified And Johnson's Devil's an Afs. Carmen and chimny, tweezers are got into the yellow ftarch. This was invented by one Turner, a tire-woman, a court-bawd; and, in all refpects, of fo infamous a character, that her invention deferved the name of villainous Saffron. This woman was, afterwards, amongst the mifcreants concerned in the murder of Sir Thomas Overbury, for which she was hanged at Tyburn, and would die in a yellow ruff of her own invention: which made yellow ftarch fo odious, that it immediately went out of fashion. "Tis this, then, to which Shakefear alludes: but ufing the word Saffron for yellow, a new idea prefented itfelf, and he purfues his thought under a quite different allufion Whofe vil la nous faffron would have made all the unbaked and dowy youths of a nation in bis colour, i. e. of his temper |