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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 Par. I am so fall of businesses, I cannot anstrer the
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 thine una rewell. When thou hast leisure, say the
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,
makes me see, and cannot feed mine ere
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
wchosea be the snuf
His good remembrance, sir,
good melancholy oft began,
whose judgments are Brpire before their fashions:---This he wis b'id: I, after him, do after him wish too, Since nor wax, nor honey, can bring hone, 1 quickly were dissolved from my hive,
some labourers room. 2 Lord.
You are fored, sir; They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first.
King. I All a place, I know t-How long is 't, count, Since the physician at your father's died ! He was much famed. Ber.
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,
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
Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though many
of the rich are damn'd : But if I may have
I do beg your good-will in this case.
l's case, and mine own. Service is no of God, till I have the issue of my body; for, they say, bearns are
Tell me thy reason why thon will marry,
Count. May the world know them?
I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to have
e'en great friends ; the knaves come to do that for me, which I am 1-weary of. He, that ears my land, spares my team and gives me leave to inn the crop: if I be his cuckold,
e's my drudge: He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh' and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my friend : ergo, he that 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 ?
With that she sighed as she stood,
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 come to you ; of her I am to speak.
Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would speak with her; Helen I mean. Clo. Was this fair face the cause quoth she,
Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
this king Priam's joy.
And gave this sentence then,
nine bad if one be good,
There's yet one good in len. Count. What, one good in ten ? you corrupt the song, sirrah.
Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which is a 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 A'! an we might have a good woman boru but every lottery well : aman may draw his heart out, ere be blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'would mend the pluck one.
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 sooth: the business is for Helen to come hither.
Count. Well now.
Stero. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely. and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully
Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me;