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drudge: He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my Aesh and blood; he, that cherishes my Aesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my friend : ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for young Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howsoe'er their hearts are sever'd in religion, their hi ads are both one, they may joul horns together, like any deer i' the herd.
Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and calumnious knave ?
Clo. A prophet, I, madam; and I speak the truth the next way:
For I the ballad will repeat,
Which men full true fall 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, [Singing.
Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
Was this king Priam's joy. .
And gave this a sentence then ;
There's yet one good in ten.
's Fond done, fond done (for Paris, beid
Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah. *Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which is a pu. rifying o' the song: 'Would God would serve the world fo all the year! we'd find no fault with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson : One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but on every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well; a man may draw his heart out, ere he pluck one.
Count. You'll be gone, fir knave, and do as I command you?
Clo. That man should be at a woman's command, and yet no hurt done !—Though honesty " be a puritan, yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart.--I am going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither.
[Exit. Count. Well, now.
Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman intirely.
Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeath'd her to me; and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds: there is more owing her, than is paid: and more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.
Stew. Madam, I was very late more neår her than, I think, she wish'd me : alone she was, and did communicate to herself her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they w touch'd not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she lov'd your fon : Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such diffe
t on every blazing far,]-upon the appearance of every comet.
u be a puritan, yet it will do no burt;}-somewhat nice and scrupulous, yet it is not obstinately so, it will conform a little-be no puritar.
W touch'd not any stranger sense. 1-reach'd not the audience of another.
rence betwixt their two estates ; Love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor * knight to be surprised without rescue in the first assault, or ransom afterward: This she deliver'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard a virgin exclaim in : which I held my duty, speedily to acquaint you withal ; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it.
Count. You have discharg'd this honestly; keep it to yourself: many likelihoods inform’d me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt : Pray you, leave me : ystall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your honest care: * I will speak with you further anon. [Exit Steward.
If we are nature's, ? these are ours; this thorn
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born ; It is the shew and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is imprest in youth: * By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults, Oh! then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now. · Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
Count. You know, Helen,
Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
> knight]-votary, one of her train.
Why not a mother ? When I said, a mother,
Hel. That I am not.
Count. Nor I your mother? • Hel. You are my mother, madam; 'Would you were (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother) Indeed, my mother!-or were you both our mothers,
I'd care no more for't, than I do for heaven,
o choice breeds a native slip to us from foreign seeds :]-choice rears and cherishes a foreign lip with the same fondness, as though it were native, or sprung from ourselves.
I'd care no more for't, than I do]-I'd wish as much for it, as I do. -I care no more for. • Can't no other, but,)-Can it be no otherwise, but if I be.
Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law;
Hel. Good madam, pardon me!
Count. Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond,
The state of your affection ; for your passions
Hel. Then, I confess,
e loveliness; lowliness—this depression of your spirits.