Act II

Scene I. Paris. The King's palace.

Flourish of cornets. Enter the King, attended with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war; Bertram, and Parolles.

King. Farewell, young lords; these warlike principles
Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, farewell:
Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain, all
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
And is enough for both.

First Lord. 'Tis our hope, sir,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
And find your Grace in health.

King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Will not confess he owes the malady
That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
Whether I live or die, be you the sons
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy,—
Those bated that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy,—see that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.

Sec. Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!
King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them:
They say, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you serve.

Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.

King. Farewell. Come hither to me. [Exit.

First Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!

Par. 'Tis not his fault, the spark.

Sec. Lord. O, 'tis brave wars!

Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars.

Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
'Too young,' and 'the next year,' and ''tis too early.'

Par. An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely.

Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn
But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.

First Lord. There's honour in the theft.

Par. Commit it, count.

Sec. Lord. I am your accessary; and so, farewell.

Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.

First Lord. Farewell, captain.

Sec. Lord. Sweet Monsieur Parolles!

Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good
sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: you shall find
in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, with his
cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it
was this very sword entrenched it: say to him, I live; and
observe his reports for me.

First Lord. We shall, noble captain. [Exeunt Lords.

Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! what will ye do?

Ber. Stay: the king.

Re-enter King.

Par. [Aside to Ber.] Use a more spacious ceremony to
the noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the list
of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to them: for they
wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do muster true
gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received
star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are
to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.

Ber. And I will do so.

Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy
sword-men. [Exeunt Bertram and Parolles.

Enter Lafeu.

Laf. [Kneeling] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.

King. I'll fee thee to stand up.

Laf. Then here's a man stands, that has brought his pardon.
I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy;
And that at my bidding you could so stand up.

King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate,
And ask'd thee mercy for't.

Laf. Good faith, across: but, my good lord, 'tis thus;
Will you be cured of your infirmity?

King. No.

Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?
Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if
My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine
That's able to breathe life into a stone,
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch
Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,
To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
And write to her a love-line.

King. What 'her' is this?

Laf. Why, Doctor She: my lord, there's one arrived,
If you will see her: now, by my faith and honour,
If seriously I may convey my thoughts
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
With one that, in her sex, her years, profession,
Wisdom and constancy, hath amazed me more
Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her,
For that is her demand, and know her business?
That done, laugh well at me.

King. Now, good Lafeu,
Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
By wondering how thou took'st it.

Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,
And not be all day neither. [Exit.

King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.

Re-enter Lafeu, with Helena.

Laf. Nay, come your ways.

King. This haste hath wings indeed.

Laf. Nay, come your ways;
This is his majesty, say your mind to him:
A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together; fare you well. [Exit.

King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us?

Hel. Ay, my good lord.
Gerard de Narbon was my father;
In what he did profess, well found.

King. I knew him.

Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him;
Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death
Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one,
Which, as the dearest issue of his practice,
And of his old experience the only darling,
He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so:
And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd
With that malignant cause, wherein the honour
Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
I come to tender it and my appliance,
With all bound humbleness.

King. We thank you, maiden;
But may not be so credulous of cure,
When our most learned doctors leave us, and
The congregated college have concluded
That labouring art can never ransom nature
From her inaidible estate; I say we must not
So stain our judgement, or corrupt our hope.
To prostitute our past-cure malady
To empirics, or to dissever so
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.

Hel. My duty, then, shall pay me for my pains:
I will no more enforce mine office on you;
Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts
A modest one, to bear me back again.

King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful:
Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give
As one near death to those that wish him live:
But, what at full I know, thou know'st no part;
I knowing all my peril, thou no art.

Hel. What I can do can do no hurt to try,
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy
He that of greatest works is finisher,
Oft does them by the weakest minister:
So holy writ in babes hath judgement shown,
When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
From simple sources; and great seas have dried,
When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;
Thy pains not used must by thyself be paid:
Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.

Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:
It is not so with Him that all things knows,
As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
But most it is presumption in us when
The help of heaven we count the act of men.
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impostor, that proclaim
Myself against the level of mine aim;
But know I think, and think I know most sure,
My art is not past power, nor you past cure.

King. Art thou so confident? within what space
Hopest thou my cure?

Hel. The great'st grace lending grace,
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp;
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass;
What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.

King. Upon thy certainty and confidence
What darest thou venture?

Hel. Tax of impudence,
A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame
Traduced by odious ballads: my maiden's name
Sear'd otherwise, ne worse of worst extended,
With vilest torture let my life be ended.

King. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak
His powerful sound within an organ weak:
And what impossibility would slay
In common sense, sense saves another way.
Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate
Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate,
Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all
That happiness and prime can happy call:
Thou this to hazard needs must intimate
Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.
Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try,
That ministers thine own death if I die.

Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
And well deserved: not helping, death's my fee;
But, if I help, what do you promise me?

King. Make thy demand.

Hel. But will you make it even?

King. Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven.

Hel. Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand
What husband in thy power I will command:
Exempted be from me the arrogance
To choose from forth the royal blood of France,
My low and humble name to propagate
With any branch or image of thy state;
But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.

King. Here is my hand; the premises observed,
Thy will by my performance shall be served:
So make the choice of thy own time; for I,
Thy resolved patient, on thee still rely.
More should I question thee, and more I must,
Though more to know could not be more to trust,
From whence thou camest, how tended on: but rest
Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest.
Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed
As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act ii.] Actus Secundus. Ff (Sæcundus F2).

Enter ... attended....] Capell. Enter ... warre: Count Rosse, and Parolles. Florish Cornets. Ff.

divers] two Hanmer. om. Steevens.

[1, 2] lords ... lords] Ff. lord ... lord Hanmer. See note (vi).

and you] you Pope.

both gain, all] Ff. both gain, Pope, both gain, well! Hanmer. both gain all, Johnson. back again, Jackson conj. both gain, All Anon. conj. See note (vii).

First Lord] i. Lord. Rowe. Lord G. Ff.

'Tis] Ff. It is Steevens.

he owes] it owns Pope. he owns Long MS.

higher] hired Coleridge conj.

bated] bastards Hanmer. 'bated ones Capell conj.

[15, 16] wed it; when ... shrinks,] Pope, wed it, when ... shrinkes: F1 F2 F3. wed it, when ... shrinks; F4.

questant] F1. question F2 F3 F4. questor Collier MS.

Sec. Lord.] 2. Lord Rowe (ed. 2). L. G. Ff. 1. Lord Rowe (ed. 1).

Both.] Rowe. Bo. Ff.

Come ... me] Come ... me [to Bert.] Pope. om. Hanmer. Come ... me [to Attendants]. Theobald.

Exit.] Pope. om. Ff. Retires to a Couch; Attendants leading him. Capell. See note (viii).

[24, 34, 37] First Lord.] 1. Lord. Rowe. 1. Lo. G. Ff.

fault, the spark.] F3 F4. fault the spark. F1 F2. fault, the spark— Rowe. fault; the spark— Theobald.

[25, 35, 38] Sec. Lord.] 2. Lord. Rowe. 2. Lo. E. Ff.

a coil] acoyle F2.

[27, 28] with 'Too young'] Pope. with, Too young Ff. with; 'Too young' Capell.

An ... to't, boy, ... bravely] Theobald. And ... too't boy, Steale away bravely F1 F2 F3. And ... to it ... F4. And thy mind—stand to it, boy; steal away bravely. Pope.

I shall stay] I stay Rowe. Shall I stay Pope.

I ... our ... a tortured body] I ... this our ... A tortur'd body Hanmer. I ... our ... the parting of a tortured body Johnson conj. I ... our ... a torture Capell. I ... our ... as a tortured body S. Walker conj., reading lines 34-37 Commit ... captain. as three lines, ending accessary ... parting ... captain.

to you] t' ye S. Walker conj.

captain] worthy captain Hanmer.

yours] yours [measuring swords with them] Capell.

a word] in a word Long MS.

[41, 42] with his cicatrice, an emblem] Theobald. his cicatrice, with an emblem Ff (sicatrice F1). he's cicatriced with an emblem Rann conj.

for] F1 F2. of F3 F4.

First Lord.] 1. Lord. Rowe. Lo. G. F1 F2. L.G. F3 F4. 2. Lord. Warburton. Both. Edd. conj.

novices! what will ye do?] novices, what will ye do? Ff (doe F1 F2). See note (ix).

ye] you Hanmer.

Stay: the king.] F2 F3 F4. Stay the king. F1. Stay; the king— Pope. Stay with the king Grant White (Collier conj.).

Re-enter King.] Edd. See note (viii).

there do muster] there, to muster Warburton. they do muster with the Johnson conj. there do master Heath conj. they do master Collier conj. there demonstrate Anon. conj.

[51, 52] there ... gait] do muster your true gaité Becket conj. om. Collier MS.

true gait] together Hanmer.

eat] dress Hanmer. they eat Singer conj.

move] F1. more F2 F3 F4.

Exeunt B. and P.] Exeunt. Ff.

Scene ii. Pope.

Enter L.] Enter the King and L. Pope. Enter L. hastily. Capell.

Kneeling] Johnson, om. Ff.

I'll fee] Theobald. Ile see Ff. I'll sue Staunton. I'll free Anon. ap. Halliwell conj. I beseech Keightley conj.

[59-62] Capell ends the lines man ... I would you ... mercy; and ... up.

has] F1. hath F2 F3 F4.

brought] Ff. bought Theobald.

[63, 64] I would ... for't] You would ... for't? Anon. conj.

[64-70] Capell ends the lines across: ... cur'd ... eat ... will ... fox ... medicine.

across] a cross F4.

my noble grapes] omitted by Hanmer, ending the line at fox. aye, noble grapes Collier MS.

seen a medicine] seen A medicine Anon. conj.

medicine] med'cin (in italics) Theobald. medecin Steevens.

araise] raise Pope. upraise Collier MS.

Pepin] Theobald. Pippen Ff.

To give] And give Capell.

in's] in his Capell. Malone supposes a line to be lost after this.

And write] To write Hanmer. And cause him write Singer conj.

to her a love-line] a love-line to her Hanmer.

Doctor She] Grant White. doctor she Ff. Doctor-she Theobald.

convey] convay F1. convoy F2 F3 F4.

Than ... weakness] Than (blame my weakness) I dare— Becket conj.

blame] blaze Theobald conj.

Exit] Theobald. om. Ff.

nothing] nothings Hanmer.

Re-enter L. with H.] Enter Hellen. Ff (after line 91 come your ways).

Laf. Nay, ... ways] Laf. [Returns.] Nay ... ways [Bringing in Helena. Theobald.

I am] I'm Pope.

Exit] Ff. Exit. Attendants retire. Capell. See note (viii).

Scene iii.] Pope.

[98-100] Ay ... him] As in Ff. As three lines, ending was ... found ... him. Hanmer. As two, ending father ... him. Capell.

Gerard de Narbon] Gerardo of Narbona Anon. conj.

In] One in S. Walker conj.

praises] praise Theobald.

On's] On his Capell.

receipts] Rowe. receits Ff.

the] th' Ff.

two, more dear] Steevens. two: dear Ff.

[109, 110] honour ... power] power ...honour Rann (Johnson conj.).

ransom] answer Steevens (1778).

inaidible] inaydible F1 F2. unaydible F3 F4. unaidable Rowe. inaidable Capell.

estate] state S. Walker conj.

I say] om. Pope.

stain] strain Anon. conj.

mine] F1. my F2 F3 F4.

miracles ... greatest] miracles ... great'st Ff. mir'cles ... greatest Theobald. Johnson supposes a line lost after this.

fits] Collier (Theobald conj.). shifts Ff. sits Pope. See note (x).

impostor] F3 F4. impostrue F1 F2. imposture Capell.

The great'st grace lending] Capell. The greatest grace lending Ff. The Greatest lending Rowe.

his] Rowe. her Ff.

[169, 170] shame ... ballads: my maidens name] Ff. shame; ... ballads my maiden's name, Theobald conj. shame; ... ballads: my maiden's name Id. conj. shame, ... ballads my maiden name Johnson conj.

Sear'd otherwise, ne worse of ...] F1. Seard otherwise, no worse of ... F2 F3 F4. Sear'd otherwise no worse of worst: extended Theobald conj. Sear'd, otherwise no worse of worst extended; Id. conj. Sear'd: otherwise, the worst of ... Hanmer. Sear'd otherwise, to worst of ... Johnson conj. Fear otherwise to worst of ... Id. conj. Sear'd; otherwise the worst to ... Id. conj. Fear, otherwise, to worst of worse Heath conj. Sear'd otherwise; or, worse to ... Capell. Seard otherwise, as worse of ... Long MS. Fear'd o' the wise no worse if ... Mason conj. Sear'd otherwise; nay, worst of ... Malone conj. Scar'd otherwise; the worst of ... Id. conj. Sear'd otherwise; the worst of ... Rann. Sear'd otherwise; nay, worse of ... Singer.

ne ... extended] and worse, if worse, attended Becket conj. and, worse of worst expended Staunton conj. on worst of racks extended Anon. conj. nay, worse, if worse, extended Anon. conj.

[173, 174] speak His powerful sound] speak, It powerful sounds Hanmer. speak: His power full sounds Warburton. O powerful sound Becket conj. (transposing lines 173, 174.)

within] F1. wherein F2 F3 F4.

courage] courage, virtue Theobald. courage, honour Collier (Collier MS.).

and prime] and pride Tyrwhitt conj. in prime Rann (Mason conj.).

heaven] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). helpe F1 F2. help F3 F4.

image] impage Warburton.

make the] make thee Anon. conj.

thy] F1. thine F2 F3 F4.

thy deed] thy meed Anon. conj.

[Flourish. Exeunt.] Florish. Exit. F1. Exeunt. F2 F3 F4.

Scene II. Rousillon. The Count's palace.

Enter Countess and Clown.

Count. Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height
of your breeding.

Clo. I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught: I
know my business is but to the court.
Count. To the court! why, what place make you special,
when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court!

Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners,
he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make
a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has
neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow,
to say precisely, were not for the court; but for me, I have
an answer will serve all men.

Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all
questions.

Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks, the
pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any
buttock.

Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions?

Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney,
as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's rush
for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove Tuesday, a
morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his
horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's
lip to the friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.

Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for
all questions?

Clo. From below your duke to beneath your constable,
it will fit any question.

Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size
that must fit all demands.

Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned
should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't.
Ask me if I am a courtier: it shall do you no harm to learn.

Count. To be young again, if we could: I will be a
fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer.
I pray you, sir, are you a courtier?

Clo. O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More,
more, a hundred of them.

Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.

Clo. O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me.

Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.

Clo. O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.

Count. You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.

Clo. O Lord, sir! spare not me.

Count. Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping,
and 'spare not me'? Indeed your 'O Lord, sir!' is very
sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to
a whipping, if you were but bound to't.

Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord,
sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.

Count. I play the noble housewife with the time,
To entertain 't so merrily with a fool.

Clo. O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again.

Count. An end, sir; to your business. Give Helen this,
And urge her to a present answer back:
Commend me to my kinsmen and my son:
This is not much.

Clo. Not much commendation to them.

Count. Not much employment for you: you understand
me?

Clo. Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs.

Count. Haste you again. [Exeunt severally.

LINENOTES:

Scene ii.] Scene iv. Pope.

Count.] Lady. Ff (and Lady. or La. throughout the scene).

To the court] But to the court Theobald.

contempt? ... court!] Pope. contempt, ... Court? Ff.

court; but for me,] Rowe. court, but for me, Ff. court, but for me: Pope.

serve fit] sir, fit Anon. conj. fit Anon. conj.

[20, 21] Tib's ... Tom's] Tom's ... Tib's Hawkins conj.

I pray ...] F3. La. I pray ... F1 F2. Lady. I pray ... F4.

but] and Hanmer.

[51, 52] Printed as prose in Ff. As verse first by Knight.

housewife] huswife Ff.

entertain 't] Edd. (S. Walker conj.). entertain it Ff.

An end, sir; to] Rowe (ed. 2). And end sir to F1 F2. And end; sir to F3 F4.

is not] isn't Hanmer.

[Exeunt severally] Capell. Exeunt. Ff.

Scene III. Paris. The King's palace.

Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.

Laf. They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical
persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural
and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles
of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge,
when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.

Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that
hath shot out in our latter times.

Ber. And so 'tis.

Laf. To be relinquished of the artists,—

Par. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus.

Laf. Of all the learned and authentic fellows,—

Par. Right; so I say.

Laf. That gave him out incurable,—

Par. Why, there 'tis; so say I too.

Laf. Not to be helped,—

Par. Right; as 'twere, a man assured of a—

Laf. Uncertain life, and sure death.

Par. Just, you say well; so would I have said.

Laf. I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.

Par. It is, indeed: if you will have it in showing, you
shall read it in—what do ye call there?

Laf. A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor.

Par. That's it; I would have said the very same.

Laf. Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me, I
speak in respect—

Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief
and the tedious of it; and he's of a most facinerious spirit
that will not acknowledge it to be the—

Laf. Very hand of heaven.

Par. Ay, so I say.

Laf. In a most weak—

Par. And debile minister, great power, great transcendence:
which should, indeed, give us a further use to be
made than alone the recovery of the king, as to be—

Laf. Generally thankful.

Par. I would have said it; you say well. Here comes
the king.

Enter King, Helena, and Attendants.

Laf. Lustig, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid
the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head: why, he's
able to lead her a coranto.

Par. Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?

Laf. 'Fore God, I think so.

King. Go, call before me all the lords in court.
Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
The confirmation of my promised gift,
Which but attends thy naming.

Enter three or four Lords.

Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel
Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice
I have to use: thy frank election make;
Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.

Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
Fall, when Love please! marry, to each, but one!

Laf. I'd give bay Curtal and his furniture,
My mouth no more were broken than these boys',
And writ as little beard.

King. Peruse them well:
Not one of those but had a noble father.

Hel. Gentlemen,
Heaven hath through me restored the king to health.

All. We understand it, and thank heaven for you.

Hel. I am a simple maid; and therein wealthiest,
That I protest I simply am a maid.
Please it your majesty, I have done already:
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
'Hel. We blush that thou shouldst Hel. choose; but, be refused,
Hel. Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;
We'll ne'er come there again.'

Hel. King. Make choice; and, see,
Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me.

Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly;
And to Hel. imperial Love, that god most high,
Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit?

First Lord. And grant it.

Hel. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

Laf. I had rather be in this choice than throw
Ames-ace for my life.

Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,
Before I speak, too threateningly replies:
Love make your fortunes twenty times above
Her that so wishes and her humble love!

Sec. Lord. No better, if you please.

Hel. My wish receive,
Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave.

Laf. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of
mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to
the Turk, to make eunuchs of.

Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take;
I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:
Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!

Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have
her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French
ne'er got 'em.

Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good,
To make yourself a son out of my blood.

Fourth Lord. Fair one, I think not so.

Laf. There's one grape yet; I am sure thy father
drunk wine: but if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth of
fourteen; I have known thee already.

Hel. [To Bertram] I dare not say I take you; but I give
Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
Into your guiding power. This is the man.

King. Why, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.

Ber. My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,
In such a business give me leave to use
The help of mine own eyes.

King. Know'st thou not, Bertram,
What she has done for me?

Ber. Yes, my good lord;
But never hope to know why I should marry her.

King. Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.

Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down
Must answer for your raising? I know her well:
She had her breeding at my father's charge.
A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain
Rather corrupt me ever!

King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods,
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
In differences so mighty. If she be
All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,
A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest
Of virtue for the name: but do not so:
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour. Good alone
Is good without a name. Vileness is so:
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
In these to nature she's immediate heir,
And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the sire: honours thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave
Debosh'd on every tomb, on every grave
A lying trophy; and as oft is dumb
Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
I can create the rest: virtue and she
Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.

Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.

King. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose.

Hel. That you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad:
Let the rest go.

King. My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,
I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift;
That dost in vile misprision shackle up
My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
We, poising us in her defective scale,
Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
It is in us to plant thine honour where
We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt:
Obey our will, which travails in thy good:
Believe not thy disdain, but presently
Do thine own fortunes that obedient right
Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;
Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
Into the staggers and the careless lapse
Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate
Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.

Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
What great creation and what dole of honour
Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
Is as 't were born so.

King. Take her by the hand,
And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
A counterpoise; if not to thy estate,
A balance more replete.

Ber. I take her hand.

King. Good fortune and the favour of the king
Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony
Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast
Shall more attend upon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her,
Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.

[Exeunt all but Lafeu and Parolles.

Laf. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.

Par. Your pleasure, sir?

Laf. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.

Par. Recantation! My lord! my master!

Laf. Ay; is it not a language I speak?

Par. A most harsh one, and not to be understood
without bloody succeeding. My master!

Laf. Are you companion to the Count Rousillon?

Par. To any count, to all counts, to what is man.

Laf. To what is count's man: count's master is of
another style.

Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are
too old.

Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which
title age cannot bring thee.

Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do.

Laf. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty
wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel;
it might pass: yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee
did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of
too great a burthen. I have now found thee; when I lose
thee again, I care not: yet art thou good for nothing but
taking up; and that thou'rt scarce worth.

Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon
thee,—

Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou
hasten thy trial; which if—Lord have mercy on thee for
a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well:
thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee.
Give me thy hand.

Par. My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.

Laf. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.

Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it.

Laf. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not
bate thee a scruple.

Par. Well, I shall be wiser.

Laf. Ev'n as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at
a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy
scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of
thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance
with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the
default, he is a man I know.

Par. My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.

Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my
poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by thee,
in what motion age will give me leave. [Exit.

Par. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off
me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must be patient;
there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him, by
my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were
double and double a lord. I'll have no more pity of his
age than I would have of—I'll beat him, an if I could but
meet him again.

Re-enter Lafeu.

Laf. Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's
news for you: you have a new mistress.

Par. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make
some reservation of your wrongs: he is my good lord:
whom I serve above is my master.

Laf. Who? God?

Par. Ay, sir.

Laf. The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou
garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of thy
sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set thy lower
part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were but
two hours younger, I'd beat thee: methinks't, thou art a
general offence, and every man should beat thee: I think
thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.

Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.

Laf. Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no
true traveller: you are more saucy with lords and honourable
personages than the commission of your birth and
virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another
word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [Exit.

Par. Good, very good; it is so then: good, very
good; let it be concealed awhile.

Re-enter Bertram.

Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!

Par. What's the matter, sweet-heart?

Ber. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
I will not bed her.

Par. What, what, sweet-heart?

Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me!
I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.

Par. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!

Ber. There's letters from my mother: what the import
is, I know not yet.

Par. Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my
boy, to the wars!
He wears his honour in a box unseen,
That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home.
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions
France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
Therefore, to the war!

Ber. It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
That which I durst not speak: his present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
To the dark house and the detested wife.

Par. Will this capriccio hold in thee, art sure?

Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.

Par. Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:
A young man married is a man that's marr'd:
Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go:
The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

[Scene iii.] Scene v. Pope.

Laf.] Ol. Laf. Ff (and throughout the scene).

and] yet Anon. apud Halliwell.

persons] person F3 F4. reasons Long MS.

familiar, things] Theobald. familiar things Ff. familiar things, Steevens.

Par.] Ber. S. Walker conj.

latter] later Hanmer.

Ber.] Par. S. Walker conj.

[10, 11] Par. So ... Paracelsus. Laf. Of all ...] Par. So I say. Laf. Both ... Paracelsus, of all ... Johnson conj. Par. So I say. Laf. Both ... Paracelsus. Par. So I say. Laf. Of all ... Edd. conj.

Laf.] Ol. Laf. F1 F3 F4. Ol. Fal. F2.

a—] an— Rowe.

in showing] in shewing F1 F2. in the shewing F3 F4. a showing Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.).

it; ... said the] it, ... said the F4. it, ... said, the F1 F2 F3. it, ... said; the Capell.

dolphin] Dauphin Theobald conj. (withdrawn).

'fore] Capell. fore F1. for F2 F3 F4.

facinerious] Ff. facinorous Steevens.

[31-34] Laf. In a most weak— Par. And ... king, as to be—] Laf. In a most ... king. Par. As to be— Rann (Johnson conj.). Laf. In ... weak— Par. Ay, so I say. Laf. And debile ... king, as to be [after a pause] generally thankful Edd. conj.

give us a further] give us a further Warburton.

alone] F1. only F2 F3 F4.

Scene vi. Pope.

say] F1. said F2 F3 F4

Enter ...] Ff (after line 35).

Lustig] Lustique F1 F2. Lustick F3 F4. Lustigh Capell.

whilst] F1. while F2 F3 F4.

coranto] carranto Ff. corranto Rowe.

Mort du vinaigre] Mor du vinager Ff. Mort du vainqueur Collier.

[Exeunt some attendants. Capell.]

sovereign] sovereign's Collier MS.

[54, 55] mistress Fall,] Rowe. mistress; Fall Ff.

[coming from her Seat, and addressing herself to the Lords. Capell.

marry ... one!] Par. Marry ... one! Tyrwhitt conj.

writ] with Collier MS.

[She addresses her to a Lord. Ff.

[60, 61] Gentlemen ... health] Arranged as in Capell. Printed as prose in Ff; as two lines by Theobald, ending restor'd ... health.

choose; but, be refused,] Rann. choose, but be refused; Ff. chuse; but being refused Hanmer.

[67-69] We blush ... again] Kin. We blush ... again F3 F4.

Let the] Let not F3 F4.

death] dearth Warburton conj.

cheek] cheeks F3 F4.

King.] om. F3 F4.

imperial Love] imperiall loue F1. imperiall Iove F2. impartiall Jove F3. impartial Jove F4. impartial love Warburton.

stream] steam Collier MS.

is mute] are mute Pope.

Laf.] Par. Theobald conj.

Ames-ace] F1 A deaus-ace F2 F3 F4.

threateningly] threatingly F2.

Love F1 F2. Jove F3 F4.

all they] they all Capell conj.

An] Capell. And Ff. If Pope.

[84, 85] to the] to'th Ff.

fairer] fair Rann. ever] F1. ere F2 F3 F4.

[90, 91] have her] haue heere F1. of her Rowe.

[90-92] S. Walker would read as three lines of verse, ending her ... English ... got 'em.

'em] them Capell.

Hel.] F3 F2. La. F1 F2.

[96, 98] Laf. There's ... already] Laf. There's ... yet,— Par. I am sure ... wine.— Laf. But ... already Theobald.

thy] F1. my F2 F3 F4.

[To Bertram] Rowe.

[105, 107] Know'st thou not ... her] Arranged as in Pope; printed as prose in Ff.

has] h'as F1 F2. hath F3 F4.

my wife! Disdain Rather] she my wife! Disdain rather Hanmer.

only title] But title Hanmer. only lack of title S. Walker conj.

Of colour] Alike of colour Capell.

stand] Rowe (ed. 2). stands Ff.

so] F1. of F2 F3 F4. om. Long MS.

the name] a name Collier conj.

place when] Theobald (Thirlby conj). place, whence Ff.

by the] by th' Ff.

additions swell's] F1. addition swell's F2. addition swells F3 F4. additions swell Malone.

honour.] honour, Ff.

[125, 126] Good ... so:] Good a lone, Is good without a name? Vilenesse is so] F1 F2. Good alone, ... name? Vileness is so] F3. Good alone, ... name. Vileness is so] F4. good ... name, in't self is so] Hanmer. good alone Is good; and, with a name, vileness is so] Warburton. good alone Is good, without a name vileness is so] Johnson. Virtue alone Is good without a name; Helen is so] Johnson conj. good alone Is good, without a name; in vileness is so Steevens conj. good alone Is good;—without a name, vileness is so Mason conj.

it is] is is F1.

young] good Warburton. sprung Becket conj.

honour's born] honour-born Hanmer.

thrive] F1. best thrive F2 F3 F4.

word's] F2 F3 F4. words, F1.

grave] grave] Ff.

[137, 138] tomb Of ... indeed.] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). tomb. Of ... indeed, Ff.

defeat,] Ff. defend Theobald. defeat,— Id. conj.

travails] trauailes F1. travailes F2. travells F3. travels F4.

throw] through F2.

care] F1 F2. cares F3 F4.

staggers and the] staggering and Long MS.

the careless] F1. careless F2. the cureless S. Walker conj.

both] om. Theobald.

Loosing] Let loose Hanmer.

Speak: thine] Speak, thine F1 F2 F3. Speak thine F4.

bid it] Ff. bid Rowe.

praised] prised Warburton.

who, so] who's so Long MS.

to] F1. in F2 F3 F4.

this] F1. the F2 F3 F4.

[175-177] whose ... And be] what ... Shall be Johnson conj.

now-born] now born F3 F4. now borne F1 F2. new-born Warburton.

[Exeunt...] Exeunt. Parolles and Lafew stay behind, commenting of this wedding. Ff.

Scene vii. Pope.

thou] F1 F2. if thou F3 F4.

bannerets] F1 F2. banners F3 F4.

if—] Theobald. if, F1 F2. is, F3 F4.

lattice] F3 F4. lettice F1 F2.

for] om. F3 F4.

wiser.] wiser— Theobald.

o' the] Rowe (ed. 2). a' th Ff.

shalt] shall F1.

[222, 223] in the default] on thy defaults Hanmer.

[226, 227] for doing ... leave] Put in the margin as spurious by Hanmer.

past; as I will] past; * * * as I will Warburton, who supposes a line to be lost. past; as I will be Capell conj. past, so I will by thee Staunton conj.

scurvy lord] scabby lord Collier conj.

[238, 239] he ... whom] he my good lord, whom Rowe (ed. 2). he, my good lord, whom Pope.

whom] he whom Capell.

o'] Rowe (ed. 2). a Ff.

methinks't] Dyce (S. Walker conj.). methink'st Ff. methinks Rowe (ed. 2).

[253, 254] commission ... heraldry] Ff. heraldry ... commission Hanmer. condition ... heraldry Collier (Collier MS.).

Scene viii. Pope.]

Re-enter B.] Enter Count Rossillion. Ff (after line 255).

What's] What is F4.

[260, 261] Although ... her] Printed as prose in Ff, as verse first by Rowe (ed. 2).

[265, 266] France ... wars] Printed as verse in Ff, as prose by Pope.

wars!] wars, Bertram! or wars, Rousillon! Anon. conj.

kicky-wicky] kickie wickie F1. kicksie wicksie F2 F3. kicksy wicksy F4. kicksy-winsy Collier conj.

[274, 275] regions France] Pope. regions, France Ff. regions! France Capell.

war] warres F1.

detested] Rowe. detected Ff. See note (xi).

to-morrow] even to-morrow Hanmer. betimes to-morrow Steevens conj.

her bravely; go] her; bravely go Delius.

Scene IV. Paris. The King's Palace.

Enter Helena and Clown.

Hel. My mother greets me kindly: is she well?

Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's
very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be given,
she's very well and wants nothing i' the world; but yet
she is not well.

Hel. If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's
not very well?

Clo. Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.

Hel. What two things?

Clo. One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send
her quickly! the other, that she's in earth, from whence
God send her quickly!

Enter Parolles.

Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady!

Hel. I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine
own good fortunes.

Par. You had my prayers to lead them on; and to
keep them on, have them still. O, my knave, how does
my old lady?

Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I
would she did as you say.

Par. Why, I say nothing.

Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's
tongue shakes out his master's undoing: to say nothing, to
do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be
a great part of your title; which is within a very little of
nothing.

Par. Away! thou'rt a knave.

Clo. You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt
a knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had been
truth, sir.

Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.

Clo. Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you
taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable; and
much fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure
and the increase of laughter.

Par. A good knave, i' faith, and well fed.
Madam, my lord will go away to-night;
A very serious business calls on him.
The great prerogative and rite of love,
Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge;
But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;
Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets,
Which they distil now in the curbed time,
To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.

Hel. What's his will else?

Par. That you will take your instant leave o' the king,
And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
Strengthen'd with what apology you think
May make it probable need.

Hel. What more commands he?

Par. That, having this obtain'd, you presently
Attend his further pleasure.

Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.

Par. I shall report it so.

Hel. I pray you. [Exit Parolles.]
Come, sirrah. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Scene iv.] Scene ix. Pope.

The King's Palace.] Another room in the same. Capell.

[2-5] S. Walker would read as four lines of verse, ending health ... not well ... wants ... well.

but thanks] thanks Hanmer.

she's] F1. she is F2 F3 F4.

in earth] on earth Hanmer.

from whence] whence Rowe (ed. 2).

fortunes] Capell (Heath conj.). fortune Ff.

shakes out] speaks out Warburton. shapes out Anon. conj. shakes to Anon. conj.

thou'rt] Rowe. th' art Ff. Before God thou'rt Anon. conj.

[28, 29] knave ... knave; ... me thou'rt] knave, ... knave, ... me th' art F1 F2. knave, ... knave, ... th' art F3 F4. knave; thou art a knave; and I am before thee that art Hanmer.

thou'rt] Capell. th' art Ff.

find me? The search] Rowe. find me? Clo. The search Ff. find me? Par. Go to, I say: I have found thee: no more; I have found thee, a witty fool. Clo. The search Collier (Collier MS.).

rite] right Capell.

due, time claims] duteous claim or duty's claim Anon. conj.

to] F1 F2. by F3 F4. on Capell.

is] are Hanmer.

curbed] cup of Collier conj.

o'] Rowe. a' Ff.

[Exit Par.] Ff (after so).

you. Come] Theobald. you come Ff.

[Exeunt.] Exit. Ff.

Scene V. Paris. The Kings Palace.

Enter Lafeu and Bertram.

Laf. But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.

Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.

Laf. You have it from his own deliverance.

Ber. And by other warranted testimony.

Laf. Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for
a bunting.

Ber. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in
knowledge, and accordingly valiant.

Laf. I have then sinned against his experience and
transgressed against his valour; and my state that way is
dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent.
Here he comes: I pray you, make us friends; I will pursue
the amity.

Enter Parolles.

Par. These things shall be done, sir. [To Bertram.

Laf. Pray you, sir, who's his tailor?

Par. Sir?

Laf. O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good
workman, a very good tailor.

Ber. Is she gone to the king? [Aside to Parolles.

Par. She is.

Ber. Will she away to-night?

Par. As you'll have her.

Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
Given order for our horses; and to-night,
When I should take possession of the bride,
End ere I do begin.

Laf. A good traveller is something at the latter end of
a dinner; but one that lies three thirds, and uses a known
truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once
heard, and thrice beaten. God save you, captain.

Ber. Is there any unkindness between my lord and
you, monsieur?

Par. I know not how I have deserved to run into my
lord's displeasure.

Laf. You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs
and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and out of
it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your
residence.

Ber. It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.

Laf. And shall do so ever, though I took him at's
prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this of me,
there can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this
man is his clothes. Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence;
I have kept of them tame, and know their natures.
Farewell, monsieur: I have spoken better of you
than you have or will to deserve at my hand; but we must
do good against evil. [Exit.

Par. An idle lord, I swear.

Ber. I think so.

Par. Why, do you not know him?

Ber. Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.

Enter Helena.

Hel. I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,
Spoke with the king, and have procured his leave
For present parting; only he desires
Some private speech with you.

Ber. I shall obey his will.
You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
The ministration and required office
On my particular. Prepared I was not
For such a business; therefore am I found
So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you,
That presently you take your way for home,
And rather muse than ask why I entreat you;
For my respects are better than they seem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than shows itself at the first view
To you that know them not. This to my mother: [Giving a letter.
'Twill be two days ere I shall see you; so,
I leave you to your wisdom.

Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,
But that I am your most obedient servant.

Ber. Come, come, no more of that.

Hel. And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out that
Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
To equal my great fortune.

Ber. Let that go:
My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.

Hel. Pray, sir, your pardon.

Ber. Well, what would you say?

Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is;
But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have?

Hel. Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.
I would not tell you what I would, my lord: faith, yes;
Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.

Ber. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.

Hel. I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.

Ber. Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.

[Exit Helena.

Go thou toward home; where I will never come,
Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum.
Away, and for our flight.

Par. Bravely, coragio! [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

scene v.] scene x. Pope.

The King's Palace.] Another room in the same. Capell.

yet] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[To Bertram.] Capell.

Pray you] I pray you Rowe.

who's] whose F1.

sir, 's] Theobald. sir's F2 F3 F4. sirs F1. sits Pope.

[Aside ...] Rowe.

[23-26] I have ... begin] Printed as prose by Pope.

horses] F1. horse F2 F3 F4.

[25, 26] bride, End ... begin.] Collier (Egerton MS.), bride, And ... begin Ff. bride—And ... begin— Rowe.

one that] Rowe (ed. 2). on that Ff. if on that he Rowe (ed. 1).

heard] hard F1.

you] your F2.

leaped] leapt F1. leapes F2. leaps F3 F4.

custard] See note (xii).

or will] qualities or will Malone conj. wit or will Singer conj.

to] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

hand] F1 F2. hands F3 F4.

[Exit.] Rowe.

so] not so Long MS.

[51, 52] Yes ... clog] As prose in Hanmer.

Scene xi. Pope.

must] must must F2.

ask why I] ask why, I Hanmer.

entreat you] dismiss you S. Walker conj. request it Bailey conj.

[Giving a letter.] Rowe.

[75, 76] Let ... home] Printed as prose in Ff.

[83, 84] I would ... kiss] Arranged as in Ff. As three lines, ending lord ... yes ... kiss. Dyce conj.

my lord] om. Hanmer.

Ber. Where are ... Farewell] Hanmer (Theobald conj.): continued to Helena in Ff.

men, monsieur?] Hanmer (Theobald conj.). men? Monsieur: Ff.

[Exit H.] Hanmer. [Exit. Ff. [Exit Hel. Warburton (after line 86).

[Exeunt] om. Ff.

... attended] Capell. om. Ff.