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Clo, A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a
knave at a man's.

Laf, Your distmction ?

Cio. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do
his service.

L^, So yq§ wore a knave at his service, indeed.

OuK And Iwould give his wife my bauble, sir,
to do her service.

Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both
knave and fool.

Ch, At your service.

Laf, No, no, no.

Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve yon, I can
serve as great a prince as you are.

Laf Who's that/ a Frenchman?

Clo. Faith, sir, a has an English name ; bat his
phisnomyis more hotter in France than there.

Laf, What prince is that?

Clo, 'i he black prince, sir, oZmes the prince of
darkness ; aJias the devil.

Laf, Hold thee, there's my purse : I give thee
not this to suggest thee from thy master thou
talkest of; serve him still.

Clo, I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always
loved a great fire; and the master I speak of ever
keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of
the world ; let his nobility remain in his court. I
am for the house with the narrow gate, which I
take to be too little for pomp to enter : some that
humble themselves may ; but the many will be too
chill and tender, and theyll be for the flowery
way, that leads to the broad gate and the great
fire.

Laf, Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of thee;
and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall
out with thee. Go thy ways ; let my horses be
well looked to, without any tricks.

Clo, If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they
shall be jades' tricks ; which are their own right
by the law of nature. [Exit,

Laf, A shrewd knave, and an unhappy.

Count, So he is. My lord, that's ^one, made
himself much sport out of him : by his authority
he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for
his sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but
runs where he will.



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be^, Hif highness eomes post from Marseilles,
of as able body as when he nombeved thirtj ; he
will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him
that in sach intelligence hath seldom failed.

Cowi, It r^oices me that I hope I shall see him
ere I die. I have letters, that my son will be here
to-night: I shall beseech yoor lordship to remain
with me till they meet together.

Idrf, Madam, I was thinkmg with what manners
I might safely be admitted.

Coimt Yon need bat plead your honourable
priTilege.

Lof, Lady,^pf that I have made a bold charter;
bat, I thank my Qod, it holds yet.



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E^tnUT Clown.

Clo, O. madam, yonder's my lord yoar son with
a patch of velvet on *s face ; whether there be a
scar under it, or no, the velvet knows ; but *tis a
goodly patch of velvet : his left cheek is a cheek of
two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare.

Laf, A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good
livery of honour; so, belike, is that.

Oto, But it is your oarbonadoed face

Laf, Let us go see your son, I pray you ; I long
to talk with the young noble soldier.

QU. Taith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate
fine hats, and most courteous feathera, which bow
the head, and nod at every man. [Exeimt



ACT V.



SCENE L— Marseilles. A Slnet.

Snier KRiXEAf Widow, etnd Duha, with two
Attendants.

EeL Bat this exceeding posting, day and
night.
Host wear your spirits low : we cannot help it ;
But smce you have made the days and ni^iits

as one.
To wear your gentle limbs in my affitirs,
Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,
As nothing can unroot you. In happy tune 9—



Enter a gentle Astringer.

This man may help me to his majesty's €
If he would spend his power.— Goa sa



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I ear,
save you
sir.

Aet, And yon.

BeL Sir, I have
France.

Aet. I have been sometimes there.

Bd. I do presume, sir, that you are not fidlen
From the report that goes upon your goodness ;
And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of prour own virtues, tor the which
I shall eontmne thankftil.

Att. What^ year will?

BeL That it will please you
To give this poor petition to the king ;
And aid me with tnat store of power yoa have.
To eome into his presence.

Ast, The king's not here.

BeL Not here, sir?

AmL Not indeed:

He henoe remor'd last night, and with more haste
Than is his use.

Wid. Lord, how we lose oar pains I

Bel Airs well that ends well, yet ;
Though time seems so adverse, and means unfit. —
X do beseech you, whither has he gone?

Ast. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon ;
Whither I am going.

Bel. I do beseech vou, sir,

Since yoa are like to see the king before me,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand :
Which, I presume, shall render you no blame,
But rather make you thank your pains for it:
I will come after you, with what good speed
Our means will make us means.

Att. This 111 defer you.

BeL And you shall find yourself to be well

thank'd,

Whate er fidls more.— We must to horse aratin ;—

Go, go, provide. l&Deunt.



SCENE XL— Ronsfllon. The mner Oomi 0/ the
Countess^ Palace,

Enter Clown and Pabolles.

Fear. Good Monsieur Lavatoh, ^ve my liord
lAfeu this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better
known to you, when I have held familiarity with
frej^her clothes ; but I am now, sir, muddied in
fortune's mood, and smell somewhat strong of her
strong displeasure.

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish,
if it smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will
henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.
Prithee allow the wind.

Fiir. Nay, you need not to stop your noee, air;
X spake but by a metaphor.

(Jlo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will
stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor.
Pnthee get thee fhrtber.

Far. Pray yon, sir, deliver me tl-is paper.

Clo. Fob, prithee stand away : A paper from
fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman t
Iiook, here he oomes himself.

Enter Lafeu.

Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's oat
(but not a musk-cat], that has iiillen iuto the unclean
fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is
muddied withal : Pray you, sir, use the carp as you
may ; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious,
toolbh, rasoJly knave. I do pity his dbtress in
my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your
lordship. [ExU.

Far. My lord, I am a man whom fortone hath
oruelly scratched.

Lcf. And what would you have me to do ? tis
too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you
pUyed the knave with fortune, that she should
scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and
would not have knaves thrive long under her?
There'to a quart d'ecu for you : Let tlie justices make
you and fortune friends; I am for other business.

Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one
sinffle word.

La/. Ton beg a single penny more : oome, you
shall hat ; save your word.

Far. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.

La/. Tou beg more tlian one word then. — Cox'my
passion I give me your hand : How does your drum?

Far. O my good lord, you were the first that
found me.

Lqf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that
lost thee.

Far. It lies in vou, my lord, to bring me in some
grace, for you dia bring me out ^ ->' ■

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L(rf, Oat upon thoe, knave I dost thoa pnt apon
me at once both the office of God and the devil ?
one brin:^ thee in grace, and the other brin^ thee
out. [7Vufnpe<« 9owi\d!\ The king's coming, I
know Dj his tmmpets.— Sirrah, inquire further
after roe; I had talk of you last night: though
yon are a fool and a knave, yon shall eat ; go to,
follow.

Par. I praise (}od for yon. [EueunL

BCENB IIL^T^ mme, A Boom in (^
Countess^ Palace,

Fhmiik, Enter Knro, Courtbss, Lafbu, Lords,
Gentlemen, Guards, &c.

Kmg. We lost a jewel of her ; and onr esteem
Was made much poorer by it : but vonr son.
As mad in folly, lacked the sense to know
Her estimation home.

Count, Tis past, my liege:

And I beseech your majesty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i* the bla7.o of youth ;
When oil and Are, too strong for reason's force,
Overbears it, and bums on.

King. lij honoured lady,

I have forgiven and forgotten all ;
Though my revenges were high bent npon him,
And watdi^ tlie tune to shoot.

Laf, This I must say,-—

But first I bcj^ my pardon,— Tlie youn^ lord
Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady.
Offence of mighty note; bat to himself
The greatest wrong ef all : he lost a wife
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes ; whose words all ear.^ took captive ;
Whose dear perfection hearts that soom'd to serve
Humbly call d mistress.

King. Praising what is lost.

Makes the remembrance dear.— Well, call him

hither ;—
We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
All repetition : — Let him not ask onr pardon ;
The nature of his great oiTence is dcaa,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury
The incensing relics of it; let him approach,
A stranger, no ofibnder ; and inform him
So tis our will he should.

Oent, I shall, my liege. [Exit

King, What says he to your daughter? have
vou spoke?

Lqfi AU that ne is hath reference to your h!r>inpss.

Ktng, Then shall we have a match. I have
letters sent me
That set him high in fkme.

Snter BKtTRku,

Laf, Helookswellont

Kmg. I am not a day of season.



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Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue*
Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
Which warpM the line of every other favomr;
Scom*d a fair colour, or expressed it stol^ ;
Extended or contracted all proportions.
To a most hideous object : Thence it came,
That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myseli
Since I have lost have lov'd, was in mine eye
The dust that did offend it.

King. Well ezcns'd :

That Uioa didst love her strikes 9ome scores away
From the great compt: But love that comes too late,
Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried.
To the great sender turns a sour offisnce,
Crying, That's good that's gone : our rash (knits
Make trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them, until we know their grave :
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
Destroy onr friends, and after weep their dost:
Our own love waking cries to see what% done.
While shamefnl hate slee})S out the afternoon.
Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.
Rend forth your amorous token for fiur Maudlin :
The main consents are had ; and here well stay
To see our widower's second marriago-day.
Count. Which better than die first, O dear
heaven bless !
Or, ere they meet, in me, nature, cease.

Laf. Come on, my non, in whom my housed name
Mast be digested, give a fiivour from you,
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
Tliat she may quickly come.— By my old beard,
And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead.
Was a sweet creature ; such a ring as this,
The last that ere T to9k her leave at oonrt,
I saw upon her finger.
Ber. Hers it was not.

King. Now, pray you, let me see it ; for mine eje.
While I was speaking, oft was fasten 'd to it. —
Thb ring was mine ; and, when I gave it Helen,
I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
Necessitied to help, that by this token
I would relieve ner: Had you that oraft, to

reave her.
Of what should stead her most?

Ber. My gracious sovereign,

However it pleases you to take it so.
The ring was never hers.

Count. Son, on my life,

I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it
At her life's rate.
L^f. I am sure I saw her wear it.

Ber. Ton are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it :
Tn Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
Wrapp^ in a paper, which contain'd the name
C>r her that threw it : noble she was, and thought
I »tood engag'd : but when I had subscrib'd



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Where you haye never oouie), or sent it ns
Upon lier greet diaaster.

Ber. She never saw it.

Kwa, Thoa speak'tt it fUseiy, as I love mine
honour,
And mak*8t oonjeotural fears to come into me.
Which I woaM ftin shat out : If it should prove
ITiat thou art so inhuman,— twill not prove so;—
And jet I know not :— thou didst hate her deadly.
And she is dead : which nothing, but to dose
Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
More than to see this ring.— Take him away.—

TQuards taste, Bebtbam.
My fore-past proofSi, howe er the matter fall,
Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
Having vainly fear'd too little.— Away with hun;
Well silt this matter further.

Ber. If you shall prove

This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Where yet she never was.

\EaBii Bbbtrax, gjordecL

JBnier the Astringer.

Smg., I am wn^'d in dismal thinkings.

AtL Qracious sovereign,

Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not;
Here's a petition from a Florentine,
Who hath, for four or five removes, come short
To tender it herself. I undertook it.
Vanquished thereto by the fair grace and speech
Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know,
Is here attending: her business looks in her
With an importmg visa^ ; and she told me,
In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
Yonr highness with herself.

King. [Beath.]

**17pon his manj protMtatloiw to manr me. when Us
wif« WM dead, I bliuh to aajr it, be won mo. Now is the
(Xrant RoQsUlon a widower ; his vo a» are f orfi^ited to me,
and my hononr's paid to him. Ho stole from Floreuce,
takiug no leare, and I follow him to bis country fur
Justice : Gnunt it me. O kiiiff ; in yon it best lies ; other-
wise a leduoer flourlshM, and a poor maid is undone.

••Diana Oapulse.**

Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fiur, and
toll tor this: 111 none of him. [I^feu,

Km^. The heavens have thought well on tUec,
To bnng forth this discovery. — Seek these suitors:
Go speedily, and bring again the count.

[Exeunt the Astringer ami aome Attendants.
I am afeard the life of Helen, lady,
Was foully snatched.

OomU* Now, justice on the doen I

Snttt BEWtVAU^ guarded.

King, I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to
you.
And that vou fly them as you swear them lordship,
Yet you desire to marry. — What woman's that ?

M&€ntar the Astringer, with Widow and Diana.

Dia, I am, mj lord, a wretched Florentine,
Derived from the ancient Capulet ;
My suit, as I do understand, you know,
Aud therefore know how far I may be pitied.

Wtd, I am her mother, sir, whose age and
honour
Both mxthr under this complaint we bring.
And both shall cease, without your remedy.

King, Come hither, count: Do you know these
women?

Ber, My lord, I neither can nor will deny
Bui that I know them : Do they charge me further?



Dia, Why do youlookaostrange upon your wife?
Ber, She s none of mine my lord.
JXa. If you shall marry.

You give away this hand, and that is mine ;
You give away Heaven Vi vows, and those are mine;
You, give away myself, which is known mine ;
For I by vow am so embodied yours,
That she that marries you must marry me,
Either both or none.

Lc^f. Your reputation [toBERTBAM] comes too

short for my daughter ; you are no husband for

her. [creature,

Ber, My lord, this is a fbnd and desperate

Whom sometime I have Uugh*d with: let your

liighness
Lay a more noble thought npon mine honour,
Tlian for to think that I would sink it here.
King. Sir, for luy thoughts, you have them ill
to friend, [honour,

Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your
Than in my thought it lies I

Dia. Good my lord,

Ask him npon liis oath, if he does thmk
He had not my virgmity.
King, What say'st thou to her?
Ber. She's impudent, my lord ;

And was a common gamester to the camp.

Dia, He does me wrong, my lord ; if 1 were so
He might have bought me at a common price:
Do not believe him : O, behold this ring.
Whose high respect and rich validity.
Did lack a parallel ; yet, for all that,
He gave it to a coihmoner o* the camp,
If I be one.

Count. He blushes, and *ki8 it :
Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
Conferr'd by tesUment to the sequent issue.
Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife;
That ring's a thousand proofis.

King. Methought you said,

You saw one here in court could witness it

Dia. 1 did, my lord, but loth am to produce
So bad an instrument ; his name^ Parolles.
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
King, Find him, and bring him hither.
Ber, What of hun?

He's quoted for a most perfidious sUve,
With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd ;
Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth:
Am I or that, or this, for what hell utter.
That will speak anything?
King. She has that rine of yours.

Ber. I think she has: certain it is I lik'd her.
And boarded her I* the wanton way of youth*
She knew her distance, and did angle for me,
Madding my eagerness with her restraint.
As all impediments in fancy's course
Are motives of more fancy ; and, in fine,
Her insuit coming vrith her modern grace.
Subdued me to her rate : she got the ring
And I had that which any inferior might
At market-price have bought

Dia. I must be patient ;

You, that have tnm*d off a first so noble wife,
May justly diet me. I pray vou yet
(Since you lack virtue I will lose a husban^,
Send for your ring, I will return it home,
And give me mine again.
Ber. I have it not

Kmg. Wliat ring was yours, I pray you?
Dia. Sir, much like the same upon your finger.
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Dia. And this was it I gave mm, being ft>bed.

King, The stoiy theo goes false, you tbrsw it him
Out of a casement.

Dia, I have spoke the truth.

Enter Parolles.

Bar. My lord, I do confess the ring waa here.

King. You boggle shrewdl/, every feather starts
you.—
(s this the man you speak of?

Di(u Ay, my lord, [you.

King, Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge
Not fearing the displeasure of your master
fWhich on your just proceeding, 111 keep off).
By him, and by this woman here, what know you ?

For. So please your majesty, my master hath
been an^ honourable gentleman; tricks he hath
had in him which genUemen have.

JTiin^. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love
this womsA?

Ftir, *Falth, sir, he did love her: But how?

King, How, 1 pray yon?

Far, He did love her, sir, as a gentleman love^
a woman.

King. How is that?

Pear, He loved her, sir, and loved her not

King» As thou art a kiiave, and no knave ^—
What an equivocal oompanion is tliis!

Par. £ am a poor man, and at your migesty's
command.

Laf, He^ a good drum, my lord, but a naughty
orator.

Dia, Do you know he promised me marriage?

Fat, 'Faith, I know more than 111 speak.

Kmg, But wilt Uiou not speak all thouknow'st?

Par, Yes, so please your majesty; I did go
between them, as I said ; but more than that, be
loved her,— for, indeed, he was matl for her, and
talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I
know not what : yet 1 was in that credit with them
at that time, that 1 knew of their going to bed;
and of other motions, as promising her marriage,
and things whicli would derive me ill will to speak
of, therefore 1 will not speak what I know.

King, Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou
eanst say they are married: But thou art too fine
in thy evideace ; therefore stand aside. — This ring,
you say, was yours?

Dia. Av, my good lord.

King, W here did ^ou buy it? or who gave it you?

Dia, It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.

King, Who lent it you ?

Dia, It was not lent we neither.

Kipg, Where did you find it then?

Dia. I found it not.

King, If it were yours by none of all these ways.
How could you give it him?

Dia, I never gave it him.

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Kwg. I think thee now some common customer.

Dia, By Jove, if ever I knew man, twa5 yoo.

King, Wherefore hast thou accused him all ttiis
while?

Dia, Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty
He knows I am no maid, and hell swear to't:
I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not.
Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life :
I am either maid, or else this old roan's wife.

[Pointing to Lafbu.

King. She does abuse omr ears; to prison
with her.

Dia, Good mother, fetch my bail.— Stay royal
sir; [.EctV Widow.

The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for.
And he shall surety me. But for this lord.
Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
He knows himself my bed he hath defil'd;
And at that time he got his wife with child :
Dead though she be, she feels her voung one kick.
So there's my riddle,— One that's doid is quick;
And now behold the meaning.

Ke^ntcr Widow, with Helbha.

King, Is there no ezoroise

Beguiles the truer office of mhie eyes?
Is'treal that I see?

Bd, No, my good lord ;

'TIS but the shadow of a wife you see,
The name, and not the tiling.

Der, Both, both ; O, pardon I

Bel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid,
I found you wond'rons kind. There is your ring,
And, look yon, here^ your letter : This it says,
" When from my finger you can get this ring.
And are by me with cliild," &c— This is done:
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?

Bar, If she, my liege, can make me know this
clearly,
111 love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.

HeJ, If it appear not plain, and prove untrue.
Deadly divorce step between me and you! —
O, my dear mother, do I see you living?

L(U. Mine eyessmell onions, I shall weep anon: —
Good Tom Drum [to Paeolles] lend me a hand-
kerchief : So, I thank thee ; wait on me home, 111
make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies lUone,
thev are scurvy ones.

King, Let us from point to point this story know,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow :^
If thou be%t yet a fresh uucropped flower,

[To DlAHA.

Choose thou thy husband, and 111 pay thy dower,
For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,
Thou kept^t a wife herself, thyself a maid.->
Of tliat and all the progress, more and less.
Resolvedly more leisure shall express :



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DRAMATIS PERSON jE,



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J, Mm to LsoBtos.

CAMILLO, a BidlUn lord.

A HTIQ0NU8. a SidUan lord.

OLBOVElfES, a SlclUui lord. DION, a Blefflaii lord.

A Bidliaa Lord. ROOERO. » BldUan gentleman.

An attoadant on tlio young Prince ICiunUllni.

Offlcenof a Court of Judicature.

POLIZENEB. King of Bohemia.

FLORIZEL, ■«! to Polizenei.

AllCHIBAUtB. a Bohemian lord.

AKaiiner. Gaoler.



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BOBIfS.-aon«t!mM la BleOU ; ■ometimee bi BolMnla.



ACT I.



SCENE L^Bicilia. An Antechamhtr in
Leontes* Palace.

Enter Camillo and ARCHiDAinJB.

Arctu If 70a shall chance, Camillo, to visit
Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services
are now on foot, 70U shall sec, as 1 have said,
^reat difference betMrixt our Bohemia and your
Sicilia.

Cam. I think, this comine sammer, the King
of bidlia means to pa^ Bohemia the visitation
which he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein onr entertainment shall shame
08 we will be justified in our loves ; for, indeed, —

Cam, 'Beseech you, —

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my
knowledge : we cannot with such magnificence —
in so rare— I know not what to say. — We will

Cyou sleepy drinks^ that your senses, unintel-
t of oar insufficience, may, though they
cannot praise ns, as little accuse us.

Cam, You pay a great deal too dear for what's
given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding
instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to
utterance.

(Uan. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to
Bohemia. Tliey were trained together in their
childhoods ; and there rooted betwixt them then
such an affection which cannot choose but branch
now. Since their more mature dignities, and
royal necessities, made separation of their society,
their encomiters, though not personal, have been
royally attomeyed, with interchange of gifts,
letters, loving embassies ; that they have seemed
to be together, though absent ; shook hands, as
over a vast ; and embraced, as it were, from the
ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue
thvir lovesl

Arch. I think there is not in the world either
malice or matter to alter it. You have an
nnspeakable comfort of your young Prince
Mamillius; it is a gentleman ot the greatest
promise that ever oamo into my note.



Cam. I very well agree with yon in the hopeR
of him : It is a gaiUant child ; one that, indeed,
physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh ; they
that went on crutches ere he was bom, desire yet
their life to see him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die .

(7am. Yes ; if there were no other excuse why
they should desire to live.

Arch, If the king had no son they would desire



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