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THE LIBRARY

OF

THE UNIVERSITY
OF CALIFORNIA

LOS ANGELES



The

WORKS

of
SHAKESPEARE,

Volume the fourth :

containing,

All's well, that ends well j
Twelfth-night, or, JVhat you will;
The Winter's Tale ;
Macbeth.



LONDON:

Printed for J. and R. TONSON in the Strantb



FR



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A L L*S WE L L,

that

ENDS WELL,



Perfons represented.

King of France.

Duke of Florence.

Bertram, Count of Rofillion.

Lafeu, a humourous old Lord.

Parolles, Follower of Bertram.

Lords, two, 1 Frenchmen ; Volunteers in

Gentlemen, two, J the Duke of Florence' j Service,

two Florentine Soldiers.

Lords of the French Court, fix:

Gentlemen of the fame, two.

Lavatch, a Clown ; 7 Domejlicks of .

Page, Steward, Servant, j Count Bertram,

Countefs, Mother to Bertram :
Helena, her Gentlewoman.
an old Widow of Florence :
Diana, Daughter 1
Mariana, Neighbour j

Lords, and other Attendants, Guards, Officers,
Soldiers, &c. French and Florentine.

Scene, difperfd', at Rofillion, Paris,
Florence, and Marfeilles.



ALL'S WELL, THAT ENDS WELL.



ACT I.

SCENE I. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Palace..
Enter BERTRAM, Countefs, HELENA, </LAFEU.

Cou. In delivering my fon from me, I bury a fecond
husband. [to Lafeu, presenting her Son.

BER. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my fa-
ther's death anew : but I muft attend his majefty's com-
mand ; to whom I am now in ward, evermore in
fubjeclion.

LAT. You mall find of the king a husband, madam ;_
you, fir, a father: He, that fo generally is at all times
good, muft of neceffity hold his virtue to you ; whose
worthinefs would ftirit up where it wanted, rather than
flack it where there is fuch abundance.

Cou. What hope is there of his majefty's amendment ?

LAF. He hath abandon'd his physicians, madam:
under whose praflifes he hath perfecuted time with
hope ; and finds no other advantage in. the procefs, but
only the losing of hope by time,

" then lack

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4 AlVi well, that ends well.

Cou, This young gentlewoman [flowing Helena.]
had a father, (O, that bad! how fad a paffage 'tis!)
whose {kill was almoft as great as his honefty ; had it
flretch'd fo far, would have made nature immortal, and
death mould have play for lack of work. 'Would, for
the king's fake, he were living ! I think, it would be
the death of the king's disease.

LAY. How call'd you the man you fpeak of, madam ?

Cou. He was famous, fir, in his profeffion, and it
was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon.

LAF. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the king
very lately fpoke of him, admiringly, and mourningly:
he was fkilful enough to have liv'd ftill, if knowledge
could be fet up againft mortality.

BEH. What is it, my good lord, the king languifhes
of?

LAF . , A fiftula, my lord.

EX . I heard not of it before.

LAF . I would it were not notorious Was this gen-
tlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ?

Cou. His fole child, my lord ; and bequeathed to my
o'er-looking. I have those hopes of her good, that her
education promises: her difpositions (he inherits, which
makes fair gifts fairer : for where an unclean mind car-
ries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with
pity, they are virtues and traitors too ; in her they are
the better for her fimplenefs ; me derives her honefty,
and atchieves her goodnefs.

LAF. Your commendations, madam, get from her
tears.

Cou. 'Tis the beft brine a maiden can feason her
praise in. The remembrance of her father never ap-

* 7 for their fim-



, that ends v.^f/. r

proaches her heart, but the tyranny of her forrows takes
all livelihood from her cheek. _No more of this, Helena,
go to, no more ; leit it be rather thought you affeft a
forrow, than have it.

HEL. I do affeft a forrow, indeed, but I have it too.

LAF . Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
exceflive grief the enemy to the living.

Cou. If the living be not enemy to the grief, the
excefs makes it foon mortal.

ER. Madam, I desire your holy wifhes.

LAF. How underftand we that ?

Cou. Be thou bleft, Bertram ! and fucceed thy father
In manners, as in (hape ! thy blood, and virtue,
Contend for empire in thee ; and thy goodnefs
Share with thy birth-right! Love all, truft a few,
Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy
Rather in power, than ufe; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence,
But never tax'd for fpeech. What heaven more will,
That thee may furnim, and my prayers pluck down,
Fall on thy head! Farewel My lord tafcu,
' Tis an unfeason'd courtier, good my lord,
Advise him gou

LAP. He cannot want the beft,
That mail attend his love.

Cou. Heaven blefs him ! Farewel, Bertram. [Exit.

EK. The beft vvilhes, that can be forg'd in your
thoughts, [tq Helena.] be fervants to you! Be com-
fortable to my mother, your miibefs, and make much
of her.

LAF . Farewel, pretty lady: You mufthold the credit
of your father. \Exeunt BERTRAM, and LAFEU.

4 then to have



6 AW* well, that ends 'well.

HE i. O, were that all ! I think not on my father;
And these great tears grace his remembrance more,
Than those I fhed for him. What was he like ?
I have forgot him : my imagination
Carries no favour in it, but of Bertram.
I am undone ; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. It were all one,
That I mould love a bright particular ftar,
And think to wed it, he is fo above me :
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Muft I be comforted, not in his fphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itfelf :
The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
Muft dye for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague,
To fee him every hour ; to fit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table ; heart, too capable
Of every line and trick of his fweet favour :
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Muft fan&ify his relicks. Who comes here ?

Enter PAROLLES.

One that goes with him : I love him for his fake ;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, folely a coward ;
Yet these fixt evils fit fo fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's fteely bones
Looks bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft we fee
Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly.

PAR. Save you, fair queen.

HEL. And you, monarch.

PAR. No.

HEL. And no,

5 Bertram.



All's well, that ends well. j

PAR. Are you meditating on virginity ?

HEL. Ay. You have fome ftain of foldier in you ;
let me afk you a queftion : Man is enemy to virginity ;
how may we barricado it againft him ?

PAR. Keep him out,

HEL. But he aflails; and our virginity, though va-
liant, in the defence yet is weak : unfold to us fome
warlike resiftance.

PAR. There is none; man, fetting down before you,
will undermine you, and blow you up.

HEL. Blefs our poor virginity from underminers, and
blowers up ! Is there no military policy, how virgins
might blow up men ?

PAR. Virginity being blown down, man will quick-
lier be blown up : marry, in blowing him down again,
with the breach yourfelves made, you lose your city.
It is not politick in the common-wealth of nature, to
preserve virginity. Lofs of virginity is rational increafe;
and there was never virgin got, 'till virginity was firft
loft. That, you were made of, is metal to make v ; -gins.
Virginity, by being once loft, may be ten times found ;
by being ever kept, it is ever loft : 'tis too cold a com-
panion ; away with't.

HEL. I will ftand for't a little, though therefore I dye
a virgin.

PAR. There's little can be faid in't ; 'tis againft
the rule of nature. To fpeak on the part of virginity,
is to accuse your mothers ; which is moft infallible
difobedience. He, that hangs himfelf, is a virgin : vir-
ginity murders itfelf; and mould be bury'd in high-
ways, out of all fanclify'd limit, as a defperate offendrefs
againft nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like 4



8 Al?! well, llat fifs zveff.

cheese ; confhmes itfelf to the very paring, and fo die^
with feeding it's own ftomack. Belides, virginity is
peevifh, proud, idle, made of felf-love, which is the
jnoft inhibited fin in the canon : Keep it not ; you
cannot choose but lose by't : Out with't : within ten
years it will make itfelf ten, which is a goodly in-
creafe; and the principal itfelf not much the worfe :
Away with't.

HEL. How might one do, fir r to lose it to her own
liking ?

PAR. Let me fee : Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er
it likes. 3 Tis a commodity will lose the glofs with ly-
ing ; the longer kept, the lefs worth : off with't, while
'tis vendible : anfwer the time of requeft. Virginity,
like an old courtier, wears her cap out of faihion ;
richly futed, but unfuteable : juft like the brooch, and
the tooth-pick, which wear not now. Your date is
better in your pye, and your porridge, than in your
cheek : And your virginity, your old virginity, is like
one of our French wither'd pears ; it looks ill, it eats
drily ; marry, 'tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly
better ; marry, yet 'tis a wither'd pear : Will you any
thing with it ?

HE i. Not my virginity yet. Ipou'tC for fj>e court :
There fhall your matter have a thousand loves,
A mother, and a miftrefs, and a friend,
A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
A guide, a goddefs, and a fovereign,
A counfellor, a traitrefs, and a dear ;
His humble ambition, proud humility,
His jarring concord, and his difcord dulcet,
His faith, his fweet disafter ; with a world

6 itfclfe two, * 7 which were not



AITs iveff, that ends <welL g

Of pretty, fond, adoptious chriftendoms,
That blinking Cw^Vgoffips. Now fliall he-*
I know not what he fhall : God fend him well !
The court's a learning place ; and he is one~~

PAR, What one, i'faith?

HEL. That I wifh well. 'Tis pity,

PAS., What's pity ?

HEL , That wifliing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt : that we, the poorer born,
Whose bafer ftars do fhut us up in wiihes,
Might with effe&s of them follow our friends,
And (hew what we alone mufl think ; which never
Returns us thanks.

Ext ef a Page.

Pag, Monfieur Parclles^ my lord calls for you.

PAR . Little Helen, farewel : if I can remember tiee,
I will think of thee at court.

HEL . Mocfieur Par tiles, you were born under a cha-
ritable ftar.

PAK. Under Mar; I.

HEL. I efpecially think, under Mars.

PAR. Why under Mars?

HEL . The wars have fo kept you under, that you mult
needs be born under Mars.

PAR. When he was predominant.

HEL. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.

PAR. Why think you fo r

HEL. You go fo much backward, when you fight.

PAR. That's for advantage.

HEL. So is running away, when fear proposes the
fafety : But the composition, that your valour and fear
tnakes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like

*s hath fo



1 o All*s 'well, that ends ive/L

the wear well.

PAR. I am fo full of businefies, I cannot anfwer thee
acutely : I will return perfeft courtier; in the which,
my inftruftion {hall ferve to naturalize thee, fo thou
wilt be capable of a courtier's counfel, and underftand
what advice (hall thruft upon thee ; elfe thou dyeft in
thine unthankfulnefs, and thine ignorance makes thee
away; farewel: When thou haft leisure, fay thy prayers;
when thou haft none, remember thy friends : get thee
a good husband, and use him as he uses thee : fo
farewel. [Exeunt PA ROLL ES, and Page.

HEL. Our remedies oft in ourfelves do lye,
Which we afcribe to heaven : the fated fky
Gives us free fcope; only, doth backward pull
Our flow defigns, when we ourfelves are dull.
What power is it, which mounts my love fo high ;
Which makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye ?
The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings
To join like likes, and kifs like native things.
Impoflible be ftrange attempts, to those
That weigh their pains in fenfe ; and do fuppose,
What hath been cannot be : Who ever ftrove
To fhew her merit, that did mifs her love ?
The king's disease my projeft may deceive me,
But my intents are fixt, and will not leave me. [Exit.

SCENE II. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace.
Enter the King of France, 'with Letters ;

Lords, and divers other, attending.
Kin. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ;
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.



:



AWs well, that ends weft, 1 1

i. L. So 'tis reported, fir.

Kin. Nay, 'tis moft credible ; we here ~f receive it
A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Auflria,
With caution, that the Florentine will move us
For fpeedy aid ; wherein our deareft friend
Prejudicates the businefs, and would feem
To have us make denial.

1. L. His love, and wisdom,
Approv'd fo to your majefty, may plead
For ampleft credence.

Kin. He hath arm'd our anfwer,
And Florence is deny'd before he comes :
Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to fee
The Tufcan fervice, freely have they leave
To ftand on either part.

2. L. It well may ferve

A nurfery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing, and exploit.

Kin. What's he comes here ?

Enter BERTRAM, owV^Lafeu, Parolles,
and Others.

i. L. It is the count Rofillion, my good lord,
Young Bertram.

Kin. Youth, thou bear'ft thy father's face ;
Frank nature, rather curious than in hafte,
Hath well compos'd thee ; Thy father's moral parts
May'ft thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris.

F.R. My thanks, and duty, are your majefty's.

Kin. I would I had that corporal foundnefs now,
As when thy father, and myfelf, in friendmip,
Firft try'd our foldierfhip ! He did look far
Into the fervice of the time, and was



12 All's well, that ends well,

Difcipl'd of the braveft : he lafted long ;

But on us both did haggifh age fteal on,

And wore us out of aft. It much repairs me,

To talk of your good father : In his youth

He had the wit, which I can well observe

To-day in our young lords ; but they may jeft,

'Till their own fcorn return to them unnoted,

Ere they can hide their levity in honour,

So like a courtier : no contempt nor bitternefs

Were in him, pride or fharpnefs ; if they were,

His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour,

Clock to itfelf, knew the true minute when

Exception bid him fpeak, and, at this time,

His tongue obey'd it's hand : who were below him,

He us'd as creatures of another place ;

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,

Making them proud of his humility,

In their poor praise he humbl'd : Such a man

Might be a copy to these younger times ;

Which, follow'd well, would demonftrate them now

But goers backward.

BER. His good remembrance, fir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb ;
So his approof lives not in epitaph,
As in your royal fpeech.

Kin. 'Would I were with him ! He would always fay,
(Methinks, I hear him now ; his plaufive words
He fcatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
To grow there, and to bear) Let me not live,
Thus his good melancholy oft began,
On the cataftrophe and heel of paftime,
When it was out, let me not live, quoth he,

10 in his pride, * + obey'd his hand.
** in approofe lives not his 30 This



All's nuell, that ends ivell.



After my fame lacks oil, to be the fnuff

Of younger fpirits ; 'whose appreke n/i<ve fenfes

jill but new things difdain ; - whose judgments are

Meer fathers of their garments ; 'whose conftancies

Expire before their fajhions : This he wiih'd ;

I, after him, do after him wifh too,

Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring 1 home,

J quickly were dissolved from my hive,

To give fome labourer room.

2. L. You are lov'd, fir;
They, that lead lend it you, fhall lack you firft.

Kin. I fill a place, I know't. _ How long is't, count,
Since the physician at your father's dy'd ?
He was much fam'd.

HER. Some fix months fince, my lord.

Kin. If he were living, I would try him yet ; .

Lend me an arm ; the reft have worn me out

With feveral applications : nature and ficknefs
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count ;
My fon's no dearer.

BER. Thank your majefty. [Exeunt.

SCE NE III. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Pa/ace.
Enter Countefs, and Steward ; Clown behind.

Con. I will now hear what you fay of this gentle-
woman.

Sie. Madam, the care I have had to even your con-
tent, I wifli might be found in the calendar of my paft
endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty, and make
foul the clearnefs of our deservings, when of ourfelves
we publim them.

Cou. What does this knave here ? Get you gone, firrah :

9 Labourers *5 fay you

VOL. JV. B



14 dlPt 'well, that ends well.

The complaints, I have heard of you, I do not all
believe ; 'tis my flownefs, that I do not : for, I know,
you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability
enough to make fuch knaveries yours.

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, that I am a
poor fellow :

Ceu. Well, fir.

Clo. No, madam, 'tis not fo well, that I am poor;
though many of the rich are damn'd : But if I may
have your Jady (hip's good will to go to the world, libel
the woman and I will do as we may.

Cou. Wilt thou needs be a beggar ?

Clo. I do beg your good will in this cafe.

Cou. In what cafe ?

Clo. In /j/W's cafe, and mine own. Service is no
heritage : and, I think, I Ihall never have the blefling
of God, 'till I have ifTue o' my body ; for, they fay,
beams are bleflings.

Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.

Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it : I am driven
on by the flem ; and he muft needs go, that the devil
drives.

Cou. Is this all your worfhip's reason ?

Clo. 'Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, fuch
as they are.

Cou. May the world know them ?

Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you
and all flefti and blood are ; and, indeed, I do marry,
that I may repent.

Cou. Thy marriage, fooner than thy wickednefs.

Clo. I am out o' friends, madam ; and I hope to have
friends for my wife's fake.



All's well, that ends well. 15

Cou. Such friends are thine enemies, knave.
Clo. You're fhallow, madam ; e'en great friends ;
for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am
aweary of. He, that eares my land, fpares my team,
and gives me leave to inn the crop : if I be his cuckold,
he's my drudge : He, that comforts my wife, is the
cheriflier of my flefh and blood ; he, that cherilhes my
flefh and blood, loves my flefh and blood; he, that loves
my flelh and blood, is my friend : erg o, he, that kifles
my wife, is my friend : If men could be contented to
be what they are, there were no fear in marriage ; for
young Cbarbon the puritan, and old Poyfam the papift,
howfom'ere their hearts are fever'd in religion, their
heads are both one, they may jowl horns together like
any deer i' the herd.

Cou. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and calum-
nious knave ?

Clo. A prophet I, madam ; and I fpeak the truth the
next way :

For I the ballad will repeat,

which men full true mall find ;
Your marriage comes by deftiny,

your cuckoo fings by kind.

Cou. Get you gone, fir; I'll talk with you more anon.
Sfe. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen
come to you ; of her I am to fpeak.

Cou. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would fpeak
<vith her ; Helen I mean.

Clo. Wai this fair face the cause, quoth Jhe, \_fingi n g-

why the Grecians facked Troy ?
Fond done, fond done! for UDari/3, e,
ivas this king Priam'/ joy.

* Madam in great * * done, fond

B 2



1 6 AW 3 we!/, that ends well.



With that jheftghed ,
With that, Sec.

and ga<ve thisjentence then'.
Among nine bad if one be goody
Among, &c.

there's yet one good in ten.

Cou. What, one good in ten ? you corrupt the fong,
firrah.

Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which is a
purifying o' the fong : 'Would God would ferve the
world fo all the year ! we'd find no fault with the
tythe woman, if I were the parfon : One in ten, quoth
a' ! an we might have a good woman born but or every
blazing ftar, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the
lottery well ; a man may draw his heart out, ere he
pluck one*

Cou. You'll be gone, fir knave, and do as I command
you ?

Clo. That man mould be at a woman's command,
and yet no hurt done ! Though honefly be no puritan,
yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplice of hu-
mility over the black gown of a big heart. I am going,
forfooth ; the businefs is, for Helen to come hither.

[Exit Clown.
Cou. Well, now.

Ste. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman
intirely.

Cou. 'Faith, I do : her father bequeath'd her to me ;
and me herfelf, without other advantage, may lawfully
make title to as much love as ihe finds : there is more
owing her* than is pay'd; and more (hall be pay'd her,
than fhe'll demand.

3 but ore everje



AlFs 'ivel!, that ends 'well. 1 7

Ste. Madam, I was very late more near her than,
I think, fhe wifh'd me : alone {he was, and did com-
municate to herfelf, her own words to her own ears ;
fhe thought, I dare vow for her, they touch'd not any
Granger fenfe. Her matter was, (he loved your fon :
Fortune, fhe faid, was no goddefs, that had put fuch
difference betwixt their two eftates ; Love, no god,
that fhould not extend his might, only where qualities
were level; sDiana, no queen of virgins, that would
fuffer her poor knight to be furpriz'd in the firfl affault,
without refcue, or ranfom afterward : This fhe de-
liver'd in the moft bitter touch of forrow, that e'er
I heard virgin exclaim in : which I held my duty,
fpeedily to acquaint you withal; fithence, in the lofs
that may happen, it concerns you fomething to know
it.

Cou. You have difcharg'd this honeftly ; keep it
to yourfelf: many likelihoods inform'd me of this
before, which hung fo tottering in the balance, that
I could neither believe, nor mifdoubt : Pray you, leave
me : ftall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your
honefl care : I will fpeak with you further anon.

[Spit Steward.
Eater HELENA.

Cou. Even fo % it was with me, when I was young :

If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ;

Our blood to us, this to our blood is born ;
It is the fhow, and feal, of nature's truth,
When love's flrong paffion is impreft in youth :
By our remembrances of days foregone,
Such were our faults, O, then we thought them none.

8 that would ' without refcue in the firft
affault a6 If ever we 32 or then



1 8 ATs well, that ends ive!f.

Her eye is fick on't ; I observe her now.

HEL. What is your pleasure, madam >

Cou. You know, Helen,
I am a mother to you.

HEL. Mine honourable miftrefs.

Cou. Nay, a mother ;

Why not a mother ? When I faid, a mother,
Methought, you faw a ferpent : What's in mother,
That you ftart at it ? I fay, I am your mother ;
And put you in the catalogue of those,
That were enwombed mine : 'Tis often feen,
Adoption ftrives with nature ; and choice breeds
A native flip to us from foreign feeds :
You ne'er oppreffM me with a mother's groan,
Yet I exprefs to you a mother's care :
God's mercy, maiden ! does it curd thy blood,
To fay, I am thy mother ? What's the matter,
That this diftemper'd meffenger of wet,
The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye ?
Why ? that you are my daughter ?

HEL. "That I am not."

Cou. I fay, I am your mother.

HEL. Pardon, madam;
The count Rofillion cannot be my brother :
I am from humble, he from honourM name ;
No note upon my parents, his all noble :
My matter, my dear lord he is ; and I
His fervant live, and will his vaffal dye :
He muft not be my brother.

Cou. Nor I your mother.

HEL. You aremymother, madam, 'Would you were,
So that my lord your fon were not my brother !



that ends weft.



ig.



Indeed, my mother : Or, were you both our mothers,

I'D care no more fbr't than I do for heaven,

So I were not his fifter : Can't no other,

But, I your daughter, he muft be my brother ?

Cou. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law ;
God Ihield, you mean it not ! daughter, and mother,
So ftrive upon your pulfe : What, pale again ?
My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs : Now I fee
The myftery of your lonelinefs, and find
Your fait tears' head. Now to all fenfe 'tis grofs,
You love my fon ; invention is afham'd,
Againft the proclamation of thy paffion,
To fay, thou doft not : therefore tell me true ;
But tell me then, 'tis fo : for, look, thy cheeks
Confefs it, one to the other ; and thine eyes
See it fo grofly mown in thy behaviours,
That in their kind they fpeak it ; only fin,
And hellifh obftinacy tye thy tongue,
That truth mould be fufpefted : Speak, is't fo ?
If it be fo, you have wound a goodly clue ;
Jf it be not, forfwear't : hovve'er, I charge thee,
As heaven mall work in me for thine avail,
To tell me truly.

HEL. Good madam, pardon me !

Cou. Do you love my fon ?

HEL. Your pardon, noble miftrefs !

Cou. Love you my fon ?

HEL. Do not you love him, madam ?


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