Act IV, Scene 4 Florence. The Widow's house. 

Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA

 

HELENA That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you,
One of the greatest in the Christian world
Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel:
Time was, I did him a desired office,
Dear almost as his life; which gratitude
Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd
His grace is at Marseilles; to which place
We have convenient convoy. You must know
I am supposed dead: the army breaking,
My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good lord the king,
We'll be before our welcome.
Widow Gentle madam,
You never had a servant to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.
HELENA Nor you, mistress,
Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompense your love: doubt not but heaven
Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower,
As it hath fated her to be my motive
And helper to a husband. But, O strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night: so lust doth play
With what it loathes for that which is away.
But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.
DIANA Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.
HELENA Yet, I pray you:
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
Our wagon is prepared, and time revives us:
All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown;
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
  [Exeunt

 

Act IV, Scene 5 Scene V Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.

Enter COUNTESS, LAFEU, and Clown

 

LAFEU No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta
fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have
made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in
his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at
this hour, and your son here at home, more advanced
by the king than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of.
COUNTESS I would I had not known him; it was the death of the
most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had
praise for creating. If she had partaken of my
flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I
could not have owed her a more rooted love.
LAFEU 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a
thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.
Clown Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the
salad, or rather, the herb of grace.
LAFEU They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.
Clown I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much
skill in grass.
LAFEU Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool?
Clown A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's.
LAFEU Your distinction?
Clown I would cozen the man of his wife and do his service.
LAFEU So you were a knave at his service, indeed.
Clown And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.
LAFEU I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.
Clown At your service.
LAFEU No, no, no.
Clown Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as
great a prince as you are.
LAFEU Who's that? a Frenchman?
Clown Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his fisnomy
is more hotter in France than there.
LAFEU What prince is that?
Clown The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of
darkness; alias, the devil.
LAFEU Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee not this
to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of;
serve him still.
Clown 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's 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 they'll be for the flowery way that
leads to the broad gate and the great fire.
LAFEU Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary 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.
Clown If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be
jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.
  [Exit]
LAFEU A shrewd knave and an unhappy.
COUNTESS So he is. My lord that's gone 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.
LAFEU I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about to
tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death and
that my lord your son was upon his return home, I
moved the king my master to speak in the behalf of
my daughter; which, in the minority of them both,
his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did
first propose: his highness hath promised me to do
it: and, to stop up the displeasure he hath
conceived against your son, there is no fitter
matter. How does your ladyship like it?
COUNTESS With very much content, my lord; and I wish it
happily effected.
LAFEU His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able
body as when he numbered thirty: he will be here
to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such
intelligence hath seldom failed.
COUNTESS It rejoices 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 your lordship to remain
with me till they meet together.
LAFEU Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might
safely be admitted.
COUNTESS You need but plead your honourable privilege.
LAFEU Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but I
thank my God it holds yet.
  [Re-enter Clown]
Clown O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of
velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under't
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.
LAFEU A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery
of honour; so belike is that.
Clown But it is your carbonadoed face.
LAFEU Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talk
with the young noble soldier.
Clown Faith there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine
hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head
and nod at every man.
  [Exeunt]

 

 

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