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After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
Of younger spirits ; whose apprehenfive senses
All but new things disdain ; whose judgments are
Meer fathers of their garments; whose constancies
Expire before their fashions : This he wish'd ;
I, after him, do after him with too,
Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home,
I quickly were dissolved from

my hive, To give some labourer room.

2. L. You are lov’d, fir; They, that least lend it you, shall lack you

first. 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.

Ber. Some six months since, my lord.

Kin. If he were living, I would try him yet ;
Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out
With several applications : nature and fickness
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count;
My son's no dearer.
BER. Thank your majesty.


SCENE III. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Palace.

Enter Countess, and Steward ; Clown behind. Cou. I will now hear what you fay of this gentle


Ste. Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours ; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

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

9 Labourers

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

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

poor fellow:

Cou. Well, fir.

Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; though many of the rich are damn'd: But if I may have your ladyship’s good will to go to the world, Isbel 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 case.
Cou. In what case?

Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is no heritage: and, I think, I shall never have the blessing of God, 'till I have issue o' my body ; for, they say, bearns are blessings.

Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.

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

Cou. Is this all your worship’s reason?

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

Cou. May the world know them?

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

Cou. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.

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

my wife, is

Cou. Such friends are thine enemies, knave.

Clo. You're Mallow, madam ; e'en great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am aweary

of. He, that eares my land, spares 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 cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my friend: ergo, he, that kisses

my friend: If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howfom'ere their hearts are sever'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 calumnious knave ?

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

For I the ballad will repeat,

which men full true shall find; Your marriage comes by destiny,

your cuckoo fings by kind. Cou. Get you gone, fir; I'll talk with you more anon.

Ste. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak.

Cou. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would speak with her; Helen I mean. Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, [singing.

why the Grecians sacked Troy? Fond done, fond done! for Paris, he,

was this king Priam's joy.

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31 done, fond

With that she fighed as she stood,
With that, &c.

and gave this sentence then;
Among nine bad if one be good,
Among, &c.

there's yet one good in ten. Cou. What, one good in ten ? you corrupt the song, firrah.

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


fir knave, and do as I command Clo. That man should be at a woman's command, and yet no hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart.- I am going, forsooth; the business is, for Helen to come hither.

[Exit 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 the herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds: there is more owing her, than is pay'd; and more shall be pay'd her, than The'll demand.


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Ste. Madam, I was very late more near her than, I think, she wish'd me : alone she was, and did communicate to herself, her own words to her own ears; the thought, I dare vow for her, they touch'd not any ftranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your fon : Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love, no god, that should not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surpriz'd in the first assault, without rescue, or ransom afterward : This fhe deliver'd in the most bitter touch of forrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in : which I held my duty, speedily to acquaint you withal; fithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it.

Cou. You have discharg'd this honestly ; keep it to yourself: many likelihoods inform’d 'me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray you, leave me: ftall this in your bosom, and I thank you


your honest care : I will speak with you further anon.

[Exit Steward. Enter Helena. Cou. Even so 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 show, and seal, of nature's truth, When love's strong passion is impreft in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults, – 0, then we thought them none,

8 that would 11 without rescue in the first

affault 26 If ever we 32 then

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