ACT III.

LINENOTES:scene v.]scene x.Pope.The King's Palace.]Another room in the same. Capell.[11]yet]F1. om. F2 F3 F4.[14][To Bertram.]Capell.[15]Pray you]I pray youRowe.who's]whoseF1.[17]sir, 's]Theobald.sir'sF2 F3 F4.sirsF1.sitsPope.[19][Aside ...]Rowe.[23-26]I have ... begin]Printed as prose by Pope.[24]horses]F1.horseF2 F3 F4.[25, 26]bride, End ... begin.]Collier (Egerton MS.),bride, And ... beginFf.bride—And ... begin—Rowe.[28]one that]Rowe (ed. 2).on thatFf.if on that heRowe (ed. 1).[30]heard]hardF1.you]yourF2.[36]leaped]leaptF1.leapesF2.leapsF3 F4.custard]See note (xii).[46]or will]qualities or willMalone conj.wit or willSinger conj.to] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.hand] F1 F2.handsF3 F4.[47][Exit.]Rowe.[49]so]not soLong MS.[51, 52]Yes ... clog]As prose in Hanmer.[53]Scene xi.Pope.[57]must]must mustF2.[64]ask why I]ask why, IHanmer.entreat you]dismiss youS. Walker conj.request itBailey conj.[68][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, endinglord ... yes ... kiss.Dyce conj.[83]my lord]om. Hanmer.[87]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).[90][Exeunt]om. Ff.... attended] Capell. om. Ff.

LINENOTES:

scene v.]scene x.Pope.

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

[11]yet]F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[14][To Bertram.]Capell.

[15]Pray you]I pray youRowe.

who's]whoseF1.

[17]sir, 's]Theobald.sir'sF2 F3 F4.sirsF1.sitsPope.

[19][Aside ...]Rowe.

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

[24]horses]F1.horseF2 F3 F4.

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

[28]one that]Rowe (ed. 2).on thatFf.if on that heRowe (ed. 1).

[30]heard]hardF1.

you]yourF2.

[36]leaped]leaptF1.leapesF2.leapsF3 F4.

custard]See note (xii).

[46]or will]qualities or willMalone conj.wit or willSinger conj.

to] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

hand] F1 F2.handsF3 F4.

[47][Exit.]Rowe.

[49]so]not soLong MS.

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

[53]Scene xi.Pope.

[57]must]must mustF2.

[64]ask why I]ask why, IHanmer.

entreat you]dismiss youS. Walker conj.request itBailey conj.

[68][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, endinglord ... yes ... kiss.Dyce conj.

[83]my lord]om. Hanmer.

[87]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).

[90][Exeunt]om. Ff.

... attended] Capell. om. Ff.

Flourish. Enter theDukeof Florence, attended; the two Frenchmen with a troop of soldiers.Duke.So that from point to point now have you heardThe fundamental reasons of this war.Whose great decision hath much blood lot forthAnd more thirsts after.First Lord.Holy seems the quarrel5Upon your Grace'spart;blackand fearfulOn theopposer.Duke.Therefore we marvel much our cousin FranceWould in so just a business shut his bosomAgainst our borrowing prayers.Sec. Lord.Good my lord,10The reasons of our state I cannot yield,But like a common and an outward man,That the great figure of a council framesByself-unablemotion: therefore dare notSay what I think of it, since I have found15Myself in my incertain grounds to failAs often as I guess'd.Duke.Be it his pleasure.First Lord.But I am sure the younger of ournature,That surfeit on their ease, will day by dayCome here for physic.Duke.Welcome shall they be;20And all the honours that can fly from usShall on them settle. You know your places well;When better fall, for your avails theyfell:To-morrowtothe field.[Flourish.Exeunt.

Flourish. Enter theDukeof Florence, attended; the two Frenchmen with a troop of soldiers.

Duke.So that from point to point now have you heardThe fundamental reasons of this war.Whose great decision hath much blood lot forthAnd more thirsts after.

Duke.So that from point to point now have you heard

The fundamental reasons of this war.

Whose great decision hath much blood lot forth

And more thirsts after.

First Lord.Holy seems the quarrel5Upon your Grace'spart;blackand fearfulOn theopposer.

First Lord.Holy seems the quarrel

Upon your Grace'spart;blackand fearful

On theopposer.

Duke.Therefore we marvel much our cousin FranceWould in so just a business shut his bosomAgainst our borrowing prayers.

Duke.Therefore we marvel much our cousin France

Would in so just a business shut his bosom

Against our borrowing prayers.

Sec. Lord.Good my lord,10The reasons of our state I cannot yield,But like a common and an outward man,That the great figure of a council framesByself-unablemotion: therefore dare notSay what I think of it, since I have found15Myself in my incertain grounds to failAs often as I guess'd.

Sec. Lord.Good my lord,

The reasons of our state I cannot yield,

But like a common and an outward man,

That the great figure of a council frames

Byself-unablemotion: therefore dare not

Say what I think of it, since I have found

Myself in my incertain grounds to fail

As often as I guess'd.

Duke.Be it his pleasure.

First Lord.But I am sure the younger of ournature,That surfeit on their ease, will day by dayCome here for physic.

First Lord.But I am sure the younger of ournature,

That surfeit on their ease, will day by day

Come here for physic.

Duke.Welcome shall they be;20And all the honours that can fly from usShall on them settle. You know your places well;When better fall, for your avails theyfell:To-morrowtothe field.[Flourish.Exeunt.

Duke.Welcome shall they be;

And all the honours that can fly from us

Shall on them settle. You know your places well;

When better fall, for your avails theyfell:

To-morrowtothe field.[Flourish.Exeunt.

LINENOTES:[5]part]partyS. Walker conj.black]but blackPope.[6]opposer]opposer'sHanmer.[9]Sec. Lord]2 Lord. Rowe. French E. Ff.[13]By]FromTheobald conj.motion]notionWarburton (Theobald conj.).[17]First Lord]Fren. G. F1. Fre. G. F2 F3 F4. 2 Lord. Rowe.nature]nationRowe.[22]fell]fallHanmer (Thirlby conj.)[23]to]to 'thF1.[Exeunt.]om. Ff.

LINENOTES:

[5]part]partyS. Walker conj.

black]but blackPope.

[6]opposer]opposer'sHanmer.

[9]Sec. Lord]2 Lord. Rowe. French E. Ff.

[13]By]FromTheobald conj.

motion]notionWarburton (Theobald conj.).

[17]First Lord]Fren. G. F1. Fre. G. F2 F3 F4. 2 Lord. Rowe.

nature]nationRowe.

[22]fell]fallHanmer (Thirlby conj.)

[23]to]to 'thF1.

[Exeunt.]om. Ff.

EnterCountessandClown.Count.It hath happened all as I would have had it,save that he comes not along with her.Clo.By my troth, I take my young lord to be a verymelancholy man.5Count.By what observance, I pray you?Clo.Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mendthe ruffand sing; ask questions and sing; pick his teethand sing. Iknowa man that had this trick of melancholysolda goodly manor for a song.10Count.Let me see what he writes, and when he meansto come.[Opening a letter.Clo.I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: ouroldlingand our Isbels o' the country are nothing likeyourold lingand your Isbels o' the court: thebrainsof15my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as an oldman loves money, with no stomach.Count.What have we here?Clo.E'enthat you have there.[Exit.Count.[reads]have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath20recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not beddedher; and sworn to make the 'not' eternal. You shall hear I amrun away: know it before the report come. If there be breadthenough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you.Your unfortunate son,25Bertram.This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,To fly the favours of so good a king;To pluck his indignation on thy headBy the misprising of a maid too virtuous30For thecontemptof empire.Re-enterClown.Clo.O madam, yonder is heavy news within betweentwo soldiers and my young lady!Count.What is the matter?Clo.Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some35comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I thoughthe would.Count.Why should he be killed?Clo.So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of men, though40it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell youmore: for my part, I onlyhearyour son was run away.[Exit.EnterHelenaand twoGentlemen.First Gent.Save you, good madam.Hel.Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.Sec. Gent.Do not say so.45Count.Think uponpatience. Pray you,gentlemen,I havefelt so many quirks of joy and grief,That the first face of neither, on the start,Can woman me unto't: where is my son,I pray you?Sec. Gent.Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:50We met him thitherward;forthence we came,And, after some dispatch in hand at court,Thither we bend again.Hel.Look onhisletter, madam; here's my passport.[reads]When thou canst get the ringupon myfinger which never55shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body thatI am father to, then call me husband: but in such a 'then' I write a'never.'This is a dreadful sentence.Count.Brought you this letter, gentlemen?First Gent.Ay, madam;60And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains.Count.I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;If thou engrossest all the griefsarethine,Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;But I do wash his name out of my blood,65And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?Sec. Gent.Ay, madam.Count.And to be a soldier?Sec. Gent.Such is his noble purpose; and, believe 't,The Duke will lay upon him all the honourThat good convenience claims.Count.Return you thither?70First Gent.Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.Hel.[reads]Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'Tisbitter.Count.Find you that there?Hel.Ay, madam.First Gent.'Tis but the boldness of his hand,haply,75which his heart was not consenting to.Count.Nothing in France, until he have no wife!There's nothing here that is too good for himBut only she; and she deserves a lordThat twenty such rude boys might tend upon80And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?First Gent.A servantonly, and a gentlemanWhich I havesometimeknown.Count.Parolles,was itnot?First Gent.Ay, my good lady, he.Count.Averytainted fellow,andfull of wickedness.85My son corrupts a well-derived natureWith his inducement.First Gent.Indeed,good lady,The fellow has a deal ofthat toomuch,Whichholds him much to have.Count.Y' are welcome, gentlemen.90I will entreat you, when you see my son,To tell him that his sword can never winThe honour that he loses: more I'll entreat youWritten to bear along.Sec. Gent.We serve you, madam,In that and all your worthiest affairs.95Count.Not so, but as we change ourcourtesies.Will you draw near?[ExeuntCountess andGentlemen.Hel.'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'Nothing in France, until he has no wife!Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;100Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is 't IThat chase thee from thy country and exposeThose tender limbs of thine to the eventOf the none-sparing war? and is it IThat drive thee from the sportive court, where thou105Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the markOf smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,That ride upon theviolentspeed of fire,Fly with false aim;move the still-peeringair,Thatsingswith piercing; do not touch my lord.110Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;Whoever charges on his forward breast,I am the caitiff that do hold himto 't;And, though I kill him not, I am the causeHis death was so effected: better 'twere115I met theravinlion when he roar'dWith sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twereThat all the miseries which nature owesWere mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,120As oft it loses all: I will be gone;My being here it is that holds thee hence:Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, althoughThe air of paradise did fan the house,Andangelsofficed all: I will be gone,125That pitiful rumour may report my flight,Toconsolatethine ear. Come, night; end, day!For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.[Exit.

EnterCountessandClown.

Count.It hath happened all as I would have had it,save that he comes not along with her.

Count.It hath happened all as I would have had it,

save that he comes not along with her.

Clo.By my troth, I take my young lord to be a verymelancholy man.

Clo.By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very

melancholy man.

5Count.By what observance, I pray you?

Count.By what observance, I pray you?

Clo.Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mendthe ruffand sing; ask questions and sing; pick his teethand sing. Iknowa man that had this trick of melancholysolda goodly manor for a song.

Clo.Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend

the ruffand sing; ask questions and sing; pick his teeth

and sing. Iknowa man that had this trick of melancholy

solda goodly manor for a song.

10Count.Let me see what he writes, and when he meansto come.[Opening a letter.

Count.Let me see what he writes, and when he means

to come.[Opening a letter.

Clo.I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: ouroldlingand our Isbels o' the country are nothing likeyourold lingand your Isbels o' the court: thebrainsof15my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as an oldman loves money, with no stomach.

Clo.I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our

oldlingand our Isbels o' the country are nothing like

yourold lingand your Isbels o' the court: thebrainsof

my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as an old

man loves money, with no stomach.

Count.What have we here?

Clo.E'enthat you have there.[Exit.

Count.[reads]have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath20recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not beddedher; and sworn to make the 'not' eternal. You shall hear I amrun away: know it before the report come. If there be breadthenough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you.

Count.[reads]have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath

recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded

her; and sworn to make the 'not' eternal. You shall hear I am

run away: know it before the report come. If there be breadth

enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you.

Your unfortunate son,25Bertram.This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,To fly the favours of so good a king;To pluck his indignation on thy headBy the misprising of a maid too virtuous30For thecontemptof empire.

Your unfortunate son,

Bertram.

This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,

To fly the favours of so good a king;

To pluck his indignation on thy head

By the misprising of a maid too virtuous

For thecontemptof empire.

Re-enterClown.

Clo.O madam, yonder is heavy news within betweentwo soldiers and my young lady!

Clo.O madam, yonder is heavy news within between

two soldiers and my young lady!

Count.What is the matter?

Clo.Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some35comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I thoughthe would.

Clo.Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some

comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I thought

he would.

Count.Why should he be killed?

Clo.So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of men, though40it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell youmore: for my part, I onlyhearyour son was run away.[Exit.

Clo.So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:

the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of men, though

it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell you

more: for my part, I onlyhearyour son was run away.[Exit.

EnterHelenaand twoGentlemen.

First Gent.Save you, good madam.

Hel.Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.

Sec. Gent.Do not say so.

45Count.Think uponpatience. Pray you,gentlemen,I havefelt so many quirks of joy and grief,That the first face of neither, on the start,Can woman me unto't: where is my son,I pray you?

Count.Think uponpatience. Pray you,gentlemen,

I havefelt so many quirks of joy and grief,

That the first face of neither, on the start,

Can woman me unto't: where is my son,I pray you?

Sec. Gent.Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:50We met him thitherward;forthence we came,And, after some dispatch in hand at court,Thither we bend again.

Sec. Gent.Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:

We met him thitherward;forthence we came,

And, after some dispatch in hand at court,

Thither we bend again.

Hel.Look onhisletter, madam; here's my passport.[reads]When thou canst get the ringupon myfinger which never55shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body thatI am father to, then call me husband: but in such a 'then' I write a'never.'This is a dreadful sentence.

Hel.Look onhisletter, madam; here's my passport.

[reads]When thou canst get the ringupon myfinger which never

shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body that

I am father to, then call me husband: but in such a 'then' I write a

'never.'

This is a dreadful sentence.

Count.Brought you this letter, gentlemen?

First Gent.Ay, madam;60And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains.

First Gent.Ay, madam;

And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains.

Count.I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;If thou engrossest all the griefsarethine,Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;But I do wash his name out of my blood,65And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?

Count.I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;

If thou engrossest all the griefsarethine,

Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;

But I do wash his name out of my blood,

And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?

Sec. Gent.Ay, madam.

Count.And to be a soldier?

Sec. Gent.Such is his noble purpose; and, believe 't,The Duke will lay upon him all the honourThat good convenience claims.

Sec. Gent.Such is his noble purpose; and, believe 't,

The Duke will lay upon him all the honour

That good convenience claims.

Count.Return you thither?

70First Gent.Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.

First Gent.Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.

Hel.[reads]Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'Tisbitter.

Hel.[reads]Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.

'Tisbitter.

Count.Find you that there?

Hel.Ay, madam.

First Gent.'Tis but the boldness of his hand,haply,75which his heart was not consenting to.

First Gent.'Tis but the boldness of his hand,haply,

which his heart was not consenting to.

Count.Nothing in France, until he have no wife!There's nothing here that is too good for himBut only she; and she deserves a lordThat twenty such rude boys might tend upon80And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?

Count.Nothing in France, until he have no wife!

There's nothing here that is too good for him

But only she; and she deserves a lord

That twenty such rude boys might tend upon

And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?

First Gent.A servantonly, and a gentlemanWhich I havesometimeknown.

First Gent.A servantonly, and a gentleman

Which I havesometimeknown.

Count.Parolles,was itnot?

First Gent.Ay, my good lady, he.

Count.Averytainted fellow,andfull of wickedness.85My son corrupts a well-derived natureWith his inducement.

Count.Averytainted fellow,andfull of wickedness.

My son corrupts a well-derived nature

With his inducement.

First Gent.Indeed,good lady,The fellow has a deal ofthat toomuch,Whichholds him much to have.

First Gent.Indeed,good lady,

The fellow has a deal ofthat toomuch,

Whichholds him much to have.

Count.Y' are welcome, gentlemen.90I will entreat you, when you see my son,To tell him that his sword can never winThe honour that he loses: more I'll entreat youWritten to bear along.

Count.Y' are welcome, gentlemen.

I will entreat you, when you see my son,

To tell him that his sword can never win

The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you

Written to bear along.

Sec. Gent.We serve you, madam,In that and all your worthiest affairs.

Sec. Gent.We serve you, madam,

In that and all your worthiest affairs.

95Count.Not so, but as we change ourcourtesies.Will you draw near?[ExeuntCountess andGentlemen.

Count.Not so, but as we change ourcourtesies.

Will you draw near?[ExeuntCountess andGentlemen.

Hel.'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'Nothing in France, until he has no wife!Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;100Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is 't IThat chase thee from thy country and exposeThose tender limbs of thine to the eventOf the none-sparing war? and is it IThat drive thee from the sportive court, where thou105Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the markOf smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,That ride upon theviolentspeed of fire,Fly with false aim;move the still-peeringair,Thatsingswith piercing; do not touch my lord.110Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;Whoever charges on his forward breast,I am the caitiff that do hold himto 't;And, though I kill him not, I am the causeHis death was so effected: better 'twere115I met theravinlion when he roar'dWith sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twereThat all the miseries which nature owesWere mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,120As oft it loses all: I will be gone;My being here it is that holds thee hence:Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, althoughThe air of paradise did fan the house,Andangelsofficed all: I will be gone,125That pitiful rumour may report my flight,Toconsolatethine ear. Come, night; end, day!For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.[Exit.

Hel.'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'

Nothing in France, until he has no wife!

Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;

Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is 't I

That chase thee from thy country and expose

Those tender limbs of thine to the event

Of the none-sparing war? and is it I

That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou

Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark

Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,

That ride upon theviolentspeed of fire,

Fly with false aim;move the still-peeringair,

Thatsingswith piercing; do not touch my lord.

Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;

Whoever charges on his forward breast,

I am the caitiff that do hold himto 't;

And, though I kill him not, I am the cause

His death was so effected: better 'twere

I met theravinlion when he roar'd

With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere

That all the miseries which nature owes

Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,

Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,

As oft it loses all: I will be gone;

My being here it is that holds thee hence:

Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although

The air of paradise did fan the house,

Andangelsofficed all: I will be gone,

That pitiful rumour may report my flight,

Toconsolatethine ear. Come, night; end, day!

For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.[Exit.

LINENOTES:[7]the ruff]his ruffRowe.the ruffleWhalley conj.[8]know]knewRowe.[9]sold]F3 F4.holdF1 F2.sold ... manor for]holds ... manner forHarness conj.hold ... manor byCollier conj.[11][Reads the letter. Theobald.][13]ling]F2 F3 F4.lingsF1.[14]old ling]younglingS. Walker conj.brains]brainPope.[18]E'en]Theobald.InFf.[19]Count. [reads]A letter. Ff.[30]contempt]F1 F2 F3.contentF4.[41]hear]heardHanmer.[42]Scene III.Pope.First Gent.]1 Gen. Rowe. French E. Ff.See note (vi).[44]Sec. Gent.]2 Gen. Rowe. French G. F1 F3 F4. Fren. G. F2.See note (vi).[45]patience. Pray you,]patience, pray youF1 F2.patience; pray youF3.patience: pray youF4.patience, 'pray you:Hanmer.[46]I have]I'vePope.[48]I pray you]om. Theobald.[50]for]fromRowe.[53]his]thisRowe.[54][reads.]Capell.[54, 55]upon my ... off]from my ... offHanmer.upon thy ... off mineJohnson conj. (withdrawn).[59]First Gent.]1 G. F1 F2 F3. 1 Gen. F4.[59, 60]Ay, madam ... pains]Arranged as in Capell; printed as prose in Ff.[62]are]asRowe.[71][reads]Reading. Rowe.[72]bitter]F1.betterF2 F3 F4.[73]Ay]YesRowe.[74]haply]F1.happilyF2 F3 F4.[81, 82]A servant ... known]Printed as prose in Ff; as verse first in Pope.[82]sometime]F1 F2.sometimesF3.sometimesF4.sometimePope (ed. 2).was it]Ff.was'tPope.[84-86]A very ... inducement]Printed as prose by Hanmer.[84]very]om. S. Walker conj.and]om. Pope.[86]Indeed]Why, indeedCapell.[86-94]Indeed ... affairs]Printed as prose in Ff; as verse first in Capell.[87]that too]Rowe.that, tooFf.[88]holds him much to have]soils him much to haveTheobald conj.'hoves him not much to haveHanmer.'hoves him much to leaveCollier (Collier MS.),fouls him much to haveSinger conj.[95]courtesies]Rowe (ed. 2).courtesies, Ff.[96][Exeunt C. and G.]Rowe. [Exit. Ff.[97]Scene iv.Pope.[107]violent]volantCollier (Collier MS.).[108]move the still peering]F1.move the still-piercingF2 F3 F4 (still piercingF4).pierce the still-movingHanmer (Warburton).move the still-piecingSteevens (Anon. conj.).rove the still-piecingTyrwhitt conj.move the still-piercedNares conj.mow the still-pacingJackson conj.wound the still-piecingCollier (Collier MS.).move the still 'pearingGrant White conj. (withdrawn),move the still-closingBailey conj.[109]sings]F1.stingsF2 F3 F4.[112]to't]to itTheobald.[115]ravin]Capell.ravineF1 F2 F3.ravingF4.rav'ningRowe (ed. 2).[124]angels]anglesF1.[126]consolate]consolatsF2.

LINENOTES:

[7]the ruff]his ruffRowe.the ruffleWhalley conj.

[8]know]knewRowe.

[9]sold]F3 F4.holdF1 F2.

sold ... manor for]holds ... manner forHarness conj.hold ... manor byCollier conj.

[11][Reads the letter. Theobald.]

[13]ling]F2 F3 F4.lingsF1.

[14]old ling]younglingS. Walker conj.

brains]brainPope.

[18]E'en]Theobald.InFf.

[19]Count. [reads]A letter. Ff.

[30]contempt]F1 F2 F3.contentF4.

[41]hear]heardHanmer.

[42]Scene III.Pope.

First Gent.]1 Gen. Rowe. French E. Ff.See note (vi).

[44]Sec. Gent.]2 Gen. Rowe. French G. F1 F3 F4. Fren. G. F2.See note (vi).

[45]patience. Pray you,]patience, pray youF1 F2.patience; pray youF3.patience: pray youF4.patience, 'pray you:Hanmer.

[46]I have]I'vePope.

[48]I pray you]om. Theobald.

[50]for]fromRowe.

[53]his]thisRowe.

[54][reads.]Capell.

[54, 55]upon my ... off]from my ... offHanmer.upon thy ... off mineJohnson conj. (withdrawn).

[59]First Gent.]1 G. F1 F2 F3. 1 Gen. F4.

[59, 60]Ay, madam ... pains]Arranged as in Capell; printed as prose in Ff.

[62]are]asRowe.

[71][reads]Reading. Rowe.

[72]bitter]F1.betterF2 F3 F4.

[73]Ay]YesRowe.

[74]haply]F1.happilyF2 F3 F4.

[81, 82]A servant ... known]Printed as prose in Ff; as verse first in Pope.

[82]sometime]F1 F2.sometimesF3.sometimesF4.sometimePope (ed. 2).

was it]Ff.was'tPope.

[84-86]A very ... inducement]Printed as prose by Hanmer.

[84]very]om. S. Walker conj.

and]om. Pope.

[86]Indeed]Why, indeedCapell.

[86-94]Indeed ... affairs]Printed as prose in Ff; as verse first in Capell.

[87]that too]Rowe.that, tooFf.

[88]holds him much to have]soils him much to haveTheobald conj.'hoves him not much to haveHanmer.'hoves him much to leaveCollier (Collier MS.),fouls him much to haveSinger conj.

[95]courtesies]Rowe (ed. 2).courtesies, Ff.

[96][Exeunt C. and G.]Rowe. [Exit. Ff.

[97]Scene iv.Pope.

[107]violent]volantCollier (Collier MS.).

[108]move the still peering]F1.move the still-piercingF2 F3 F4 (still piercingF4).pierce the still-movingHanmer (Warburton).move the still-piecingSteevens (Anon. conj.).rove the still-piecingTyrwhitt conj.move the still-piercedNares conj.mow the still-pacingJackson conj.wound the still-piecingCollier (Collier MS.).move the still 'pearingGrant White conj. (withdrawn),move the still-closingBailey conj.

[109]sings]F1.stingsF2 F3 F4.

[112]to't]to itTheobald.

[115]ravin]Capell.ravineF1 F2 F3.ravingF4.rav'ningRowe (ed. 2).

[124]angels]anglesF1.

[126]consolate]consolatsF2.

Flourish. Enter theDukeof Florence,Bertram,Parolles, Soldiers, Drum,andTrumpets.Duke.The general of our horse thou art; and we,Great in our hope, lay our best love and credenceUpon thy promising fortune.Ber.Sir, it isA charge too heavy for my strength;but yet5We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sakeTotheextreme edge of hazard.Duke.Then gothouforth;And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,As thy auspicious mistress!Ber.This very day,Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:10Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall proveA lover of thy drum, hater of love.[Exit.

Flourish. Enter theDukeof Florence,Bertram,Parolles, Soldiers, Drum,andTrumpets.

Duke.The general of our horse thou art; and we,Great in our hope, lay our best love and credenceUpon thy promising fortune.

Duke.The general of our horse thou art; and we,

Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence

Upon thy promising fortune.

Ber.Sir, it isA charge too heavy for my strength;but yet5We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sakeTotheextreme edge of hazard.

Ber.Sir, it is

A charge too heavy for my strength;but yet

We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake

Totheextreme edge of hazard.

Duke.Then gothouforth;And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,As thy auspicious mistress!

Duke.Then gothouforth;

And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,

As thy auspicious mistress!

Ber.This very day,Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:10Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall proveA lover of thy drum, hater of love.[Exit.

Ber.This very day,

Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:

Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove

A lover of thy drum, hater of love.[Exit.

LINENOTES:Scene iii.]Scene v.Pope.Before ... palace.]Capell. Scene changes to the Duke's court in Florence. Theobald.Parolles]om. Capell.[3]Sir, it is]See note (xiii.)[4]but yet]F1.butF2 F3 F4.[6]the]th'Ff.thou]om. Pope.

LINENOTES:

Scene iii.]Scene v.Pope.

Before ... palace.]Capell. Scene changes to the Duke's court in Florence. Theobald.

Parolles]om. Capell.

[3]Sir, it is]See note (xiii.)

[4]but yet]F1.butF2 F3 F4.

[6]the]th'Ff.

thou]om. Pope.

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