ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

Note XX.

iv.4. 62. There is evidently some mistake here. On the whole it seems better to change 'Cambio' to 'Biondello' in line 62, than 'Bion.' to 'Luc.' in line 66. The supposed Cambio was not acting as Baptista's servant, and, moreover, had he been sent on such an errand he would have 'flown on the wings of love' to perform it. We must suppose that Biondello apparently makes his exit, but really waits till the stage is clear for an interview with his disguised master. The line 67 is as suitable to the faithful servant as to the master himself.

Note XXI.

iv.4. 70. Mr Dyce says that in some copies of the first Folio the 'l' in welcome is scarcely visible. It was from one of these copies, doubtless, that the later Folios were printed. The 'l' is clear enough in Capell's copy of F1.

Note XXII.

v.1. 26. We have retained 'from Padua,' which is the reading of the old Edition, and probably right. The Pedant has been staying some time at Padua, and that is all he means when he contradicts the newly arrived traveller from Pisa.

Note XXIII.

v.2. 176-189. The following speeches are added by Pope from the old play, and remained as part of the text till Capell's time:

'Enter two Servants bearingSlyin his own apparel, and leave him on the stage. Then enter aTapster.Sly awaking.] Sim, give's some more wine—what, all the Players gone? am not I a lord?Tap.A lord with a murrain! Come, art thou drunk still?Sly.Who's this? Tapster! oh, I have had the bravest dream that ever thou heardst in all thy life.Tap.Yea marry, but thou hadst best get thee home, for your wife will course you for dreaming here all night.Sly.Will she? I know how to tame a Shrew. I dreamt upon it all this night, and thou hast wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had. But I'll to my wife, and tame her too, if she anger me.'

'Enter two Servants bearingSlyin his own apparel, and leave him on the stage. Then enter aTapster.

Sly awaking.] Sim, give's some more wine—what, all the Players gone? am not I a lord?

Tap.A lord with a murrain! Come, art thou drunk still?

Sly.Who's this? Tapster! oh, I have had the bravest dream that ever thou heardst in all thy life.

Tap.Yea marry, but thou hadst best get thee home, for your wife will course you for dreaming here all night.

Sly.Will she? I know how to tame a Shrew. I dreamt upon it all this night, and thou hast wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had. But I'll to my wife, and tame her too, if she anger me.'

King of France.Duke of Florence.Bertram, Count of Rousillon[6].Lafeu[7], an old lord.Parolles[8], a follower of Bertram.Steward,}Lavache, a Clown } servants to the Countess of Rousillon.A Page.Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram.Helena, a gentlewoman protected by the Countess.An old Widow of Florence.Diana, daughter to the Widow.Violenta,}}neighbours and friends to the Widow.Mariana, }Lords, Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Florentine.Scene:Rousillon;Paris;Florence;Marseilles.

King of France.

Duke of Florence.

Bertram, Count of Rousillon[6].

Lafeu[7], an old lord.

Parolles[8], a follower of Bertram.

Steward,}

Lavache, a Clown } servants to the Countess of Rousillon.

A Page.

Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram.

Helena, a gentlewoman protected by the Countess.

An old Widow of Florence.

Diana, daughter to the Widow.

Violenta,}

}neighbours and friends to the Widow.

Mariana, }

Lords, Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Florentine.

Scene:Rousillon;Paris;Florence;Marseilles.

EnterBertram,theCountessofRousillon,Helena,andLafeu,all in black.Count.In delivering my son from me, I bury a secondhusband.Ber.And I in going, madam,weep o'er my father'sdeath anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to5whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.Laf.You shall find of the king a husband, madam;you, sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times good,must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose worthinesswould stir it up where it wanted, rather thanlackit where10there is such abundance.Count.What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?Laf.He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; underwhose practices he hathpersecutedtime with hope, andfinds no other advantage in the process but only the losing15of hope by time.Count.This young gentlewoman had a father,—O, that'had'! how sad apassage'tis!—whose skill was almost asgreat as his honesty; had it stretched so far,wouldhavemade nature immortal, and death shouldhaveplay for lack20of work. Would, for the king's sake, he were living! Ithink it would be the death of the king's disease.Laf.How called you the man you speak of, madam?Count.He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it washis great right to be so,—Gerard de Narbon.25Laf.He was excellent indeed madam: the king verylately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he wasskilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be setup against mortality.Ber.What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?30Laf.A fistula, my lord.Ber.I heard not of it before.Laf.I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewomanthe daughter of Gerard de Narbon?Count.His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my35overlooking. I have thosehopes of her good that hereducationpromises; herdispositions she inherits, which makesfair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuousqualities, there commendations go with pity; they are virtuesand traitors too: in her they are the better fortheirsimpleness;40she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.Laf.Your commendations, madam, getfrom her tears.Count.'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praisein. The remembrance of her father never approaches herheart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from45her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lestit be rather thought youaffect a sorrow than to have—Hel.I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too.Laf.Moderatelamentationis the right of the dead;excessive grief the enemy to the living.50Count.If the living be enemy to the grief, the excessmakes it soon mortal.Ber.Madam,I desire your holy wishes.Laf.How understand we that?

EnterBertram,theCountessofRousillon,Helena,andLafeu,all in black.

Count.In delivering my son from me, I bury a secondhusband.

Ber.And I in going, madam,weep o'er my father'sdeath anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to5whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.

Laf.You shall find of the king a husband, madam;you, sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times good,must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose worthinesswould stir it up where it wanted, rather thanlackit where10there is such abundance.

Count.What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?

Laf.He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; underwhose practices he hathpersecutedtime with hope, andfinds no other advantage in the process but only the losing15of hope by time.

Count.This young gentlewoman had a father,—O, that'had'! how sad apassage'tis!—whose skill was almost asgreat as his honesty; had it stretched so far,wouldhavemade nature immortal, and death shouldhaveplay for lack20of work. Would, for the king's sake, he were living! Ithink it would be the death of the king's disease.

Laf.How called you the man you speak of, madam?

Count.He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it washis great right to be so,—Gerard de Narbon.

25Laf.He was excellent indeed madam: the king verylately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he wasskilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be setup against mortality.

Ber.What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?

30Laf.A fistula, my lord.

Ber.I heard not of it before.

Laf.I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewomanthe daughter of Gerard de Narbon?

Count.His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my35overlooking. I have thosehopes of her good that hereducationpromises; herdispositions she inherits, which makesfair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuousqualities, there commendations go with pity; they are virtuesand traitors too: in her they are the better fortheirsimpleness;40she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.

Laf.Your commendations, madam, getfrom her tears.

Count.'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praisein. The remembrance of her father never approaches herheart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from45her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lestit be rather thought youaffect a sorrow than to have—

Hel.I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too.

Laf.Moderatelamentationis the right of the dead;excessive grief the enemy to the living.

50Count.If the living be enemy to the grief, the excessmakes it soon mortal.

Ber.Madam,I desire your holy wishes.

Laf.How understand we that?

Count.Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father55In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtueContend for empire in thee, and thy goodnessShare with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemyRather in power than use; and keep thy friend60Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,Fall on thyhead!Farewell, my lord;'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,Advise him.65Laf.He cannotwant the bestThat shall attend his love.Count.Heavenbless him! Farewell, Bertram.[Exit.Ber.[To Helena]The best wishes that can be forged inyour thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable to my70mother, your mistress, and make much of her.Laf.Farewell, pretty lady: youmust holdthe creditof your father.[ExeuntBertram and Lafeu.Hel.O, were that all! I think not on my father;And these great tears grace his remembrance more75Thanthose Ished for him. What was he like?I have forgot him: my imaginationCarries no favourin 't but Bertram's.I am undone: there is no living, none,If Bertram be away.'Twereall one80That I should love a brightparticularstarAnd think to wed it, he is so aboveme:In his bright radiance and collateral lightMust I be comforted, not in his sphere.Theambition in my love thus plagues itself:85The hind that would be mated by the lionMust die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague,To see him every hour; to sit and drawHis archedbrows, his hawking eye, his curls,Inourheart's table; heart too capable90Of every line andtrickof his sweet favour:But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancyMust sanctify hisreliques. Who comes here?EnterParolles.[Aside]One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;And yet I know him a notorious liar,95Think him a great way fool,solelya coward;Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,That they take place, when virtue'ssteelybonesLookbleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we seeColdwisdom waiting on superfluous folly.100Par.Save you, fair queen!Hel.And you, monarch!Par.No.Hel.And no.Par.Are you meditating on virginity?105Hel.Ay. You have somestainof soldier in you: letme ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; howmay webarricadoit againsthim?Par.Keep him out.Hel.But heassails; and our virginity, thoughvaliant,110in the defence yet is weak: unfoldto ussome warlikeresistance.Par.There is none: man,sittingdown before you, willundermine you and blow you up.Hel.Blessour poor virginity from underminers and115blowers up! Is there no military policy, how virginsmight blow up men?Par.Virginity being blown down, man will quicklierbe blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with thebreach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not120politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity.Loss of virginity isrationalincrease and there was nevervirgingottill virginity was first lost. That you were madeof is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lostmay be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is ever lost:125'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!Hel.I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die avirgin.Par.There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the ruleof nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse130yourmothers;which is most infallible disobedience.Hethat hangs himself is a virgin: virginity murders itself; andshould be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as adesperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and135so dies with feedinghisown stomach. Besides, virginity ispeevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the mostinhibitedsin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choosebut lose by 't: out with 't! withinten yearit will makeitself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal140itself not much the worse: away with 't!Hel.How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?Par.Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'eritlikes.'Tisa commodity will lose the gloss with lying; thelonger kept, the less worth: off with 't while 'tis vendible;145answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier,wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable:just like the brooch and the tooth-pick, whichwearnot now.Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than inyour cheek: and your virginity, your old virginity, is like150one of our French withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily;marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry,yet'tis a withered pear: will you any thing with it?Hel.Notmy virginity yet....Thereshallyour master have a thousand loves,155A motherand a mistress and a friend,A phœnix, captainand an enemy,A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;Hishumbleambition, proud humility,160His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,His faith, his sweet disaster; with a worldOfpretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shallhe—I know not what he shall. God send him well!165The court's alearning place, and he is one—Par.What one, i' faith?Hel.That I wish well. 'Tispity—Par.What's pity?Hel.That wishing well had not a body in't,170Which might be felt; that we,thepoorer born,Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,Might with effects of them follow our friends,And show what we alone must think, which neverReturns us thanks.EnterPage.175Page.Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.[Exit.Par.Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, Iwill think of thee at court.Hel.Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitablestar.180Par.Under Mars, I.Hel.I especially think, under Mars.Par.Why under Mars?Hel.Thewars haveso kept you under, that you mustneeds be born under Mars.185Par.When he was predominant.Hel.When he was retrograde, I think, rather.Par.Why think you so?Hel.You go so much backward when you fight.Par.That's for advantage.190Hel.So isrunning away, when fear proposes the safety:but the composition that your valour and fearmakesin youis a virtue of a goodwing, and I like the wear well.Par.I am so full ofbusinesses, I cannot answer theeacutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my195instructionshall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt becapableof acourtier's counsel, and understand what adviceshall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness,and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. Whenthou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none,200remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and usehim as he uses thee: so, farewell.[Exit.Hel.Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated skyGives us free scope; only doth backward pull205Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.What power is it which mounts my love so high;Thatmakes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?The mightiest spacein fortune nature bringsTo join like likes and kiss like native things.210Impossible be strange attempts to thoseThat weigh their pains in sense, and do supposeWhathath been cannot be: who ever stroveTo show her merit, that did miss her love?The king's disease—my project may deceive me,215But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.[Exit.

Count.Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father

In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue

Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness

Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,

Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy

Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend

Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,

But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,

That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,

Fall on thyhead!Farewell, my lord;

'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,

Advise him.

65Laf.He cannotwant the bestThat shall attend his love.

Laf.He cannotwant the best

That shall attend his love.

Count.Heavenbless him! Farewell, Bertram.[Exit.

Ber.[To Helena]The best wishes that can be forged inyour thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable to my70mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

Ber.[To Helena]The best wishes that can be forged in

your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable to my

mother, your mistress, and make much of her.

Laf.Farewell, pretty lady: youmust holdthe creditof your father.

Laf.Farewell, pretty lady: youmust holdthe credit

of your father.

[ExeuntBertram and Lafeu.

Hel.O, were that all! I think not on my father;And these great tears grace his remembrance more75Thanthose Ished for him. What was he like?I have forgot him: my imaginationCarries no favourin 't but Bertram's.I am undone: there is no living, none,If Bertram be away.'Twereall one80That I should love a brightparticularstarAnd think to wed it, he is so aboveme:In his bright radiance and collateral lightMust I be comforted, not in his sphere.Theambition in my love thus plagues itself:85The hind that would be mated by the lionMust die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague,To see him every hour; to sit and drawHis archedbrows, his hawking eye, his curls,Inourheart's table; heart too capable90Of every line andtrickof his sweet favour:But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancyMust sanctify hisreliques. Who comes here?

Hel.O, were that all! I think not on my father;

And these great tears grace his remembrance more

Thanthose Ished for him. What was he like?

I have forgot him: my imagination

Carries no favourin 't but Bertram's.

I am undone: there is no living, none,

If Bertram be away.'Twereall one

That I should love a brightparticularstar

And think to wed it, he is so aboveme:

In his bright radiance and collateral light

Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

Theambition in my love thus plagues itself:

The hind that would be mated by the lion

Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague,

To see him every hour; to sit and draw

His archedbrows, his hawking eye, his curls,

Inourheart's table; heart too capable

Of every line andtrickof his sweet favour:

But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy

Must sanctify hisreliques. Who comes here?

EnterParolles.

[Aside]One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;And yet I know him a notorious liar,95Think him a great way fool,solelya coward;Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,That they take place, when virtue'ssteelybonesLookbleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we seeColdwisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

[Aside]One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;

And yet I know him a notorious liar,

Think him a great way fool,solelya coward;

Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

That they take place, when virtue'ssteelybones

Lookbleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see

Coldwisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

100Par.Save you, fair queen!

Par.Save you, fair queen!

Hel.And you, monarch!

Par.No.

Hel.And no.

Par.Are you meditating on virginity?

105Hel.Ay. You have somestainof soldier in you: letme ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; howmay webarricadoit againsthim?

Hel.Ay. You have somestainof soldier in you: let

me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how

may webarricadoit againsthim?

Par.Keep him out.

Hel.But heassails; and our virginity, thoughvaliant,110in the defence yet is weak: unfoldto ussome warlikeresistance.

Hel.But heassails; and our virginity, thoughvaliant,

in the defence yet is weak: unfoldto ussome warlike

resistance.

Par.There is none: man,sittingdown before you, willundermine you and blow you up.

Par.There is none: man,sittingdown before you, will

undermine you and blow you up.

Hel.Blessour poor virginity from underminers and115blowers up! Is there no military policy, how virginsmight blow up men?

Hel.Blessour 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 quicklierbe blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with thebreach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not120politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity.Loss of virginity isrationalincrease and there was nevervirgingottill virginity was first lost. That you were madeof is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lostmay be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is ever lost:125'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!

Par.Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier

be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the

breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not

politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity.

Loss of virginity isrationalincrease and there was never

virgingottill virginity was first lost. That you were made

of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost

may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is ever lost:

'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!

Hel.I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die avirgin.

Hel.I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die a

virgin.

Par.There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the ruleof nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse130yourmothers;which is most infallible disobedience.Hethat hangs himself is a virgin: virginity murders itself; andshould be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as adesperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and135so dies with feedinghisown stomach. Besides, virginity ispeevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the mostinhibitedsin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choosebut lose by 't: out with 't! withinten yearit will makeitself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal140itself not much the worse: away with 't!

Par.There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the rule

of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse

yourmothers;which is most infallible disobedience.He

that hangs himself is a virgin: virginity murders itself; and

should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a

desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,

much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and

so dies with feedinghisown stomach. Besides, virginity is

peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the mostinhibited

sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose

but lose by 't: out with 't! withinten yearit will make

itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal

itself not much the worse: away with 't!

Hel.How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?

Par.Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'eritlikes.'Tisa commodity will lose the gloss with lying; thelonger kept, the less worth: off with 't while 'tis vendible;145answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier,wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable:just like the brooch and the tooth-pick, whichwearnot now.Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than inyour cheek: and your virginity, your old virginity, is like150one of our French withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily;marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry,yet'tis a withered pear: will you any thing with it?

Par.Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'erit

likes.'Tisa commodity will lose the gloss with lying; the

longer kept, the less worth: off with 't while 'tis vendible;

answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier,

wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable:

just like the brooch and the tooth-pick, whichwearnot now.

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in

your cheek: and your virginity, your old virginity, is like

one of our French withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily;

marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry,

yet'tis a withered pear: will you any thing with it?

Hel.Notmy virginity yet....Thereshallyour master have a thousand loves,155A motherand a mistress and a friend,A phœnix, captainand an enemy,A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;Hishumbleambition, proud humility,160His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,His faith, his sweet disaster; with a worldOfpretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shallhe—I know not what he shall. God send him well!165The court's alearning place, and he is one—

Hel.Notmy virginity yet....

Thereshallyour master have a thousand loves,

A motherand a mistress and a friend,

A phœnix, captainand an enemy,

A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,

A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;

Hishumbleambition, proud humility,

His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,

His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world

Ofpretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,

That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shallhe—

I know not what he shall. God send him well!

The court's alearning place, and he is one—

Par.What one, i' faith?

Hel.That I wish well. 'Tispity—

Par.What's pity?

Hel.That wishing well had not a body in't,170Which might be felt; that we,thepoorer born,Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,Might with effects of them follow our friends,And show what we alone must think, which neverReturns us thanks.

Hel.That wishing well had not a body in't,

Which might be felt; that we,thepoorer born,

Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,

Might with effects of them follow our friends,

And show what we alone must think, which never

Returns us thanks.

EnterPage.

175Page.Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.[Exit.

Page.Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.

[Exit.

Par.Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, Iwill think of thee at court.

Par.Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, I

will think of thee at court.

Hel.Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitablestar.

Hel.Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable

star.

180Par.Under Mars, I.

Par.Under Mars, I.

Hel.I especially think, under Mars.

Par.Why under Mars?

Hel.Thewars haveso kept you under, that you mustneeds be born under Mars.

Hel.Thewars haveso kept you under, that you must

needs be born under Mars.

185Par.When he was predominant.

Par.When he was predominant.

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

Par.Why think you so?

Hel.You go so much backward when you fight.

Par.That's for advantage.

190Hel.So isrunning away, when fear proposes the safety:but the composition that your valour and fearmakesin youis a virtue of a goodwing, and I like the wear well.

Hel.So isrunning away, when fear proposes the safety:

but the composition that your valour and fearmakesin you

is a virtue of a goodwing, and I like the wear well.

Par.I am so full ofbusinesses, I cannot answer theeacutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my195instructionshall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt becapableof acourtier's counsel, and understand what adviceshall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness,and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. Whenthou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none,200remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and usehim as he uses thee: so, farewell.[Exit.

Par.I am so full ofbusinesses, I cannot answer thee

acutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my

instructionshall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be

capableof acourtier's counsel, and understand what advice

shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness,

and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When

thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none,

remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use

him as he uses thee: so, farewell.[Exit.

Hel.Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated skyGives us free scope; only doth backward pull205Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.What power is it which mounts my love so high;Thatmakes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?The mightiest spacein fortune nature bringsTo join like likes and kiss like native things.210Impossible be strange attempts to thoseThat weigh their pains in sense, and do supposeWhathath been cannot be: who ever stroveTo show her merit, that did miss her love?The king's disease—my project may deceive me,215But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.[Exit.

Hel.Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,

Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky

Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull

Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.

What power is it which mounts my love so high;

Thatmakes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?

The mightiest spacein fortune nature brings

To join like likes and kiss like native things.

Impossible be strange attempts to those

That weigh their pains in sense, and do suppose

Whathath been cannot be: who ever strove

To show her merit, that did miss her love?

The king's disease—my project may deceive me,

But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.[Exit.

LINENOTES:

Act i. Scene i.]Actus Primus. Scæna Prima. Ff.Enter.... ]Enter yong Bertram, Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke. Ff.[1]Count.]Mother. Ff, and afterwards Mo.delivering]delivering upHanmer.disseveringWarburton.son from me,]son, for meorson, 'fore me, Becket conj.[3]And I in going, madam]F1.And in going MadamF2 F3 F4.And in going, madam, IRowe.[9]lack]slackTheobald (Warburton).[13]persecuted]prosecutedHanmer.[17]passage]prefaceHanmer.presageWarburton.pesageBecket conj.was] om. Collier (Collier MS.).[18]would]it wouldRowe,'t wouldSinger.[19]have]have hadHanmer.play]play'dWarburton.[29, 31, 52]Ber.]Ros. Ff.[35]hopes of her good that her]good hopes of her that herorhopes of her that her goodAnon. conj.[36]promises; her]Rowe.promises herFf.promises her;Pope.her dispositions]the honesty of her dispositionsStaunton conj.dispositions]dispositionRowe.[39]their]herHammer (Warburton).[41]from her tears]tears from herPope.[46]it be rather thought you]you be rather thought toHanmer.to have—] Ff.to have it.Warburton.have it.Capell.to have.Steevens.[48]lamentation]F1.lamentationsF2 F3 F4.[50]Count.]Hel. Tieck.be]be notTheobald (Warburton).[52, 53]Ber.Madam, ...Laf.How... ]Laf.How ...Ber.Madam, ... Theobald conj.[63]head]F1.handF2 F3 F4.Farewell, my lord:]Farewell my Lord,Ff.Farewel.—My lord Lafeu,Capell.Farewell. My lord,Steevens.[63-67] Hanmer ends the lines'tis an ... advise him ... attend ... Bertram.S. Walker would end themMy lord Lafeu, ... my lord ... that shall ... Bertram,readingcan'tforcannotin line 65.[64]Advise him.]Advise him you.Capell.[65-87]Laf.He cannot ... draw]Omitted in F4.[67]Heaven]May heavenHanmer.[68][To Helena] Rowe.[71]must hold]upholdRann (Mason conj.).[72][Exeunt...]Rowe. om. Ff.[73]Scene ii.Pope.[75]those I]they areHanmer.[77]in't but Bertram's]in it but my Bertram'sPope.in it, but of BertramCapell.in 't but only Bertram'sCollier (Collier MS.).[79]'Twere]F1 F2 F3.It werePope.[80]particular]F1 F2 F3.partic'larPope.[81]me:]Rowe.meF1 F2 F3.[84]The]Th'F1 F2 F3.[88]brows]browesF1 F2.arrowsF3 F4.[89]our]myCollier MS.[90]trick]traitBecket conj.[92]reliques]F1 F2.relickF3 F4.Enter Parolles.] Ff. Dyce transfers to line 99.[93][Aside] Edd.[95]solely]F3 F4.solieF1 F2.whollyHanmer.[97]steely]seelyWilliams conj.[98]Look]Rowe.LookesF1 F2.LooksF3 F4.i'the]in thePope.withal] om. Pope.[99]Cold]S. Walker conjectures that this is corrupt.folly] F3 F4.follieF1 F2.[100]Scene iii.Pope.Save]'SaveHanmer.[105]stain]strainHalliwell conj.[107]barricado]Rowe.barracedoF1.barrocadoF2 F3 F4.[107-109]him?Par.Keep him out.Hel.But]him to keep him out? forHanmer.[109]assails]assails usS. Walker conj.[109, 110]valiant, in the defence yet]Ff.valiant in the defence, yetSteevens.[110]to us]F1.usF2 F3 F4.[112]sitting]Johnson.settingFf.[114]Bless]'BlessCapell conj. MS.[121]rational]nationalHanmer (Theobald conj.).naturalAnon. ap. Halliwell conj.[122]got]F2 F3 F4.goeF1.[130]mothers]motherRowe.[130, 131]He ... is]He ... is likeHanmer.As he ... so isWarburton.[135]his]itsRowe.on itsHanmer.[137]inhibited]F1.inhabitedF2 F3 F4.prohibitedPope.[138, 139]ten year ... ten,]ten years ... tenHanmer.ten yeare ... twoF1.ten yeares ... twoF2 F3.ten years ... twoF4.two years ... twoCollier, ed. 2 (Steevens conj.).ten years ... twelveTollet conj.ten months ... twoSinger (Malone conj.).one year ... twoGrant White.the year ... twoAnon. conj.[142, 143]it likes]likes itS. Walker conj.[143]'Tis]And 'tisHanmer.[147]wear]Capell.wereFf.we wearRowe.[152]yet]yes,Hanmer.will you]will you doCollier MS.with it?]with me?Johnson conj.with us?Tyrwhitt conj.with it? I am now bound for the court.Malone conj.with it? We are for the Court.Staunton conj.[153]Not]Not withCollier MS.yet.]yet. You're for the Court:Hanmer.See note (ii).[153, 154]Not ... your]No!—my virginity! yet There shall itsJackson conj.[154]shall]shouldSteevens conj.[155]A mother]AnotherRowe (ed. 2).[156-163]A phœnix ... shall he]Put in brackets as spurious by Warburton.[156]captain]captorAnon. conj.[159]humble]F1.humblestF2 F3 F4.[162]pretty]pettyHarness.fond, adoptious]fond-adoptiousS. Walker conj.[163]he—]Rowe.he:Ff.[165]learning place]learning-placeSteevens.one—] Rowe.one.Ff.[167]pity—]Rowe.pitty.F1 F2 F3.pity.F4.[168]Par.What's pity?]Omitted in Pope (ed. 2).[170]the]F1. om. F2 F3 F4.[176]Exit.] Theobald.[183]wars have]Pope.warres hathF1 F2.waters hathF3 F4.waters haveRowe.[190]So ... safety]Printed as two lines in Ff, the first endingaway.the safety]safetyF3 F4.[191]makes]makeHanmer.[192]wing]mingWarburton.I like the wear]is like to wearMason conj.[193]businesses]F1 F2 F3.businessF4.businesses, asTheobald.[195]instruction]instrumentRowe (ed. 2).[196]of a]F1.of theF2 F3 F4.ofPope.[202]Scene iv.Pope.[207]That]WhichCapell.[208]The mightiest space]The mighty and baseMason conj.The wid'st apartStaunton conj.fortune nature]nature fortuneMalone conj. (withdrawn).brings]springsAnon. (Fras. Mag.) conj.[208, 209]The ... To join like likes]Through ... Likes to join likesJohnson conj.The ... Like to join like LongMS.[212]hath been cannot be]hath not been ca'nt beHanmer.ha'nt been cannot beMason conj.n'ath been cannot beStaunton conj.[214]The king's disease—]Rowe. (The Kings disease) Ff.

Act i. Scene i.]Actus Primus. Scæna Prima. Ff.

Enter.... ]Enter yong Bertram, Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke. Ff.

[1]Count.]Mother. Ff, and afterwards Mo.

delivering]delivering upHanmer.disseveringWarburton.

son from me,]son, for meorson, 'fore me, Becket conj.

[3]And I in going, madam]F1.And in going MadamF2 F3 F4.And in going, madam, IRowe.

[9]lack]slackTheobald (Warburton).

[13]persecuted]prosecutedHanmer.

[17]passage]prefaceHanmer.presageWarburton.pesageBecket conj.

was] om. Collier (Collier MS.).

[18]would]it wouldRowe,'t wouldSinger.

[19]have]have hadHanmer.

play]play'dWarburton.

[29, 31, 52]Ber.]Ros. Ff.

[35]hopes of her good that her]good hopes of her that herorhopes of her that her goodAnon. conj.

[36]promises; her]Rowe.promises herFf.promises her;Pope.

her dispositions]the honesty of her dispositionsStaunton conj.

dispositions]dispositionRowe.

[39]their]herHammer (Warburton).

[41]from her tears]tears from herPope.

[46]it be rather thought you]you be rather thought toHanmer.

to have—] Ff.to have it.Warburton.have it.Capell.to have.Steevens.

[48]lamentation]F1.lamentationsF2 F3 F4.

[50]Count.]Hel. Tieck.

be]be notTheobald (Warburton).

[52, 53]Ber.Madam, ...Laf.How... ]Laf.How ...Ber.Madam, ... Theobald conj.

[63]head]F1.handF2 F3 F4.

Farewell, my lord:]Farewell my Lord,Ff.Farewel.—My lord Lafeu,Capell.Farewell. My lord,Steevens.

[63-67] Hanmer ends the lines'tis an ... advise him ... attend ... Bertram.S. Walker would end themMy lord Lafeu, ... my lord ... that shall ... Bertram,readingcan'tforcannotin line 65.

[64]Advise him.]Advise him you.Capell.

[65-87]Laf.He cannot ... draw]Omitted in F4.

[67]Heaven]May heavenHanmer.

[68][To Helena] Rowe.

[71]must hold]upholdRann (Mason conj.).

[72][Exeunt...]Rowe. om. Ff.

[73]Scene ii.Pope.

[75]those I]they areHanmer.

[77]in't but Bertram's]in it but my Bertram'sPope.in it, but of BertramCapell.in 't but only Bertram'sCollier (Collier MS.).

[79]'Twere]F1 F2 F3.It werePope.

[80]particular]F1 F2 F3.partic'larPope.

[81]me:]Rowe.meF1 F2 F3.

[84]The]Th'F1 F2 F3.

[88]brows]browesF1 F2.arrowsF3 F4.

[89]our]myCollier MS.

[90]trick]traitBecket conj.

[92]reliques]F1 F2.relickF3 F4.

Enter Parolles.] Ff. Dyce transfers to line 99.

[93][Aside] Edd.

[95]solely]F3 F4.solieF1 F2.whollyHanmer.

[97]steely]seelyWilliams conj.

[98]Look]Rowe.LookesF1 F2.LooksF3 F4.

i'the]in thePope.

withal] om. Pope.

[99]Cold]S. Walker conjectures that this is corrupt.

folly] F3 F4.follieF1 F2.

[100]Scene iii.Pope.

Save]'SaveHanmer.

[105]stain]strainHalliwell conj.

[107]barricado]Rowe.barracedoF1.barrocadoF2 F3 F4.

[107-109]him?Par.Keep him out.Hel.But]him to keep him out? forHanmer.

[109]assails]assails usS. Walker conj.

[109, 110]valiant, in the defence yet]Ff.valiant in the defence, yetSteevens.

[110]to us]F1.usF2 F3 F4.

[112]sitting]Johnson.settingFf.

[114]Bless]'BlessCapell conj. MS.

[121]rational]nationalHanmer (Theobald conj.).naturalAnon. ap. Halliwell conj.

[122]got]F2 F3 F4.goeF1.

[130]mothers]motherRowe.

[130, 131]He ... is]He ... is likeHanmer.As he ... so isWarburton.

[135]his]itsRowe.on itsHanmer.

[137]inhibited]F1.inhabitedF2 F3 F4.prohibitedPope.

[138, 139]ten year ... ten,]ten years ... tenHanmer.ten yeare ... twoF1.ten yeares ... twoF2 F3.ten years ... twoF4.two years ... twoCollier, ed. 2 (Steevens conj.).ten years ... twelveTollet conj.ten months ... twoSinger (Malone conj.).one year ... twoGrant White.the year ... twoAnon. conj.

[142, 143]it likes]likes itS. Walker conj.

[143]'Tis]And 'tisHanmer.

[147]wear]Capell.wereFf.we wearRowe.

[152]yet]yes,Hanmer.

will you]will you doCollier MS.

with it?]with me?Johnson conj.with us?Tyrwhitt conj.with it? I am now bound for the court.Malone conj.with it? We are for the Court.Staunton conj.

[153]Not]Not withCollier MS.

yet.]yet. You're for the Court:Hanmer.See note (ii).

[153, 154]Not ... your]No!—my virginity! yet There shall itsJackson conj.

[154]shall]shouldSteevens conj.

[155]A mother]AnotherRowe (ed. 2).

[156-163]A phœnix ... shall he]Put in brackets as spurious by Warburton.

[156]captain]captorAnon. conj.

[159]humble]F1.humblestF2 F3 F4.

[162]pretty]pettyHarness.

fond, adoptious]fond-adoptiousS. Walker conj.

[163]he—]Rowe.he:Ff.

[165]learning place]learning-placeSteevens.

one—] Rowe.one.Ff.

[167]pity—]Rowe.pitty.F1 F2 F3.pity.F4.

[168]Par.What's pity?]Omitted in Pope (ed. 2).

[170]the]F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[176]Exit.] Theobald.

[183]wars have]Pope.warres hathF1 F2.waters hathF3 F4.waters haveRowe.

[190]So ... safety]Printed as two lines in Ff, the first endingaway.

the safety]safetyF3 F4.

[191]makes]makeHanmer.

[192]wing]mingWarburton.

I like the wear]is like to wearMason conj.

[193]businesses]F1 F2 F3.businessF4.businesses, asTheobald.

[195]instruction]instrumentRowe (ed. 2).

[196]of a]F1.of theF2 F3 F4.ofPope.

[202]Scene iv.Pope.

[207]That]WhichCapell.

[208]The mightiest space]The mighty and baseMason conj.The wid'st apartStaunton conj.

fortune nature]nature fortuneMalone conj. (withdrawn).

brings]springsAnon. (Fras. Mag.) conj.

[208, 209]The ... To join like likes]Through ... Likes to join likesJohnson conj.The ... Like to join like LongMS.

[212]hath been cannot be]hath not been ca'nt beHanmer.ha'nt been cannot beMason conj.n'ath been cannot beStaunton conj.

[214]The king's disease—]Rowe. (The Kings disease) Ff.

Flourish of cornets.Enter theKing of Francewith letters, and divers Attendants.

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