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nious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.
[Exit Clown. Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched.
Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for you: Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business.
Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single word.
Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't; save your word.
Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
Laf. You beg more than one word then.-Cox' my passion! give me your hand:-How does your drum?
Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me.
Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee.
Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace, for you did bring me out.
Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the devil? one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Trumpets sound.] The king's coming, I know by his trumpets. — Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you.
save your word.] i. e. you need not ask ;-here it is. you shall eat;] Parolles has many of the lineaments of
A Room in the Countess's Palace.
Enter King, Countess, Lapeu, Lords,
King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem
'Tis past, my liege:
My honour'd lady,
This I must say,
Falstaff, and seems to be the character which Shakspeare delighted to draw, a fellow that had more wit than virtue. Though justice required that he should be detected and exposed, yet his vices sit so fit in him that he is not at last suffered to starve. JOHNSON.
-esteem-] Meaning that his esteem was lessened in its value by Bertram's misconduct; since a person who was honoured with it could be so ill treated as Helena had been, and that with impunity.
- home.] That is, completely, in its full extent.
Of richest eyes;' whose words all ears took captive;
Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him
I shall, my liege.
[Exit Gentleman. King. What says he to your daughter? have you
spoke? Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters
sent me, That set him high in fame.
He looks well on't.
i Of richest eyes ;] Shakspeare means that her beauty had astonished those, who, having seen the greatest number of fair women, might be said to be the richest in ideas of beauty,
- the first view shall kill
All repetition:] The first interview shall put an end to all recollection of the past. Shakspeare is now hastening to the end of the play, finds his matter sufficient to fill up his remaining scenes, and therefore, as on such other occasions, contracts his dialogue and precipitates his action. Decency required that Ber. tram's double crime of cruelty and disobedience, joined likewise with some hypocrisy, should raise more resentment; and that though his mother might easily forgive him, his king should more pertinaciously vindicate his own authority and Helen's merit. Of all this Shakspeare could not be ignorant, but Shakspeare wanted to conclude his play. Johnson.
King. I am not a day of season,
My high-repented blames,
All is whole;
Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first
myself, Since I have lost, have lov’d, was in mine eye The dust that did offend it. k'ing.
Well excus'd: That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away From the great compt: But love, that comes too
late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
· I am not a day of season,] That is, of uninterrupted rain: one of those wet days that usually happen about the vernal equinox.
* My high-repented blames,] High-repented blames, are faults repented of to the height, to the utmost. VOL. III.
To the great sender turns a sour offence,
ven, bless! Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's
Hers it was not.
eye, While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't. This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help, that by this token I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her Of what should stead her most? Ber,
My gracious sovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never hers. Count.
Son, on my life,