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Balt, I, he; do you know him?

Or supple your try'd temper with soft Fal. Know him ! O yes, he's an excellent

phrases;

ment; brave soldier.

True friendship lothes such oily coinpiiBalt. I, so they say ; but one of the But from the abundance of that love that most vain-glorious men in Europe.

flows

[forc'a. Val. He is indeed marry exceeding Through all my spirits, is my speech en valiant.

Ang. Before your lordship do proceed Seb. And that is rare.

too far, Balth. What?

Let me be bold to intimate thus much, Seb. Why, to see a vain-glorious man That whatsoe'er your wisdom hath t'expose, raliant.

Be it the weightiest and most rich ailuir Val. Well, he is so, I assure you.

That ever was included in your breast,
Enter Juniper.

My faith shall poise it, if not-
Pau. O no more.

(sweet effects, Junip. What no farther yet! come on, Those words have wrapt me with their you precious rascal, Sir Valentine, I'll give So freely breath'd, and so responsible you a health i' faith; for the heavens, you To that which I endeavour'd to extract, mad Capricio, hold hook and line.

Arguing a happy mixture of our souls.

Ang. Why, were there no such symp3SCENE IV.

thy, sweet lord, Enter lord Paulo Ferneze, his boy following

Yet the impressure of those ample favours

I have deriv'd from your unmatched spirit, him.

Would bind my faith to all observances. Pau. Boy.

Pau. How ! favours, Angelo ! O speak Det Boy. My lord.

of them,

(merit. Pau. Sirrah, go up to signior Angelo, They are mere paintings, and import os And pray him, it he can, devise some means Looks iny love well? thereon my hopes To leave my father, and come speak with

are plac'd ;

[l.

Faith, that is bought with favours, canuct Boy. I will, my lord.

[event, Pau. Well, heaven be auspicious in the

Enter Boy. For I do this against my genius,

Boy. My lord. And yet my thoughts cannot propose a

Puu. How now? [house within; reason,

Boy. You are sought for all about lix Why I should fear or faint thus in my hopes, The count your father calls for you. Of one so much endeared to my love.

Pau. God! Some spark it is, kindled within the soul, What cross events do meet my purposes? Whose light yet breaks not to the outer Now will be violently fret and grieve sense,

That I am absent. Boy, say I come pre That propagates this timorous suspect;

sently.

[Erit B His actions never carried any face

Sweet Angelo, I cannot now insist Of change, or weakness; then I injure him Upon particulars, I must serve the time, In being thus cold conceited of his faith. The main of all this is, I am in love. (), here he comes.

Ang. Why starts your lordship?

Pau. I thought I heard my father Enter Angelo.

coming hitherward, list, ha? Ang. How now, sweet lord, what's the Ang. I hear not any thing, it was but matter?

your imagination sure. Pau. Good faith his presence makes me Pau. No? half asham'd

(self. Ang. No, I assure yoor lordship. Of my stray'd thoughts. Boy, bestow your- Pru. I would work safely. [then

[Exit Boy.

Ang. Why has he no knowledge of it Where is my father, signior Angelo?

Pau. O no; Ang. Marry in the gallery, where your No creature yet partakes it but yourself lordship left him.

In a third person, and believe me, friend, Pau. That's well. Then, Angelo, I will 'l he world contains not now another spirt, be brief,

To whom I would reveal it. Hark! hark! Since time forbids the use of circumstance. ( Servants within.) Signior Paulo ! lord Ferllow well you are receiv'd in my affection,

neze!

[slaves Let it appear by this one instance only, Ang. A pox upon those brazen-throated That now I will deliver to your trust What are they mad, trow? The dearest secrets, treasur'd in my bosom. Pau. Alas, blame not them, Dear Angelo, you are not every man, Their services are (clock-like) to be set But one, whom my election hath design'd, Backward and forward, at their lore's com. As the true proper object of my soul.

mand.

(hunrout I urge not this t'insinuate my desest, You know my father's wayward, and his

Must not receive a check; for then all objects the blue order": I know not how it may
Feed both his grief and his impatience. shew now I am in black; but
And those affections in him are like powder, Count. What's that you inutter, sir : will
Apt to enflame with every little spark,

you proceed?
And blow up reason; therefore, Angelo, Oni. An't like your good lordship.
peace.

[in the garden? Count. Yet more; god's precious !
Count. Why this is rare, is be not Oni. What, do not this like himn neither ?
Within. Chr. I know not, my lord.

Count. What say you, sir knare?
Count. See, call him.

Oni. Marry I say your lordship were best Pau. He is coming this way, let's withi. to set me to school again, to learn how to draw a little.

[Exeunt.

deliver a message. Servants zvithin.

Count. What do you take exceptions at Signior Paulo! lord Ferncze ! lord Paulo!

me then ?

Oni. Exception ! I take no exceptions ; SCENE V..

but by god's so your humours

Count. Go to, you are a rascal, hold your Enter count Ferneze, Maximilian, Aurelia,

tongue. Phænirella, Sebastian, Balthasar.

Oni. Your lordship's poor servant, I. Count. Where should he be, trow? did Count. Tempt not my patience. mit you look in the armory?

Oni. Why I hope I am no spirit, am I? Seb. No, my lord.

Mar. My lord, command your steward Count. No, why there; O who would to correct the slave. keep such drones?

Oni. Correct him! 'sblood come you and [Exeunt Sebastian and Balthasar. correct him, and you have a mind to it. Enter Martino.

Correct himn ! that's a good jest, i' faith : the Ilow now, have you found him ?

steward and you both come and correct Alart. No, my lord.

him. Count. No, my lord ! I shall have shortly Count. Nay, sce, away with him; pull all my family

his cloth over his ears. EF Speak nought but, No, my lord. Where Oni. Cloth! tell me of your cloth, here's is Christophero?

your cloth; nay, and I mourn a minute Enter Christophero.

longer, I am the rottenest Onion that ever Look how be stands ! you sleepy knave, spake with a tongue. [They thrust him out.

[Exit Martino. Mar. What call you your hind, count What is he not in the garden?

Ferneze?
Chr. No, my good lord.

Count. His name is Onion, signior.
Count. Your good lord ? O how this Mar. I thought him some such saucy
smells of fennel ;

coinpanion.
You have been in the garden it appears : Count. Signior Maximilian.
well, well.

Mar. Sweet lord.
Enter Sebastian, Balthasar.

Count. Let me intreat you, you would
Balth. We cannot find him, my lord.

not regard
Seb. He is not in the armory.

Any contempt flowing from such a spirit,
Count. He is not, he is no where, is he? So rude, so barbarous.
Alar. Count Ferneze.

Mar. Most noble count, under your
Count. Signior.

favour-
Mar. Preserve your patience, honourable Count. Why I'll tell you, signior,
count,

He'll bandy with me word for word; nay
Count. Patience!

more, A saint would lose his patience, to be crost Put me to silence, strike nie perfect dumb), As I am, with a sort of motly brains,

And so amaze me, that oft-time I know not See, see, how like a nest of rooks they stand Whether to check or cherish his presumpEnier Onion.

tion ; Caping at one another! Now, Diligence, Therefore, good signiorwhat news bring you?

Mar. Sweet lord, satisfy yourself, I am Oni. An't please your honour.

not now to learn how to inanage my affecCount. Tui, tut,' leave pleasing of my tions; I have observed and know the difhoncur, Diligence, you double with me, ference between a base wretch and a true

man; I can distinguish them ; the properly Oni. How! does he find fault with please of the wretch is, he would hurt, and canhis honour? 'Swounds it has begun a ser- not; of the man, he can hurt, and will

not. ving-man's speech ever since I belonged to

2 Ever since I belonged to the BLUE ORDER.), i. e. Ever since I have been a sertant. Blue coats were the usual livery of servants, and anciçntly a blue hood was the customary anark of guilt.

come.

Cerunt. Go to my n.erry daughter; 0 Be your fortunes, as yourselves, fair. Come, these locks

let us to horse, Agree well with your habit, do they not? Count Ferneze, I bear a spirit full of thanks Enter Juniper.

for all your honourable courtesies. Junip. Tut, let me alone.

By your

Count. Sir, I couid wish the number and favour, this is the gentleman, I think i sir, value of them more, in respect of yout you appear to be an honourable gentlemen, deservings. But, signior Maximilian, I I understand, and could wish (for mine own pray you a word in private. part) that things were conden't otherwise Aur. I faith, brother, you are fitted for 3 than they are: but (the world knows) a general yonder. Besbrei my heart (if I toolish fellow, somewhat proclive and hasty, had Fortunatus' hat here) and I would not he did it is a prejudicate humour; marry wish myself a man, and go with you, only now, upon beiter computation, he wanes, t'enjoy his presence. hc mets, his poor eyes are in a cold sweat. Pau. Why do you love him so well, Right noble signior, you can have but com- sister? punction ; I love the man, tender your dur. No, by my troth ; but I hare suci compassion.

an odd pretty apprehension of his humour, Alar. Doth any man here understand methinks, that I am e'en tickled with the this fellow?

conceit of it. Junip. O god, sir, I may say frustra to O he is a fine man. the comprehension of your intellection. Ang. And methinks another inay be ž Jur. Before the lord, he speaks all fine as he riddle, I think.

ur. 0 Ingelo! do you think I do urge I must have a comment, ere I can conceive my comparison against you? no, I am bin).

soʻill bred as to be a depraver of your Count. Why he sucs to have his fellow worthiness: believe me, if I had not sent Onion pardon'd,

hope of your abiding with us, I should And you must grant it, signior.

never desire to go out of black whils i Jär. O with all my soul, my lord; is lived; but learn to speak i’ the nose, ar! that his motion ?

turn puritan presently: Junip. I, sir, and we shall retort these ring. I thank you, lady, I know you can. kind favours with all alacrity of spirit we flout. can, sir, as may be most expedient, as well Aur. Come, do you take it so? I fac. for the quality as the cause; till when, in you wrong me. spite of this compliment, I rest a poor Franc. I, but madam, cobler, servant to iny honourable lord here, Thus to disclaini in all the effects of pleasure. your friend and Juniper.

[Erit. Niay make your sadness seem so muc Mar. How, Juniper !

ailected, Count. I, signior.

And then the proper grace of it is lost. Mlar. Ile is a sweet youth, his tongue Phan. Indeed, sir, if I did put on this has a happy turn when he sleeps.

sadness Enter Paulo Fernete, Francisco Colonia, Only abroad, and in society, Angelo, Valentine.

And were in private merry, and quos Count. I, for then it rests. O, sir, you're

humour'd, welcome :

last : Then might it seem ailected, and abhor's; Why God be thanked, you are found at But as any looks appear, such is my spira, Signior Colonia, truly you are welcome, Drown'd up with confluence of grief ara I am glad to see you, sir, so well return’d.

melancholy, Frunc. I gladly thank your honour; That, like to rivers, run through all ry Yet indeed I'm sorry for such cause of

veins, heaviness

Quenching the pride and fervour of my As has possest your lordship in my absence.

blood. Count. O francisco, you knew her what llar. My honourable lord, no more.

There is the honour of my blood engagu Franc. She was a wise and honourable For your son's safety. Jacly:

Count. Signior, blame nie not Count. I, was she not? well, weep not, For tending his security so much; she is gone.

[of oire. He is mine only son, and that word only T'assion's dull'd eye can make two griefs Ilath, with its strong and repercussive sound, liliom death marks out, virtue nor blood Struck my heart cold, and given it a deep can save;

wound. Princes, as beggars, all must feed the grave. Jlar. Why but stay, I bescech you, bad

Mar. Are your horse ready, lord Paulo: your lordship ever any more sons than this: l'au. I, signior, they stay for us at the gate. Count. Why have not you known it, Ulur. Well, 'tis good. Ladies, I will

Maximilian? tahe iny leave of you,

Max. Let my sword fail me then

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Count. I had one other, younger born Pau. I, my sweet Rachei,
than this,

Ang. Before god she is a sweet wench. STEL, 1107:"By twice so many hours as would fill

Pau. Rachel, I hope I shall not need to COMO The circle of a year, his name Camillo,

urge Si, 1 t. 5. Whom in that black and fearful night I lost, The sacred purity of our affects, PRET :('Tis now a nineteen years agone at least,

As if it hung in trial or suspence ; Ex: "And yet the memory of it siis as fresh Since in our hearts, and by our inutual vows, We Within my brain as 'twere but yesterday) It is confirm’d and seal'd in sight of heaven.

It was the night wherein the great Chamont, Nay, do not weep; why stare you? fear mala. Bez The general for France, surpriz'd Vicenza ;

not, love, ***** Haber - Methinks the horror of that clamorous shout Your father cannot be return'd so soon. Tallis soldiers gave when they attain'd the I prithet do not look so heavily ; wall,

Thou shalt want nothing. 65. Yet tingles in mine ears : methinks I see Rach. No! is your presence nothing ?

With what aniazed looks, distracted thoughts, I shall want that, and wanting that, want av mit And minds confus'd, we, that were citizens, Confronted one another; every street

For that is all to me.
Was hill'd with bitter self-tormenting cries,

Pau. Content thee, sweet,
And happy was that foot that first could I have made choice here of a constant friend,
press

This gentleman; on whose zealous love The flow'ry champain, bordering on Verona. I do repose more, than on all the world, llere I (employ'd about my dear wife's Thy beauteous self excepted ; and to him safety,

llave I committed my dear care of thee, Whose soul is now in peace) lost my Camillo, As to my genius, or ny other soul. til Who sure was murder'd by the barbarous Receive him, gentie love, and what defects soldiers,

[great, My absence proves, his presence shall supOr else I should have heard---my heart is

ply:
Sorrow is faint, and passion makes me sweat. The time is envious of our longer stay.

Max. Grieve not, sweet Count, com- Farewell, dear Rachel.
fort your spirits, you have a son, a noble Rach. Most dear lord, adieu,

gentleman, he stands in the face of honour; Heaven and honour crown your deeds and
for his safety let that he no question; I am

you.

[Exit Puchel. master of my fortune, and he shall share Paul. l'aith tell me, Angelo, how dost Farewell, my honourable lord :

thou like her?
ladies, once
more adieu.

For yourself, Ang. Troth, well, my lord; but shall I madam, you are a most rare creature, I tell

speak my mind? you so, be not proud of it, I love you. Pau. I prithee do. Come, lord Paulo, to horse.

Ang. She is deriv’d too meanly to be Pau. Adien, good signior Francisco;

wife per farewell, sister.

To such a noble person in my judgment. Sound a tucket, and as they puss every one Pau. Nay, then thy judgment is too svirally departs; Niaximilia't, Puulo

mcan, I fear: Ferneze, and Angelo remain.

Didst thou ne'er read, in difference of Ang. How shall we rid him hence?

good, Puu. Why well enough. Sweet signior 'Tis more to shine in virtue than in blood. Maximilian,

Ang. Come, you are so sententious, my I have some small occasion to stay,

lord,
If it may please you but take horse afore,

Enter Jaques.
I'll overtake you ere your troops be rang'd. Pau. Here comes her father. How dost
Jur. Your motion doth taste well ; lord

thou, good Jaques ?
Ferneze, I go.

Ang. God save thee, Jaques. [Erit Maximilian. Jug. What should this mean? Rachel, Puu. Now if my love, fair Rachel, were

[£.rit Jaques. so happy

Ang. 'Sblood how the poor slave looks, As to look forth. See fortune doth me grace

as though Enter: Rachel.

He bad been haunted by the spirit Lar,
Before I can demand. How now, love? Or seen the ghost of some great Satrapas
Where is your father ?

In an unsavory sheet.
Ruch. Gone abroad, my lord.

Puu. I inuse he spake not, belike he was
Pau. That's well.

amaz’il,
Ruch. I, but I fear he'll presently return. Coming so suddenly, and imprepared.
you now going, my most honour'd Well, let's go.

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It may be nature fashion'd this affection, Both in the child and her: but he's il bred

(dead. 1 That ransacks tombs, and doth deface de l'll therefore say no more, suppose the rest Here have I chang'd my turm, my name

and hers,
And live obscurely, to enjoy more sase

Enter Rachel
My dearest treasure : but I must abroad

Rachel !
Rach. What is your pleasure, sir?

Jag. Rachel, I inust abroad.
Lock thyself in, but yet take out the key,
That whosoever peeps in at the key-lole,
May yet imagine there is noue at home.

Rach. I will, sir.
Juq. But hark thee, Rachel, say a th.

should conic,
And miss the key, he would resolve indeed
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ther: Ope the door, Rachel ; set it open, dass...o But sit in it thyself, and talk aloud, As if there were some more in house vib Put out the fire, kill the chimney's heart

, That it may breathe no more than a dead man;

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SCENE I.

Enter Jaques, solus.
O now enough, my heart, beat now no

more, At least for this affright. What a cold sweat Flow'd o'er my biows, and over all my bo

som! Had I not reason? to behold my door Beset with unthrifts, and myself abroad? Why, Jaques ? was there nothing in the

house Worth a certinual eye, a vigilant thought, Whose head should never nod, wor eyes once wink?

[tbreadbare, Look on my coat, my thoughts, worn quite That time could never cover with a nap, And by it learn, never with knaps of sleep To smother your conceits of that you keep. But yet I marvel why these gallant youths Spoke me so fair, and I esteem'd a beggar? The end of flattery is gain or lechery: If they seek gain of nic, they think inc rich; But that they do not. For their other object, 'Tis in

my

handsome daughter, if it be : And, by your leave, her handsomeness may tell them

[ness My beggary counterfeits, and that her neatFlows from some store of wealth, that breaks my coffers

[breed; With this same engine, love to mine own But this is answer'd: Beggars will keep fine Their daughters, being fair, though them.

selves pine. Well, then it is for her; I, 'tis sure for lier, And I make her so brisk for one of them, That I might live alone once with my gold. O'tis a sweet companion, kind and true; A nan may trust it when his father cheats him,

[pelf! Brother, or friend, or wife. Owondrous That which makes all men false, is true itself.

[daughter; But now this maid is but suppos’d my For I being steward to a lord of France Of great estate and wealth, call'd lord Cha

mont, He gone into the wars, I stole his treasure; (But hcar not any thing) I stole his treasure, And this his daughter, being but two years

old, Because it lov'd me so, that it would leave The nurse herself, to come into mine arms, And had I left it, it would sure have dy’d. Now herein I was kind, and had a con

science; And since her lady-mother, that did die In child-bed of her, lov'd nie passing well,

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SCENE II. Enter Christophero, Juniper, and Onion Chr. What says my fellow Onion? com:

Oni. All of a house, sir, but not fellows you are my lord's steward: but I pray ! what think you of love, sir?

Chr. Of love, Onion! why it's a veryt. nourable huniour,

Oni. Nay, if it be but worshipful, I c not.

Junip. Go to, it's honourable, check out at the conceit of the gentleman.

Oni. But in truth, sir, you shall do well to think well of love: for it thinks well of you, in me, I assure you.

Chr. Gramercy, fellow Onion; I do tbizde well, thou art in love, art thou ?

Oni. Partly, sir; but I am asham'd to set wholly.

Chr. Well, I will further it in thee to 27) honest woman, or maiden, the best I cao.

Junip. Why now you come near him, sir, he doti vaile, he doth remunerate, le dots

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