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E'er twice in Murk and Occidental Damp,
King. Upon thy Certainty and Confidence,
Hel. Tax of Impudence,
King. Methinks in thee some blessed Spirit doth speak
Hel. If I break Time, or flinch in Property
King. Make thy Demand.
Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand,
King. Here is my hand, the Premises observ’d,
[Excunt. Enter Countess and Clown. Count. Come on, Sir, I Mall now put you to the height of your breeding.
Clown. I will thew my self highly fed, and lowly taught; I know my Business is but to the Court!
Count. To the Court, why what place make you fpecial, when you put off that with fuch Contempt'; but to the Court?
Clo. Truly, Madam, if God have lent a Man any Manners, he may easily put it off at Court: He that cannot make a Leg, put off's Cap, kiss his Hand, and say nothing, has neither Leg, Hards, Lip, nor Cap; and indeed such a Fellow, to say precisely, were not for the Court; but for me, I have an Answer will serve all Men.
Count. Marry that's a bountiful Answer that fits all Que stions,
Clo. It is like a Barber's Chair, that fits all Buttocks, the pin Buttock, the quatch Buttock, the brawn Buttock, or any Buttock. Count. Will
Answer serve fit to all Questions? Clo. As fit as ten Groats is for the Hand of an Attorney, as your French Crown for your Taffary Punk, as Tib's Rush for Tom's Fore-finger, as a Pancake for Shrove! uesday, a Morris for May-day, as the Nail to his hole, the Cuckold to his Horn, as a scolding Quean to a wrangling Knave, as the Nun's Lip to the Friar's Mouth, nay, as the Pudding to his Skin.
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all Questions?
Clo. From below your Duke, to bencath your Constable, it will fit any Question.
Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, that muft fit all Demands.
Clo. But a Trifle neither in good faith, if the Learned should speak truth of it: Here it is, and all that belongs to't. Ask me if I am a Courtier, it ihall do you no harm to learn.
Count. To be young again, if we could : I will be a Fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, Sir, are you a Courtier?
Clo. O Lord, Sirathere's a simple putting off: More, more, a hundred of them.
Count. Sir, I am a poor Friend of your’s, that loves you.
Clo. O Lord, Sinay put me to't, I warrant you.
Count. Do you cry, O Lord, Sir, at your whipping, and spare not me ? Indeed, your O Lord Sir, is very sequent to your whipping : You would answer very well to a whipping if you were but bound to’t.
Clo. Í ne'er had worse luck in my Life, in my, O Lord Sir; I see things may serve long, and not serve ever.
Count. I play the noble Huswife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a Fool.
Clo. O Lord, Sir-why there't serves well again.
Count. An end, Sir, to your Business: Give Hellen this,
Clo. Not much Commendation to them.
Clo. Most fruitfully, I am there before my Legs.
natural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make Trifles of Terrors, 'ensconfing our felves into seeming Knowledge, when we should fubmit our felves to an unknown Fear.
Par. Why 'tis the rarest Argument of wonder, that hath shot out in our latter times.
Ber. And so’ris. .
Par. It is indeed, if you will have it in the Thewing, you shall read it in what do you call there.
Laf. A Thewing of a heav'nly Effe& in an earthly A&or.
Laf. Why your Dolphin is not lustier: For me, I speak in respect
Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it, and he's of a most facinerious Spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the
Laf. Very hand of Heav'n.
Par. And debile Minister, great Power, great Transcen-
Enter King, Helena, and Attendants,
Par. Mor du Vinaigre, is not this Hellen?
King. Go call before me all the Lords in Court.
Enter three or four Lords.
Hel. To each of you, one fair and virtuous Mistress
Laf. I'd give Bay Curral, and his Furniture,
King. Peruse them well:
[She addresses her self to a Lord.
King. Make choice and fee,
Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly,
i Lord. And grant it.
Laf. I had rather be in this Choice, than throw
Hel. The Honour, Sir, that flames in your fair Eyes, Before I speak, too threatningly replies: