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simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it ; and My husband hies him home; where, heaven aidcut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual And by the leave of my good lord the king, fing, succession for it perpetually.
We'll be, before our welcome. 1 Sold. What's his brother, the other captain Du- Wid.
Gentle madam, main ?
You never had a servant, to whose trust 2 Lord. Why does he ask him of me?
Your business was more welcome. 1 Sold. What's he?
Nor you, mistress, Par. E'en a crow of the same nest ; not altoge-Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour ther so great as the first in goodness, but greater a To recompense your love; doubt not, but heaven great deal in evil. He excels his brother for a cow | Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower, ard, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that As it hath fated her to be my motive is : In a retreat he out-runs any lackey; marry, in And helper to a husband. But O strange men ! coming on he has the cramp.
That can such sweet use make of what they hate. 1 Sold. If your life be saved, will you undertake When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts to betray the Florentine ?
Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, count With what it loaths, for that which is away : Rousillon.
But more of this hereafter :- You, Diana, 1 Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know Under my poor instructions yet must suffer his pleasure.
Something in my behalf. Par. I'll no more drumming ; a plague of all Dia,
Let death and honesty drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile Go with your impositions, I am yours the supposition of that lascivious young boy the Upon your will to suffer. count, have I run into this danger: Yet, who would Hel.
Yet, I pray you, have suspected an ambush where I was taken ? But with the word, the time will bring on summer,
Aside. Wher briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, 1 Sold. There is no remedy, sir, but you must And be as sweet as sharp. We must away ; die: the general says, you, that have so traitorously Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us : discovered the secrets of your army, and made such All's well that ends well : still the fine's the crown ; pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. the world for no honest use; therefore you must
[Breunt. die. Come, headsmen, off with his head.
Par. O Lord, sir ; let me live, or let me see my SCENE V.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's death!
Palace. 1 Sold. That shall you, and take your leave of all
Enter Countesa, Lafeu, and Clown. your friends.
[Unmuffling him. So, look about you ; Know you any here?
Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a Ber. Good morrow, noble captain.
snipt-taffata fellow there; whose villainous saffron 2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles.
would have made all the unbaked and doughy 1 Lord. God save you, noble captain.
youth of a nation in his colour : your daughter-in2 Lord, Captain, what greeting will you to my law had been alive at this hour; and your son here lord Lafeu ? I am for France.
at home more advanced by the king, than by that 1 Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy red-tailed humble-bee I speak of. of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count. I would, I had not known him ! it was count Rousillon ? an I were not a very coward, I'd the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that compel it of you ; but fare you well.
ever nature had praise for creating : if she had par. [Exeunt Bertram, Lords, &c. taken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans 1 Sold. You are undone, captain : all but your of a mother, I could not have owed her a more scarf, that has a knot on't yet.
rooted love. Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot ?
Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we 1 Sold. If you could find out a country where may pick a thousand salads, ere we light on such but women were that had received so much shame, another herb. you might begin an impudent nation. Fare you Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of well, sir; I am for France too; we shall speak of the salad, or, rather the herb of grace. you there.
[Erit. Laf. They are not salad-herbs, you knave, they Par. Yet am I thankful : if my heart were great, are nose-herbs. "Twould burst at this : Captain, I'll be no more; Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I have But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft
not much skill in grass. As captain shall, simply the thing I am
Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself; a knave Shall make me live. Who knows himself a brag- or a fool? Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass, [gart, Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a That every braggart shall be found an ass.
knave at a man's. Rust, sword ! cool, blushes ! and, Parolles, live 1 Laf. Your distinction ? Safest in shame ! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! Clo, I would cozen the man of his wife, and do There's place, and means, for every man alive. his service. I'll after them.
[Erit. Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed.
clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, SCENE IV. Florence, A Room in the Widow's to do her service. House.
Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana.
knave and fool.
Clo. At your service. Hel. That you may well perceive I have not Laf. No, no, no. wrong'd you,
Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve One of the greatest in the Christian world
as great a prince as you are. Shall be my surety ; 'fore whose throne, 'ti; needful, Laf. Who's that ? a Frenchman ? Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel :
Clo. Faith, sir, he has an English name; but bis Time was, I did him a desired office,
phisnomy is more hotter in France, than there. Dear almost as his life ; which gratitude
Laf. What prince is that ? Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth, Clo. The black prince, sir, alias, the prince of And answer, thanks : I duly am inform'd
darkness ; alias, the devil. His grace is at Marseilles ; to which place
Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee We have convenient convoy. You must know, not this to suggest thee from thy master thou I am supposed dead : the army breaking,
talkest of ; serve him still.
Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always
Enter a gentle Astringer. loved a great fire; and the master I speak of, ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of this man may help me to his majesty's ear, the world, let his nobility remain in his court. I If he would spend his power.-God save you, sir am for the house with the narrow gate, which 11 Gent. And you. take to be too little for pomp to enter : some, that Hel, Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. humble themselves, may; but the many will be Gent. I have been sometimes there. too chill and tender; and they'll be for the flowery Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen way, that leads to the broad gate, and the great From the report that goes upon your goodness; tire.
And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be a-weary of Which lay nice manners by, I put you to thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would The use of your own virtues, for the which not fall out with thee. Go thy ways; let my horses I shall continue thankful. be well looked to, without any tricks.
What's your will ? Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall Hel. That it will please you be jades' tricks; which are their own right by the To give this poor petition to the king; law of nature.
(Exit. And aid me with that store of power you have, Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy.
To come into his presence. Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made Gent. The king's not here. himself much sport out of him : by his authorityl Hel.
Not here, sir? he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for Gent.
Not, indeed : his sauciness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste runs where he will.
Than is his use. Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss : and I was Wid.
Lord, how we lose our pains ! about to tell you. Since I heard of the good lady's Hel. All's well that ends well ; yet ; death, and that my lord your son was upon his re- Though time seem so adverse, and means unfit. turn home, I moved the king my master, to speak I do beseech you, whither is he gone ? in the behalf of my daughter; which, in the mi- Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; nority of them both, his majesty, out of a self-gra-Whither I am going. cious remembrance, did first propose : his highness
I do beseech you, sir, hath promis'd me to do it: and, to stop up the Since you are like to see the king before me, displeasure he hath conceived against your son, Commend the paper to his gracious hand; there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship Which I presume, shall render you no blame, like it?
But rather make you thank your pains for it : Count. With very much content, my lord, and I | I will come after you, with what good speed wish it happily effected.
Our means will make us means. Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, Gent.
This I'll do for you. of as able body as when he numbered thirty; he | Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him
thank'd, that in such intelligence hath seldom failed. Whate'er falls more.-We must to horse again ;Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him Go, go, provide.
Exeunt. ere I die. I have letters, that my son will be here
SCENE II.-Rousillon. The inner Court of the to-night: I shall beseech your lordship, to remain
Countess's Palace. with me till they meet together. Laf. Madam, I was thinking, with what manners
Enter Clown and Parolles. I might safely be admitted. Count. You need but plead your honourable this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known
Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu privilege.
to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter ;
clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's but, I thank my God, it holds yet.
moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong
displeasure. Re-enter Clown.
Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a henceforth
if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will
eat no fish of fortune's buttering. patch of velvet on's face; whether there be a scar Prithee, allow the wind. under it, or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir; I batch of velvet. his left cheek is a cheek of two spake but by a metaphor. pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare.
| Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good stop my na
stop my nose; or against any man's metaphor. livery of honour; so, belike, is that.
Pr'ythee, get thee further. Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face.
Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper. Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you; I long Clo. Foh, pr'ythee, stand away ; A paper from to talk with the young noble soldier.
fortune's close-stool to give to a nobleman ! Look, Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate here he
ere's a dozen of 'em, with delicate here he comes himself. fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man.
cat, (but not a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the ACT V.
unclean fish-pond of her displeasure, and, as be
says, is muddied withal : Pray you, sir, use the SCENE I.-Marseilles. A Street,
carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two
ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his Attendants.
distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your lordship.
Erit Clown. Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and night, Par, My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath Must wear your spirits low: we cannot help it; cruelly scratched. But since you have made the days and nights as Laf. And what would you have me to do ? 'tis one,
too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
I played the knave with fortune, that she should Be bold, you do so grow in my requital,
scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and As nothing can unroot you. In happy time; would not have knaves thrive long under her ?
There's a quart d ecu for you: Let the justices Not one word more of the consumed time. make you and fortune friends; I am for other bu. Let's take the instant by the forward top; siness.
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one sin-The inaudible and noiseless foot of time gle word.
Steals ere we can effect them: You remember Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you The daughter of this lord ? shall ha't; save your word.
Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Laf. You beg more than one word then.-Cox' Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue: my passion ! give me your hand : How does your Where the impression of mine eye infixing, clrum?
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, Par. O my good lord, you were the first that which warp'd the line of every other favour; found me.
Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stol'n ; Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that Extended or contracted all proportions, lost thee.
To a most hideous object: Thence it came, Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself, grace, for you did bring me out.
Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon The dust that did offend it. me at once both the office of God and the devil ? King.
Well excus'd: one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away out. [Trumpets sound.) The king's coming, I know From the great compt: But love, that comes too by his trumpets.--Sirrah, inquire further after me;
late, I had talk of you last night : though you are a fool |Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow.
To the great sender turns a sour offence, Par. I praise God for you.
[Exeunt. Crying, That's good that's gone : our rash faults
Make trivial price of serious things we have, SCENE III.-The same. A Room in the Countess's Not knowing them, until we know their grave: Palace,
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust : Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafeu, Lords,
Our own love waking cries to see what's done, Gentlemen, Guards, Ac.
While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. Was made much poorer by it: but your son, Send forth your amorons token for fair Mandlin: As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
The main consents are had ; and here we'll stay Her estimation home.
To see our widower's second marriage-day. Count. 'Tis past, my liege :
Count. Which better than the first, o dear hea. And I beseech your majesty to make it
ven, bless! Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth;
Or, ere they meet in me, o nature, cease! When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, 1 Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's O'erbears it, and burns on.
name My honour'd lady, Must be digested, give a favour from you, I have forgiven and forgotten all;
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
That she may quickly come.-By my old beard, And watch'd the time to shoot.
And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, Laf.
This I must say,
Was a sweet creature ; such a ring as this,
The last that e'er I took her leave at court,
Hers it was not. The greatest wrong of all : he lost a wife,
King. Now, pray you, let me see it ; for mine eye, Whose beauty did astonish the survey
While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to it. Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive; This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serve, I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Humbly call'd mistress.
Necessitied to help, that by this token King.
Praising what is lost, I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reare Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him
Of what should stead her most? We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
My gracious sovereign, All repetition :-Let him not ask our pardon ; Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, The nature of his great offence is dead,
The ring was never hers. And deeper than oblivion do we bury
Son, on my life, The incensing relicks of it: let him approach, I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
At her life's rate. So 'tis our will he should.
I am sure, I saw her wear it. Gent. I shall, my liege.
Ber. You are deceir'd, my lord, she never saw it.
Erit Gentleman. In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, King. What says he to your daughter ? have you Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name spoke ?
Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought Laf. All that he is hath reference to your high- I stood ingag'd: but when I had subscrib'd
sent me, To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters I could not answer in that course of honour That set him high in fame.
As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,
In heavy satisfaction, and would never
Receive the ring again. -
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, For thou may'st see a sun shine and a hail
Hath not in nature's mystery more science, In me at once : But to the brightest beams
Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Distracted clouds give way: so stand thou forth, Whoever gave it you: Then, if you know The time is fair again.
That you are well acquainted with yourself, Ber.
My high-repented blames, Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
You got it from her : she called the saints to surety, King.
All is whole; | That she would never put it from her finger,
Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
| That she which marries you, must marry me, Where you have never come,) or sent it us
Either both or none. Upon her great disaster.
Laf. Your reputation [to Bertram.] comes too Ber. She never saw it.
short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creahonour ;
ture, And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with : let your Which I would fain shut out : If it should prove
highness That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove so;-- Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, And yet I know not thou didst hate her deadly, Than for to think that I would sink it here. And she is dead ; which nothing, but to close King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
friend, More than to see this ring. Take him away. Till your deeds gain them : Fairer prove your ho. [Guards seize Bertram. Than in my thought it lies!
(nour, My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
Good my lord,
Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
King. What say'st thou to her ?
If you shall prove
She's impudent, my lord ; This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
And was a common gamester to the camp. Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord ; if I were so, Where yet she never was. [Erit Bertram, guarded. He might have bought me at a common price :
Do not believe him : 0, behold this ring
Whose high respect, and rich validity,
Did lack a parallel ; yet for all that,
Gracious sovereign, He gave it to a commoner o' the camp,
Count. He blushes, and 'tis it :
Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Hath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife; Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know,
That ring's a thousand proofs. Is here attending : her business looks in her
Methought, you said, With an importing visage ; and she told me, You saw one here in court could witness it. In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
Dia, I did, my lord, but loath am to produce Your highness with herself.
So bad an instrument ; his name's Parolles.
Laf. I saw the man to day, if man he be. King. (Reads. ] Upon his many protrstations to
King. Find him, and bring him hither. marry me, when his wife n'as dead, I blush to say it,
What of him? he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower :
He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid w to him. He stole from
With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd , Florence, taking no leave, Whose na and I follow him
ve; Whose nature sickens, but to speak a truth : to his country for justice : Grant Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, it me, o king ; in you it best lies ; otherwise a sedu-IT
That will speak any thing? cer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
She hath that ring of yours. Diana Capulet.
Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I lik'd her, Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth : him : for this, I'll none of him.
She knew her distance, and did angle for me, King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, Lafen,
As all impediments in fancy's course
Her insuit coming with her modern grace,
And I had that whic, any inferior might
At market-price have bought.
I must be patient ;
You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife,
May justly diet me. I pray you yet, King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,) you,
Send for your ring, I will return it home,
I have it not.
King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
Sir, much like Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, The same upon your finger.
(late. Derived from the ancient Capulet;
King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of My suit, as I do understand, you know,
Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
King. The story then goes false, you threw it him
Dia. I have spoke the truth.
Ber. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers. Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny
King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts But that I know them : Do they charge me further? Is this the man you speak of?
(you. Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your Dia.
Ay, my lord. Ber. She's none of mine, my lord
wife?!King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I charge If you shall marry,
you, You give away this hand, and that is mine; Not fearing the displeasure of your master, You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,) You give away myself, which is known mine ; By him, and by this woman here, what know For I by vow am so embodied yours,
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath
her. had in him, which gentlemen hare.
Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal King. Come, come, to the purpose. Did he love
[Exit Widow. this woman?
The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; But how? And he shall surety me. But for this lord, King. How, I pray you?
Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him : a woman.
He knows himself my bed he hath defil'd; King. How is that?
And at that time he got his wife with child: Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick;
King. As thou art a knave, and no krave : So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick ; What an equivocal companion is this?
And now behold the meaning Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.
Re-enter Widow, with Helena. Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty | orator.
Is there no exorcist Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage? Reguiles the truer office of mine eres? Par, 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.
Is't real, that I see? King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st? Hel.
No, my good lord ; Par. Yes, so please your majesty ; I did go be- 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, tween them, as I said ; but more than that, he TH
nat, ne The name, and not the thing. loved her,-for, indeed, he was mad for her, and Per
Both, both; 0, pardon ! talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I Hel. 0. my wood lord. when I was like this know not what: yet I was in that credit with
maid, them at that time, that I knew of their going to I found you wond'rous kind. There is your ring, bed : and of other motions, as promising her mar-1 And, look you, here's your letter ; This it says, riage, and things that would derive me ill will to when
to When from my finger you can get this ring, speak of. therefore I will not speak what I know. And are bu me with child, &c. This is done:
Kiny. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? canst say they are married : But thou art too fine | Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this in thy evidence; therefore stand aside.
clearly, This ring, you say, was yours?
I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. Dia.
Ay, my good lord. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you? Deadly divorce step between me and you Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.
0, my dear mother, do I see you living? King. Who lent it you?
Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep Dia.
It was not lent me neither. Janon :-Good Tom Drum, fto Parolles. 1 lend me a King. Where did you find it then?
handkerchief:-So, I thank thee; wait on me Dia.
I found it not.
home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy cour. How could you give it him?
King. Let us from point to point this story Dia. I never gave it him.
know, Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord ; she To make the even truth in pleasure flow : goes off and on at pleasure.
If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife.
[To Diana. Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower know.
For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, King. Take her away, I do not like her now;
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.To prison with her : and away with him.
Of that and all the progress, more and less, Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express : Thou diest within this hour.
I'll never tell you.
All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet, Dia.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. King. Take her away.
I'll put in bail, my liege. King. I think thee now some common customer. Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.
The king's a beggar, now the play is done :
With strife to please you, day exceeding day:
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts ; I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. [Pointing to Lafeu.