[Act 4, Scene 5]
Enter Clowne, old Lady, and
No, no, no, your sonne was misled with a snipt
taffata fellow there, whose villanous saffron
made all the vnbak'd and dowy youth of a
nation in his
colour: your daughter‑in‑law
had beene aliue at this
houre, and your sonne heere at
home, more aduanc'd
by the King, then by that
red‑tail'd humble Bee I speak
I would I had not knowne him, it was the death
most vertuous gentlewoman, that euer Nature
praise for creating. If she had pertaken of my flesh
and cost mee the deerest groanes of a mother,
not haue owed her a more rooted loue.
Twas a good Lady, 'twas a good Lady. Wee
may picke a
thousand sallets ere wee light on such ano
Indeed sir she was the sweete Margerom of the
rather the hearbe of grace.
They are not hearbes you knaue, they are nose
I am no great
Nabuchadnezar sir, I haue
much skill in grace.
Whether doest thou professe thy selfe, a knaue
A foole sir at a womans seruice, and a knaue
at a mans.
I would cousen the man of his wife, and do his
So you were a knaue at his seruice indeed.
And I would giue his wife my bauble sir to doe
I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knaue
At your seruice.
No, no, no.
Why sir, if I cannot serue you, I can serue as
prince as you are.
Whose that, a Frenchman?
Faith sir a has an English maine, but his fisno
is more hotter in France then there.
What prince is that?
The blacke prince sir, alias the prince of darke
alias the diuell.
Hold thee there's my purse, I giue thee not this
suggest thee from thy master thou
talk'st off, serue
I am a woodland fellow sir, that alwaies loued
fire, and the master I speak of euer keeps a good
fire, but sure he is the Prince of the world, let his
bilitie remaine in's Court. I am for the
house with the
narrow gate, which I take to be too little
for pompe to
enter: some that humble themselues may, but
nie will be too chill and tender, and theyle
bee for the
flowrie way that leads to the broad
gate, and the great
Go thy waies, I begin to bee a wearie of thee,
and I tell
thee so before, because I would not fall out
with thee. Go
thy wayes, let my horses be wel look'd
If I put any trickes vpon em sir, they shall bee
trickes, which are their owne right by the law of
A shrewd knaue and an vnhappie.
So a is. My Lord that's gone made himselfe
out of him, by his authoritie hee remaines
heere, which he
thinkes is a pattent for his sawcinesse,
and indeede he
has no pace, but runnes where he will.
I like him well, 'tis not amisse: and I was about
you, since I heard of the good Ladies death, and
Lord your sonne was vpon his returne home. I
King my master to speake in the behalfe of
daughter, which in the minoritie of them both, his
Maiestie out of a selfe gracious remembrance did
propose, his Highnesse hath
promis'd me to doe it, and
to stoppe vp the
displeasure he hath conceiued against
your sonne, there is
no fitter matter. How do's your
With verie much content my Lord, and I wish
His Highnesse comes post from
Marcellus, of as
able bodie as when he
number'd thirty, a will be heere
to morrow, or I am
deceiu'd by him that in such intel
hath seldome fail'd.
It reioyces me, that I hope I shall see him ere I
haue letters that my sonne will be heere to night:
beseech your Lordship to remaine with mee, till
Madam, I was thinking with what manners I
might safely be
You neede but pleade your honourable priui
Ladie, of that I haue made a bold charter, but
I thanke my
God, it holds yet.
O Madam, yonders my Lord your sonne with
a patch of veluet
on's face, whether there bee a scar
der't or no, the Veluet knowes, but 'tis
a goodly patch
of Veluet, his left cheeke is a cheeke of
two pile and a
halfe, but his right cheeke is worne
A scarre nobly got,
Or a noble scarre, is a good liu'rie of honor,
So belike is that.
But it is your carbinado'd face.
Let vs go see
your sonne I pray you, I long to talke
With the yong noble souldier.
'Faith there's a dozen of em, with delicate
hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the
head, and nod at euerie man.