No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta fellow
there, whose villainous saffron would have made all the unbak'd
and doughy youth of a nation in his colour. Your daughter-in-law
had been alive at this hour, and your son here at home, more
advanc'd by the King than by that red-tail'd humble-bee I speak
I would I had not known him. It was the death of the most
virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had praise for creating. If
she had partaken of my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a
mother, I could not have owed her a more rooted love.
'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady. We may pick a thousand
sallets ere we light on such another herb.
Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the sallet, or,
rather, the herb of grace.
They are not sallet-herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.
I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much skill in
Whether dost thou profess thyself-a knave or a fool?
A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's.
The Black Prince, sir; alias, the Prince of Darkness; alias,
Hold thee, there's my purse. I give thee not this to suggest
thee from thy master thou talk'st of; serve him still.
I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire;
and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he
is the prince of the world; let his nobility remain in's court. I
am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too
little for pomp to enter. Some that humble themselves may; but
the many will be too chill and tender: and they'll be for the
flow'ry way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire.
Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and I tell thee
so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways;
let my horses be well look'd to, without any tricks.
If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be jades'
tricks, which are their own right by the law of nature.
So 'a is. My lord that's gone made himself much sport
out of him. By his authority he remains here, which he thinks is
a patent for his sauciness; and indeed he has no pace, but runs
where he will.
I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about to tell
you, since I heard of the good lady's death, and that my lord
your son was upon his return home, I moved the King my master to
speak in the behalf of my daughter; which, in the minority of
them both, his Majesty out of a self-gracious remembrance did
first propose. His Highness hath promis'd me to do it; and, to
stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son, there
is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship like it?
With very much content, my lord; and I wish it happily
His Highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able body as
when he number'd thirty; 'a will be here to-morrow, or I am
deceiv'd by him that in such intelligence hath seldom fail'd.
It rejoices me that I hope I shall see him ere I die.
I have letters that my son will be here to-night. I shall beseech
your lordship to remain with me till they meet together.
Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be
You need but plead your honourable privilege.
Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but, I thank my
God, it holds yet.
O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of velvet
on's face; whether there be a scar under 't or no, the velvet
knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet. His left cheek is a
cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare.
A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good liv'ry of
honour; so belike is that.