Act I. Scene I.] Actus Primus. Scæna Prima. Ff.

Enter.... ] Enter yong Bertram, Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke. Ff.

Count.] Mother. Ff, and afterwards Mo.

delivering] delivering up Hanmer. dissevering Warburton.

son from me,] son, for me or son, 'fore me, Becket conj.

And I in going, madam] F1. And in going Madam F2 F3 F4. And in going, madam, I Rowe.

lack] slack Theobald (Warburton).

persecuted] prosecuted Hanmer.

passage] preface Hanmer. presage Warburton. pesage Becket conj.

was] om. Collier (Collier MS.).

would] it would Rowe, 't would Singer.

have] have had Hanmer.

play] play'd Warburton.

hopes of her good that her] good hopes of her that her or hopes of her that her good Anon. conj.

promises; her] Rowe. promises her Ff. promises her; Pope.

her dispositions] the honesty of her dispositions Staunton conj.

dispositions] disposition Rowe.

their] her Hammer (Warburton).

from her tears] tears from her Pope.

it be rather thought you] you be rather thought to Hanmer.

to have--] Ff. to have it. Warburton. have it. Capell. to have. Steevens.

lamentation] F1. lamentations F2 F3 F4.

Count.] Hel. Tieck.

be] be not Theobald (Warburton).

head] F1. hand F2 F3 F4.

Farewell, my lord:] Farewell my Lord, Ff. Farewel.--My lord Lafeu, Capell. FAREWELL. MY LORD, Steevens.

Advise him.] Advise him you. Capell.

Heaven] May heaven Hanmer.

must hold] uphold Rann (Mason conj.).

SCENE II. Pope.

those I] they are Hanmer.

in't but Bertram's] in it but my Bertram's Pope. in it, but of Bertram Capell. in 't but only Bertram's Collier (Collier MS.).

'Twere] F1 F2 F3. It were Pope.

particular] F1 F2 F3. partic'lar Pope.

me:] Rowe. me F1 F2 F3.

The] Th' F1 F2 F3.

brows] browes F1 F2. arrows F3 F4.

our] my Collier MS.

trick] trait Becket conj.

reliques] F1 F2. relick F3 F4.

Enter Parolles.] Ff. Dyce transfers to line 99.

solely] F3 F4. solie F1 F2. wholly Hanmer.

steely] seely Williams conj.

Look] Rowe. Lookes F1 F2. Looks F3 F4.

i'the] in the Pope.

withal] om. Pope.

Cold] S. Walker conjectures that this is corrupt.

folly] F3 F4. follie F1 F2.

SCENE III. Pope.

Save] 'Save Hanmer.

stain] strain Halliwell conj.

barricado] Rowe. barracedo F1. barrocado F2 F3 F4.

assails] assails us S. Walker conj.

to us] F1. us F2 F3 F4.

sitting] Johnson. setting Ff.

Bless] 'Bless Capell conj. MS.

rational] national Hanmer (Theobald conj.). natural Anon. ap. Halliwell conj.

got] F2 F3 F4. goe F1.

mothers] mother Rowe.

his] its Rowe. on its Hanmer.

inhibited] F1. inhabited F2 F3 F4. prohibited Pope.

'Tis] And 'tis Hanmer.

wear] Capell. were Ff. we wear Rowe.

yet] yes, Hanmer.

will you] will you do Collier MS.

with it?] with me? Johnson conj. with us? Tyrwhitt conj. with it? I am now bound for the court. Malone conj. with it? We are for the Court. Staunton conj.

Not] Not with Collier MS.

yet.] yet. You're for the Court: Hanmer. See note (II).

shall] should Steevens conj.

A mother] Another Rowe (ed. 2).

captain] captor Anon. conj.

humble] F1. humblest F2 F3 F4.

pretty] petty Harness.

fond, adoptious] fond-adoptious S. Walker conj.

he--] Rowe. he: Ff.

learning place] learning-place Steevens.

one--] Rowe. one. Ff.

pity--] Rowe. pitty. F1 F2 F3. pity. F4.

Par. What's pity?] Omitted in Pope (ed. 2).

the] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

Exit.] Theobald.

wars have] Pope. warres hath F1 F2. waters hath F3 F4. waters have Rowe.

So ... safety] Printed as two lines in Ff, the first ending away.

the safety] safety F3 F4.

makes] make Hanmer.

wing] ming Warburton.

I like the wear] is like to wear Mason conj.

businesses] F1 F2 F3. business F4. businesses, as Theobald.

instruction] instrument Rowe (ed. 2).

of a] F1. of the F2 F3 F4. of Pope.

SCENE IV. Pope.

That] Which Capell.

The mightiest space] The mighty and base Mason conj. The wid'st apart Staunton conj.

fortune nature] nature fortune Malone conj. (withdrawn).

brings] springs Anon. (Fras. Mag.) conj.

hath been cannot be] hath not been ca'nt be Hanmer. ha'nt been cannot be Mason conj. n'ath been cannot be Staunton conj.

The king's disease--] Rowe. (The Kings disease) Ff.

SCENE II. Paris. The KING'S palace.

Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING OF FRANCE with letters, and divers Attendants.

King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue A braving war.

First Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.

King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, 5 With caution, that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would seem To have us make denial.

First Lord. His love and wisdom, Approved so to your majesty, may plead 10 For amplest credence.

King. He hath arm'd our answer, And Florence is denied before he comes: Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see The Tuscan service, freely have they leave To stand on either part.

Sec. Lord. It well may serve 15 A nursery to our gentry, who are sick For breathing and exploit.

King. What's he comes here?

Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES.

First Lord. It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, 20 Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.

King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship 25 First tried our soldiership! He did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; But on us both did haggish age steal on, And wore us out of act. It much repairs me 30 To talk of your good father. In his youth He had the wit, which I can well observe To-day in our young lords; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted Ere they can hide their levity in honour: 35 So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, His equal had awaked them; and his honour, Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak, and at this time 40 His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him He used as creatures of another place; And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Making them proud of his humility, In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man 45 Might be a copy to these younger times; Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward.

Ber. His good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb; So in approof lives not his epitaph 50 As in your royal speech.

King. Would I were with him! He would always say-- Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, To grow there and to bear,--'Let me not live,'-- 55 This his good melancholy oft began, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, When it was out,--'Let me not live,' quoth he, 'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses 60 All but new things disdain; whose judgements are Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies Expire before their fashions. This he wish'd: I after him do after him wish too, Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, 65 I quickly were dissolved from my hive, To give some labourers room.

Sec. Lord. You are loved, sir; They that least lend it you shall lack you first.

King. I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count, Since the physician at your father's died? 70 He was much famed.

Ber. Some six months since, my lord.

King. If he were living, I would try him yet. Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out With several applications: nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; 75 My son's no dearer.

Ber. Thank your majesty. [Exeunt. Flourish.

LINENOTES:

SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope.

Flourish of cornets.] Flourish cornets. Ff.

Senoys] Siennois or Siennese Lloyd conj.

the ears] Capell. th' eares Ff.

well may] may well F3 F4.

It is] F1 F4. It 'tis F2 F3.

Rousillon] Pope. Rosignoll F1. Rosillion F2. Rossillion F3 F4.

Hath well composed thee] Compos'd thee well Pope.

bravest] brav'st Pope.

well] ill Long MS.

hide their levity in honour] vye their levity with his honour Hanmer. hide their levity in humour Long MS.

contempt nor] no contempt nor Rowe (ed. 1). no contempt or Rowe (ed. 2).

in his pride or sharpness;] in him; pride or sharpness, Theobald (Warburton). in him, pride or sharpness; Capell.

if they were] if there were Theobald (Warburton).

Clock] Block Rowe (ed. 2).

Exception] Exceptions Theobald.

this] that Rowe.

his hand] the hand Johnson conj. it's hand Capell. his head Long MS.

another place] a brother-race Hanmer.

proud of] proud; and Warburton.

he humbled] be-humbled Staunton conj.

demonstrate them now] now demonstrate them Pope.

So in approof lives not his] Approof so lives not in his Johnson conj. So his approof lives not in Capell.

This] Ff. Thus Pope.

it] wit Staunton conj.

fathers] feathers Tyrwhitt conj. parcels Williams conj.

labourers] labourer Warburton.

You are] Capell. You'r F1 F2. You're F3 F4.

Thank] Thanks to Rowe.

SCENE III. Rousillon. The COUNT'S palace.

Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown.

Count. I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?

Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make 5 foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

Count. What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah: the complaints I have heard of you I do not all believe: 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know you 10 lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.

Count. Well, sir. 15

Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though many of the rich are damned: but, if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may.

Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? 20

Clo. I do beg your good will in this case.

Count. In what case?

Clo. In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no heritage: and I think I shall never have the blessing of God till I have issue o' my body; for they say barnes are 25 blessings.

Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.

Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.

Count. Is this all your worship's reason? 30

Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.

Count. May the world know them?

Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry that 35 I may repent.

Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.

Clo. I am out o' friends, madam; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake.

Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. 40

Clo. You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am aweary of. He that ears my land spares my team, and gives me leave to in the crop; if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: he that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he 45 that cherishes my flesh and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for young Charbon the puritan and old Poysam the papist, howsome'er 50 their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both one; they may joul horns together, like any deer i' the herd.

Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave?

Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the 55 next way:

For I the ballad will repeat, Which men full true shall find; Your marriage comes by destiny, Your cuckoo sings by kind. 60

Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon.

Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you: of her I am to speak.

Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her; Helen I mean. 65

Clo.

Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy? Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam's joy? With that she sighed as she stood, 70 With that she sighed as she stood, And gave this sentence then; Among nine bad if one be good, Among nine bad if one be good, There's yet one good in ten. 75

Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah.

Clo. One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying o' the song: would God would serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with the tithe-woman, if I were 80 the parson: one in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but one every blazing star, or at an earth-quake, 'twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out, ere a' pluck one.

Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command 85 you.

Clo. That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am going, forsooth: the 90 business is for Helen to come hither. [Exit.

Count. Well, now.

Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely.

Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; 95 and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds: there is more owing her than is paid; and more shall be paid her than she'll demand.

Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than I think she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate 100 to herself her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son: Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no god, that would not extend his might, 105 only where qualities were level; ... queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight surprised, without rescue in the first assault, or ransom afterward. This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you 110 withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it.

Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep it to yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither 115 believe nor misdoubt. Pray you, leave me: stall this in your bosom; and I thank you for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon. [Exit Steward.

Enter HELENA.

Even so it was with me when I was young: If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn 120 Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong; Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone, 125 Such were our faults, or then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on't: I observe her now.

Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?

Count. You know, Helen, I am a mother to you.

Hel. Mine honourable mistress.

Count. Nay, a mother: 130 Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother,' Methought you saw a serpent: what's in 'mother,' That you start at it? I say, I am your mother; And put you in the catalogue of those That were enwombed mine: 'tis often seen 135 Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign seeds: You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, Yet I express to you a mother's care: God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood 140 To say I am thy mother? What's the matter, That this distemper'd messenger of wet, The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye? Why? that you are my daughter?

Hel. That I am not.

Count. I say, I am your mother.

Hel. Pardon, madam; 145 The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother: I am from humble, he from honour'd name; No note upon my parents, his all noble: My master, my dear lord he is; and I His servant live, and will his vassal die: 150 He must not be my brother.

Count. Nor I your mother?

Hel. You are my mother, madam; would you were,-- So that my lord your son were not my brother,-- Indeed my mother! or were you both our mothers, I care no more for than I do for heaven, 155 So I were not his sister. Can't no other, But I your daughter, he must be my brother?

Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law: God shield you mean it not! daughter and mother So strive upon your pulse. What, pale again? 160 My fear hath catch'd your fondness: now I see The mystery of your loneliness, and find Your salt tears' head: now to all sense 'tis gross You love my son; invention is ashamed, Against the proclamation of thy passion, 165 To say thou dost not: therefore tell me true; But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look, thy cheeks Confess it, th' one to th' other; and thine eyes See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours, That in their kind they speak it: only sin 170 And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue, That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so? If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew; If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee, As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, 175 To tell me truly.

Hel. Good madam, pardon me!

Count. Do you love my son?

Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress!

Count. Love you my son?

Hel. Do not you love him, madam?

Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose 180 The state of your affection; for your passions Have to the full appeach'd.

Hel. Then, I confess, Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven, I love your son. 185 My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: Be not offended; for it hurts not him That he is loved of me: I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit; Nor would I have him till I do deserve him; 190 Yet never know how that desert should be. I know I love in vain, strive against hope; Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve, I still pour in the waters of my love, And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, 195 Religious in mine error, I adore The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, Let not your hate encounter with my love For loving where you do: but if yourself, 200 Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, Did ever in so true a flame of liking Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian Was both herself and love; O, then, give pity To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose 205 But lend and give where she is sure to lose; That seeks not to find that her search implies, But riddle-like lives sweetly where she dies!

Count. Had you not lately an intent,--speak truly,-- To go to Paris?

Hel. Madam, I had.

Count. Wherefore? tell true. 210

Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself I swear. You know my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading And manifest experience had collected For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me 215 In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them, As notes, whose faculties inclusive were, More than they were in note: amongst the rest, There is a remedy, approved, set down, To cure the desperate languishings whereof 220 The king is render'd lost.

Count. This was your motive For Paris, was it? speak.

Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this; Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, Had from the conversation of my thoughts 225 Haply been absent then.

Count. But think you, Helen, If you should tender your supposed aid, He would receive it? he and his physicians Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, They, that they cannot help: how shall they credit 230 A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off The danger to itself?

Hel. There's something in't, More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Of his profession, that his good receipt 235 Shall for my legacy be sanctified By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his Grace's cure By such a day and hour.

Count. Dost them believe't? 240

Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.

Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love, Means and attendants and my loving greetings To those of mine in court: I'll stay at home And pray God's blessing into thy attempt: 245 Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

SCENE III.] SCENE VI. Pope.

hear; what say you] Theobald. heare, what say you Ff. hear what you say Capell.

gentlewoman?] F4. gentlewoman. F1 F2 F3.

even] win Collier conj.

foul] out Rowe (ed. 2).

'tis] it is S. Walker conj., reading lines 9-12 as verse, ending complaints ... believe ... them ... make ... yours.

yours] yare Warburton conj.

I am] that I am Capell.

may have] F1. have F2 F3 F4.

to go to] to go into Long MS.

and I will] F2 F3 F4. and w will F1. and we will Collier.

o'] Rowe (ed. 2). a Ff. of Rann.

barnes] F1. bearns F2. barns F3 F4.

out o'] Capell. out a F1 F2 F3. out of F4.

You're] Capell. Y'are Ff. You are Steevens.

madam, in] madam; e'en Hanmer. madam, my Tyrwhitt conj.

aweary] weary Rowe.

to in] F4. to Inne F1 F2 F3.

cherishes] F1. cherisheth F2 F3 F4.

Charbon ... Poysam] See note (III).

howsome'er] how somere F1 F2. howsomeere F3. howsomere F4. howsoe'er Pope.

the cause, quoth she] quoth she, the cause Collier (Collier MS.).

Fond done, done fond] omitted by Pope.

Omitted by Pope.

Omitted by Pope.

a] F1 F2. the F3 F4.

o' the] Capell. o' th' Rowe (ed. 2). ath' F1 F2. a'th F3 F4.

song] song and mending of the sex Collier (Collier MS. o' the).

one] Collier (Collier MS.). ore F1 F2. o're F3 F4. o'er Rowe. om. Pope. or Capell. on Rann. ere Collier (ed. 1). for Harness. 'fore Staunton. at Halliwell conj.

well] wheel Malone conj.

draw] pray Rowe.

a'] he Rowe (ed. 2).

you.] Pope, you? Ff.

woman's] F1. a woman's F2 F3 F4.

no puritan] a puritan Rann. (Tyrwhitt conj.).

do no hurt] do what is enjoined Malone conj.

advantage] advantages Rowe.

would] should Capell.

not] om. Long MS.

might, only] F4. might onelie, F1 F2. might onely F3.

level; ... queen] levell, Queene F1 F2. levell: Queen F3F4. level: Complain'd against the Queen Rowe. level; Diana no queen Theobald. See note (IV).

knight] spright Warburton conj.

surprised] to be surpris'd Rowe.

virgin] a virgin Pope.

held] held it Rowe.

honestly] honesty F3 F4.

neither] F1. never F2 F3 F4.

Enter H.] Enter Hellen. Ff. Enter H. Singer (after line 126). See note (V).

SCENE VII. Pope.

Even] Old Cou. Even Ff.

ever] om. Pope. e'er Edd. conj.

Such were our faults, or] Ff. Such-were our faults, tho' Hanmer. Such were our faults,--O! Johnson (Warburton conj.). Search we out faults, for Collier MS.

then ... them] them ... then Staunton.

You know, Helen] Helen, you know Pope.

said 'a mother'] said mother F3 F4.

I am] Ff. I'm Pope.

seeds] soil Anon. conj.

The] This S. Walker conj.

eye] eyes Pope.

Why?] --Why, Ff. Why,-- Rowe.

are] art F2.

mother?] Rowe (ed. 2). mother. Ff.

I care ... heaven] I cannot ask for more than that of heav'n Hanmer. I can no more fear, than I do fear heav'n Warburton. I cannot more fear than I do fear heav'n Heath conj. I'd care no more for't than I do for heaven Capell. I care would ... heaven or I crave would ... heaven Mason conj. I care no more for than you do, 'fore heaven Becker conj. [Aside] I care no more for than I do for heaven Staunton conj.

loneliness] Theobald. loveliness Ff. lowliness Hall conj. liveliness Becket conj.]

th' one to th'] Knight. 'ton tooth to th' F1. 'ton to th' F2. 'tone to th' F3 F4. one to th' Rowe.

it] it is F2.

behaviours] behaviour F3 F4.

you have] you've Pope.

thine] F1. mine F2 F3 F4.

truly] true Hanmer.

disclose] F3 F4. disclose: F1 F2.

heaven] F1. heavens F2 F3 F4.

captious] carious Johnson conj. cap'cious Farmer conj. copious Jackson conj.

intenible] intemible F1. inteemible Nicholson conj.

waters] water Rowe.

lose] F4. loose F1 F2 F3. love Tyrwhitt conj.

liking] F1. living F2. loving F3 F4.

Wish ... dearly] Love dearly and wish chastely Malone conj.

that] she Hanmer.

her] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. which Rowe.

tell true] om. Steevens conj.

tell truth] F1. tell true F2 F3 F4. tell you true Capell (corrected in note).

manifest] manifold Collier (Long MS.).

languishings Ff. languishes Reed (1803).

Haply] Pope. Happily Ff.

that they cannot help him] that he can't be help'd Hanmer. that they cannot help Capell conj. that they cannot heal him S. Walker conj.

cannot help] can't help him Capell conj. cannot cure Bailey conj.

in't] hints Hanmer (Warburton).

By the] Byth' F1 F2 F3. By th' F4.

to try] F1. to F2 F3 F4. for the Rowe.

The] This Hanmer.

on his] on's S. Walker conj.

and] an F1.

attendants] attendance S. Walker conj.

into] F1 F2. unto F3 F4. upon Hanmer.

Be gone] F3 F4. Begon F1 F2.