ACT I.
SCENE 3.  Rousillon. A Room in the Palace.
 
[Enter COUNTESS, STEWARD, and CLOWN.] 
 
COUNTESS.
 
I will now hear: what say you of this gentlewoman? 
 
STEWARD.
 
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 foul the clearness of our deservings,
 
when of ourselves we publish them. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
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 lack not folly to commit
 
them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours. 
 
CLOWN.
 
'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
Well, sir. 
 
CLOWN.
 
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. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
Wilt thou needs be a beggar? 
 
CLOWN.
 
I do beg your good will in this case. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
In what case? 
 
CLOWN.
 
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 of
 
my body; for they say bairns are blessings. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. 
 
CLOWN.
 
My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the
 
flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
Is this all your worship's reason? 
 
CLOWN.
 
Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
May the world know them? 
 
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