ACT I.
SCENE 3.  Rousillon. A Room in the Palace.
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COUNTESS.
 
What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah. 
 
CLOWN.
 
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 the parson: one in ten,
 
quoth 'a! an we might have a good woman born before every blazing
 
star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well: a man
 
may draw his heart out ere he pluck one. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you! 
 
CLOWN.
 
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 business is for Helen to come
 
hither.
 
 
[Exit.] 
 
COUNTESS.
 
Well, now. 
 
STEWARD.
 
I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely. 
 
COUNTESS.
 
Faith I do: her father bequeathed her to me; 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. 
 
STEWARD.
 
Madam, I was very late more near her than I think she wished me:
 
alone she was, and did communicate 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
 
only where qualities were level; Diana no queen of virgins, that
 
would suffer her poor knight surprise, 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 withal; sithence,
 
in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know
 
it. 
 
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