[182] _your lordship_] Pope. _your Lord_ Ff. _you Lord_ Rowe (ed. 1). [185] _this_] F1 F2. _the_ F3 F4. [186] _o' the_] _a' th_ Ff. [189] _a file_] _the file_ Theobald. [195] After this line Johnson supposes one to be lost. _gold_] _golden store_ or _golden ore_ Steevens conj. _gold, I speak it_ Jackson conj. (reading lines 208-210 in this order 209, 210, 208). [207] First Sold. [reads] Int. Let. Ff. Inter. reads the letter. Rowe. [209] _well made_] _ill made_ Capell conj. _half made_ Jackson conj. _match, and well_] _match well and_ Hanmer. _watch, and well_ Johnson conj. (who would read the lines 207-210 in the following order, 209, 207, 208, 210). _and well_] _an' we'll_ Steevens conj. [212] _not_] _but_ Pope (ed. 2. Theobald). [213] _count's_] _count_ F2. [214] _when_] _where_ Collier (Collier MS.). [218] _in's_] _in his_ Rowe. [222] _now_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. [223] _the_] F3 F4. _your_ F1 F2. _our_ Capell. [227] _i' the_] _i' th_ Ff. [228] _or_] F1 F2. om. F3 F4. [233] _an egg_] _an Ag._ (i.e. _Agnes_) Becket conj. [235] _in breaking_] F1. _breaking_ F2 F3 F4. _'em_] _em_ F1 F2 F3. _them_ F4. [246] _he's_] _he is_ Pope. [248] _has_] _ha's_ Ff. _h'as_ Rowe. [254] _out-villained_] _out-villanied_ S. Walker conj. [259] _quart d'écu_] Pope. _cardceue_ F1. _cardecue_ F2 F3 F4. [261] _for it_] _in it_ Hanmer. [266] _o' the_] _a' th_ F1 F2 F4, _at'h_ F3. [270] _has_] _ha's_ F1. [276] [Aside] Rowe (ed. 2). [279] _this danger_] _danger_ Rowe. [288] [Unblinding him.] Rowe (ed. 1). [Unbinding him. Rowe (ed. 2). [Unmuffling him. Steevens. [291, 293] Sec. Lord.] Lo. E. F1. [296] _the sonnet_] F1 F2. _the same sonnet_ F3 F4. _that same sonnet_ Rowe. [297] _an_] _and_ Ff. _if_ Pope. [298] [Exeunt B. and Lords.] Exeunt. Ff. [305] [Exit...] Exit. Ff. [306] SCENE VI. Pope. _am I_] _I am_ Hanmer. [312] After this S. Walker conjectures that a line has been omitted. SCENE IV. _Florence. The_ Widow's _house._ _Enter_ HELENA, Widow, _and_ DIANA. _Hel._ That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you, One of the greatest in the Christian world Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne 'tis needful, Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel: Time was, I did him a desired office, 5 Dear almost as his life; which gratitude Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth, And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd His Grace is at Marseilles; to which place We have convenient convoy. You must know, 10 I am supposed dead: the army breaking, My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, And by the leave of my good lord the king, We'll be before our welcome. _Wid._ Gentle madam, You never had a servant to whose trust 15 Your business was more welcome.