[43, 44] _fire But, sure, he ... world;_] _fire, but sure he ... world,_ Ff. _fire; but since he ... world,_ Hanmer. _fire. But, for he ... world,_ Capell. [44] _his_] _the_ Collier MS. [54] _sir_] om. Rowe. [57] _he_] Rowe. _a_ Ff. [60] _pace_] _place_ Hanmer. _runs_] _he runs_ F3 F4. [72] _Marseilles_] Pope. _Marcellus_ F1. _Marsellis_ F2. _Marselles_ F3 F4. [73] _he_] Rowe (ed. 2). _a_ Ff. _and_ Rowe (ed. 1). [76] _It_] _Ir_ F1. _I_ F2. _that I hope I_] _that hope that I_ Warburton. [90] Laf.] F1. La. F2 F3 F4. Count Rowe. [90, 91] _A scar ... that_] Printed as three lines in Ff, ending _got ... honour ... that_. [92] _carbonadoed_] Theobald. _carbinado'd_ Ff. [93] Laf.] F1 F3 F4. La. F2 (and frequently in this scene). [93, 94] _Let us ... soldier_] Printed as three lines in Ff, ending _see ... talk ... soldier_. ACT V. SCENE I. _Marseilles. A street._ _Enter_ HELENA, Widow, _and_ DIANA, _with two_ Attendants. _Hel._ But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it: But since you have made the days and nights as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold you do so grow in my requital 5 As nothing can unroot you. In happy time; _Enter a_ Gentleman. This man may help me to his majesty's ear, If he would spend his power. God save you, sir. _Gent._ And you. _Hel._ Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. 10 _Gent._ I have been sometimes there. _Hel._ I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen From the report that goes upon your goodness; And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to 15 The use of your own virtues, for the which I shall continue thankful. _Gent._ What's your will? _Hel._ That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king, And aid me with that store of power you have 20 To come into his presence. _Gent._ The king's not here. _Hel._ Not here, sir! _Gent._ Not, indeed: He hence removed last night and with more haste Than is his use. _Wid._ Lord, how we lose our pains! _Hel._ ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL yet, 25 Though time seem so adverse and means unfit. I do beseech you, whither is he gone? _Gent._ Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; Whither I am going. _Hel._ I do beseech you, sir, Since you are like to see the king before me, 30 Commend the paper to his gracious hand, Which I presume shall render you no blame But rather make you thank your pains for it. I will come after you with what good speed Our means will make us means.