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is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent. Here he comes. I pray you,
make us friends : I will pursue the amity.
Enter PAROLLES. Par. [To Bertram.] These things shall be done, sir. Laf. Pray you, sir, who's his tailor ? Par. Sir ?
Laf. O! I know him well. Ay, sir; he, sir, is a good workman, a very good tailor.
Ber. [Aside to PAROLLES.] Is she gone to the king ?
Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
Laf. A good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner ; but one that lies three-thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten.—God save you, captain.
Ber. Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur ?
Par. I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure.
Laf. You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leaped into the custard, and out of it you 'll run again, rather than suffer question for your residence.
Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my lord.
Laf. And shall do so ever, though I took him at his prayers. Fare you well, my lord ; and believe this of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes : trust him not in matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures.-Farewell, monsieur: I have spoken better of you, than you have or will deserve at my hand : but we must do good against evil. [Exit.
Par. An idle lord, I swear.:
1 f. e. : And. The change is also found in Lord F. Egerton's MS. annotated copy of the first folio. ? A frequent exploit of the fool at great entertainments. A custard was a dish in great request, and therefore large.
Ber. I think so.
Ber. Yes, I do know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
I shall obey his will.
[Giving a letter. ’T will be two days ere I shall see you : so, I leave you to your wisdom. Hel.
Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient servant.
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
And ever shall
Let that go :
Hel. Pray, sir, your pardon.
Well, what would you say?
What would you have ? Hel. Something, and scarce so much :-nothing, indeed.
I would not tell you what I would, my lord—'faith,
yes ; Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
Ber. I pray you stay not, but in haste to horse.
Hel. shall not break your bidding, good my lord. Where are my other men ? monsieur, farewell.? [Exit.
Ber. Go thou toward home; where I will never come, Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum.Away! and for our flight. Par.
Bravely, coragio! [Exeunt.
SCENE 1.-Florence. A Room in the Duke's
two Frenchmen and Soldiers. Duke. So that, from point to point, now have you
Holy seems the quarrel.
Duke. Therefore we marvel much our cousin France
Good, my lord,
Be it his pleasure.
1 Mod. eds. give this line to Bertram.
Welcome shall they be, And all the honours that can fly from us Shall on them settle. You know your places well ; When better fall, for your avails they fell. To-morrow to the field.
(Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE II.-Rousillon. A Room in the COUNTESS's
Palace. Enter COUNTESS and Clown. Count. It hath happened all as I would have had it, save that he comes not along with her.
Clo. By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man.
Count. By what observance, I pray you ?
Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing ; mend his ruff', and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing. I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold’ a goodly manor for a song.
Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Opening a letter. Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, since I was at court. Our old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o’the court; the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
(Exit. Count. [Reads.) “I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the not eternal. You shall hear, I am run away: know it before the report come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you.
“ Your unfortunate son,
" The top of the loose boot which turned over was called the 'ruf, or ruffle. 2 Old copies : hold; which Knight retains, understanding 2 song as the tenure by which it was held.
Re-enter Clown. Clo. O madam ! yonder is heavy news within, between two soldiers and my young lady.
Count. What is the matter ?
Clo. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort: your son will not be killed so soon as I thought he would.
Count. Why should he be killed ?
Clo. So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does : the danger is in standing to 't; that's the loss of men, though it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell you more ; for my part, I only hear your son was run away.
[Exit Clown. Enter HELENA and two French Gentlemen. Fr. Env. Save you, good madam. Hel. Madam, my lord is gone ; for ever gone. Fr. Gen. Do not say so. Count. Think upon patience.—'Pray you, gentle
Hel. Look on his letter, madam : here's my passport. (Reads.] When thou canst get the ring upon my
finger, which never shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body, that I am father to, then call me husband: but in such a then I
write a never."
Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen ?
Ay, madam; And for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains.
Count. I pr’ythee, lady, have a better cheer; If thou engrossest all the griefs as' thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety. He was my son, But I do wash his name out of my blood, And thou art all my child.—Towards Florence is he?
1 are : in f. e.