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That hugs his kicksy-wicksy here at home;
Ber. It shall be so; I'll send her to my house,
Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure?
Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me. I'll send her straight away: To-morrow I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow. Par. Why, these balls, bound; there's noise in
it.-'Tis bard; A young man, married, is a man that's marrid: Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go: The king has done you wrong; but, hush! 'tis so.
ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME.
Enter Helena and Clown.
Hel. My mother greets me kindly: Is she well?
Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be given, she's very well, and wants nothing i’the world; but yet she is not well.
Hel. If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's not very well?
Clo. Truly, she's very well, indeed, but for two things.
Hel. What two things?
Clo. One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send her quickly! the other, that she's in earth, from whence God send her quickly!
Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady!
Hel. I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes.
Par. You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them on, have them still.-0, my knave! How does my old lady?
Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you say.
Par. Why, I say nothing.
many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing: To say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which is within a very little of nothing.
Par. Away, thou’rt a knave.
Clo. You should have said, sir, before a knave thou art a knave; that is, before me thou art a knave: this had been truth, sir.
Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee.
Clo. Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable; and much fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure, and the increase of laughter.
Par. A good knave, i’faith, and well fed. Madam, my lord will go away to-night; A very serious business calls on him. The great prerogative and rite of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknow
ledge; But puts it off by a compellid restraint; Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets, Which they distil now in the curbed time, To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. Hel.
What's his will else? Par. That
you will take your instant leave o'the
king, And make this haste as your own good proceeding, Strengthen’d with what apology you think May make it probable need. Hel.
What more commands he? Par. That, having this obtain’d, you presently Attend his further pleasure.
Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.
ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME.
Enter Laseu und Bertram. Laf. But, I hope, your lordship thinks not him a soldier.
Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof. Laf. You have it from his own deliverance. Ber. And by other warranted testimony.
Laf. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.
Ber. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.
Laf. I have then sinned against his experience, and transgress'd against his valour; and my state that way 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. These things shall be done, sir. [To Bertram. 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. Is she gone to the king? [Aside to Parolles.
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 deservd to run into my lord's displeasure.
Laf. You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs, and all, like him that leap'd into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for
residence. Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my lord.
Laf. And shall do so ever, though I took him at his
you well, niy 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.-Farewel, 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. Ber. I think so. Par. Why, do you not know him?
Ber. Yes, I do know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.