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That which I durst not speak: His present gift
Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure ?
Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
'Tis hard ;
The same. Another Room in the same.
Enter HELENA and Clown.
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!
Enter PAROLLES. Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady !
• ? To the dark house,] The dark house is a house made gloomy by discontent.
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.
Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man ; for 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 acknowledge ; But puts it off by t a compell’d restraint; Whose want, and whose delay, is strewed 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
+ “But puts it off to a compellid restraint ;” Malone. VOL. III.
And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
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.
I pray you.—Come, sirrah.
Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM. Laf. But, I hope, your lordship thinks not him a goldier.
Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
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 transgressed 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 ?
3 — probable need.] A specious appearance of necessity.
-- a bunting.] The bunting is, in feather, size, and form, so like the sky-lark, as to require nice attention to discover the 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.
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
one from the other ; it also ascends and sings in the air nearly in the same manner : but it has little or no song, which gives estimation to the sky-lark.
4 You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leaped into the custard ;] This odd allusion is not introduced without a view to satire. It was a foolery practised at city entertainments, whilst the jester or zany was in vogue, for him to jump into a large deep custard, set for the purpose.
know their natures.-Farewell, monsieur : I have spoken better of you, than you have or will deserve t at my hand; but we must do good against evil. [Erit.
Par. An idle lord, I swear.
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. 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you ; so I leave you to your wisdom. Hel.
Sir, I can nothing say,
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
And ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that,
+ “ Will to deserve” Malone.