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Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
Par. What is the matter, sweet heart?

Ber. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn, I will not bed her.

Par. What? what, sweet heart?

Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me :I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.

Par. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!

Ber. There's letters from my mother; what the import is,
I know not yet.
Par. Ay, that would be known : To the wars, my boy,

to the wars!
He wears his honour in a box unseen,
That hugs his o kickfy-wickly here at home;
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mar's fiery steed: To other regions !
France is a stable; we that dwell in't, jades;
Therefore, to the war!

Ber. It shall be so; I'll send her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her.,
And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
That which I durft not speak : His present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
Where noble fellows strike : 'War is no strife
PTo the dark house, and the detested wife.

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 forrow.

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Par. Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it.

'Tis hard ;
A young man, married, is a man that's marrd:
Therefore away, and leave her bravely ; go:
The king has done you wrong; but, hush ! 'tis fo.

[Exeunt. s E


Enter Helena and Clown.

Hel. My mother greets me kindly; Is she well ?

Clo. She is not well; but yet she has health : she's very merry; but yet she's 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!

Hel. I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes.

Par. You have my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them on, have them still.—O, 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, fir.

Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee.

Clo. Did you find me in yourself, fir? 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 right of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge; But puts it off by a compelld restraint; Whofe 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 elfe ?

Par. That you will take your instant leave o’the king, And make this haste as your own good proceeding, Strenghten’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.

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Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.
Par. I shall report it so.

[Exit Parolles. Hel. I pray you.—Come, lirrah. (To the Clown. (Exeunt.

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Enter Lafeu and 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 finned 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 purfue the amity.

Enter Parolles.
Par. These things shall be done, fir.
Laf. I pray you, sir, who's his taylor?
Par. Sir ?

Laf. O, I know him well : Ay, fir; he, fir, is a good workman, a very good taylor.

Ber. Is she gone to the king ? [Aside to Parolles.
Par. She is.
Ber. Will she away to-night?
Par. As you'll have her.

Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
Given order for our horses: and to-night,

"a bunting.]-a spurious bird.


When I should take poffeffion of the bride,
And, ere I do begin,-

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 deserv'd to run into my lord's displeasure.

Laf. You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, * like him that leapt 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's prayers. Fare you well, my lord : and believe this of me,

, There can be no kernel in this light nur ; the soul of this man is his clothes : trust him not in matter of heavy confequence; 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.


. Par. An idle lord, I swear. Ber. I think fo. Par. Why, do you not know him ?

Ber. Yes, I know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.

W is something at the latter end of a dinner ;]-makes an agreeable addition to the desert.

* like him that leapt into the custard ;]-a piece of wit, practised by the zany at city entertainments.

y Juffer question)-run the risque of being called to account.


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