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as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions?
Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit
Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size that must fit all demands.
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to’t: ask
me; if I am a courtier, — it shall do you no harm to learn.
Count. To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, fir, are you a courtier ?
Člo. O lord, fir — there's a simple putting off: more, more, a hundred of them. Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves
you. Clo. O lord, fir — thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think, fir, you can eat none of this homely meat. Clo. O lord, fir — nay, put me to't, I warrant you. Count. You were lately whipp'd, fir, as I think. Clo. O lord, fir — spare not me.
Count. Do you cry, o lord, fir, at your whipping, and spare not me? indeed, your o lord, for, is very sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to a whipping if you were but bound to't.
Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my o lord, fir; I see, things may serve long, and not serve ever.
Count. I play the noble huswife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool. Clo. O lord, fir — why,
why, there't serves well again.
Clo. Not much commendation to them.
The Court of France.
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.
philosophical persons to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrours, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our later times.
Ber. And so 'tis.
Par. It is indeed; if you will have it in showing, you shall read it in what do
call there Laf. A showing of a heav'nly effect in an earthly actor. Par. That's it, I would have said the very fame. .
Laf. Why, your dolphin is not lustier : for me, I speak in respect
Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most facinerious spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the
Laf. Very hand of heav’n.
Par. And debile minister, great power, great transcendence, which should, indeed, give us a further use to be made than only the recov'ry of the king, as to be
Laf. Generally thankful.
Enter King, Helena, and Attendants. Par. I would have said it ; you said well : here comes the king
Laf. Lustick, as the Dutchman says : l'll like a maid the better while I have a tooth in my head: why, he's able to lead her a corranto.
Par. Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?
King. Go, call before me all the lords in court.
Enter three or four lords.
. To each of you, one fair and virtuous mistress
Laf. I'd give bay curtal and his furniture,
King. Peruse them well:
[phe addresses herself to a lord.
All. We understand it, and thank heav’n for you.
Hel. I am a simple maid ; and therein wealthiest,
King. Make choice, and, see,
Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly,
hear i Lord. And grant it. Hel. Thanks, fir; - all the rest is mute. Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw ames-ace for
Hel. The honour, fir, that fames in your fair eyes,
[to the second lord.
2 Lord. No better, if you please.
Hel. My wish receive,
Laf. Do all they deny her? if they were fons of mine, I'd have them whipp’d, or I would send them to the Turk to make eunuchs of.
Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take,
[to the third lord. I'll never do you wrong for your own fake: Blessing upon your vows! and in Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!
Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none of her : sure, they are bastards to the Englis; the French ne'er got 'em. Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good
[to the fourth. To make yourself a son out of my blood.
4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so. Par. There's one grape yet, I am sure, thy father drunk wine.
Laf. But if thou be’it not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen : I have known thee already.
Hel. I dare not say I take you, but I give
[to Bertram. King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, she's thy wife.
Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your highness,
King. Know'st thou not, Bertram,
Ber. Yes, my good lord,
King. Thou know'st, she rais’d me from my sickly bed.
Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down