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I'll send her straight away: even to-morrow
Par. Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard,
and leave her bravely; go, The king has done you wrong: but, hush! 'tis so. [Exeunt.
Enter Helena, and Clown.
very merry, but yet she is not well: thanks be given, she's very well, and wants nothing i'th' 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.
Clo. One, that she is not in heav'n, whither god send her quickly! the other, that she's on earth, 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 fortune.
Par. You had 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, fir, before a knave, thou art a knave; and I am before thee that art a knave: this had been truth, sir.
Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee.
find me in yourself, fir? or were you taught to find me? the search, fir, 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.
serious business calls on him.
Hel. What's his will else?
inftant leave o'th' king,
Hel. What more commands he?
Par. That, having this obtain’d, you prefently
Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.
[Exit. Par. Come, firrah. [to the clown. [Exit.
Hel. I pray you.
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 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; pray you, make us friends, I will pursue the amity.
Enter Parolles. Par. These things shall be done, sir. Laf. I pray you, sir, who's his tailor ? Par. Sir ?
Laf. O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good workman, a very good tailor. Ber. Is she gone to the king ?
[afide 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, when I should take possession 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 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 leap'd into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for
Ber. It may be, you have mistaken, him, my lord.
Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me, there can be no
you have or will deserve at my hand, but we must do good against evil.
Ber. Yes, I do know him well, and common speech gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
Ber. I shall obey his will.
your way for home,
[giving a letter.
Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
Hel. And ever shall
Ber. Let that go:
Hel. Pray, fir, your pardon.
Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Ber. What would you have?
Hel. Something, and scarce so much — nothing, indeed
Ber. I pray you, stay not; but in haste to horse.
Ber. Where are my other men, monsieur? farewel,
[Exit Hel. Whilft I can shake my sword, or hear the drum: Away, and for our Alight. Par. Bravely, couragio!