He wears his Honour in a Box unfeen, Ber. It fhall be fo, I'll fend her to my House, Par. Will this Capricio hold in thee, art sure? I'll to the Wars, the to her fingle Sorrow. Par. Why thefe Balls bound, there's noise in it. 'Tis hard A young Man married, is a Man that's marr'd : Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go, The King has done you wrong: but hufh, 'tis fo. [Exeunt. Enter Helena and Clown. Hel. My Mother greets me kindly, is the well? Clo. She is not well, but yet fhe has her Health; fhe's very merry, but yet she is not well: But thanks be given she's very well, and wants nothing i'th' World; but yet fhe is not well. Hel. If the be very well, what does the ail, that she's not very well? Clo. Truly fhe's very well, indeed, but for two things. Hel. What two things? Clo. One, that he is not in Heav'n, whither God fend her quickly; the other, that she's in Earth, from whence God fend her quickly. Enter Parolles. Par. Blefs you, my fortunate Lady. Hel. I hope, Sir, I have your good will to have mine own good Fortune. Par old Par, You had my Prayers to lead them on, and to keep them on, have them ftill. O my Knave, how does my Lady? Clo. So that you had her Wrinkles and I her Mony, I would fhe did as you fay. Par. Why I fay nothing. Clo. Marry you are the wifer Man; for many a Man's Tongue shakes out his Master's undoing: To fay 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 fhould have faid, Sir, before a Knave, th'art a Knave, that's before me th'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 your felf, Sir? or were you taught to find me? The fearch, Sir, was profitable, and much Fool may you find in you, even to the World's Pleafure, and the encreafe of Laughter. Par. A good Knave i'faith, and well fed. Madam, my Lord will go away to Night, A very ferious Bufinefs calls on him. The great Prerogative and Rite of Love, Which as your due Time claims, he does acknowledge, To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, Hel. What's his will elfe? Par. That you will take your inftant leave o'th' King, And make this hafte as your own good proceeding, Strengthned 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. Par. I fhall report it so. Hel. I pray you come, Sirrah. X 3 [Exit Par. [Exit. Enter 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 warrantable Teftimony. Laf. Then my Dial goes not true, I took this Lark for a Bunting. Ber. I do affure you, my Lord, he is very great in Knowledge, and accordingly Valiant. Laf. I have then finned against his Experience, and transfgrefs'd against his Valour, and my State that way is dangerous, fince I cannot 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 fhall be done, Sir. Laf. I pray you, Sir, who's his Taylor? Par. Sir? Laf. O I know him well, I, Sir, he Sir's a good Work man, a very good Taylor. Ber. Is the gone to the King? Par. She is. Ber. Will the away to night? Par. As you'll have her. [Afide to Parolles, Ber. I have writ my Letters, casketed my Treasure, Given order for our Horse, and to Night, When I should take Poffeffion of the Bride And e'er I do begin Laf. A good Traveller is fomething at the latter end of a Dinner; but if on that he lyes three thirds, and uses a known Truth to pafs a thoufand Nothings with, he should be once heard, and thrice beaten-God fave you Captain. Ber. Is there any Unkindness between my Lord and Monfieur ? you, Par. I know not how I have deferved to run into my Lord's Difpleasure. Laf. You have made shift to run into't, Boots and Spurs and all, like him that leaps into the Custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer Question for your Refidence. Ber. Ber. It may be you have mistaken him, my Lord. Laf. And fhall do fo for ever, tho' I took him at's 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. Truft him not in matter of heavy Confequence : I have kept of them tame, and know their Natures. Farewel, Monfieur, I have fpoken better of you, than you have or will deferve at my Hands, but we muft do good against evil. [Exit. Par. An idle Lord, I fwear. Ber. I think fo. 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. Enter Helena. you, Hel. I have, Sir, as I was commanded from Spoke with the King, and have procured his leave For prefent parting, only he defires Some private Speech with you. Ber. I fhall obey his will. You must not marvel, Helen, at my Course, On my particular. Prepar'd I was not For fuch a Bufinefs; and therefore am I found "Twill be two days e'er I fhall fee you, fo I leave you to your Wisdom. Hel. Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your moft obedient Servant. With true obfervance feek to eke out that [Giving a Letter. Wherein toward me my homely Stars have fail'd X 4 Ber Ber. Let that go my hafte is very great. Farewel: Hie home. Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon, Ber. Well, what would you fay? Hel. I am not worthy of the Wealth I owe, Nor dare I fay 'tis mine: And yet it is, But, like a timorous Thief, moft fain would steal Ber. What would you have? Hel. Something, and fcarce fo much Nothing indeed I would not tell you what I would, my Lord'Faith yesyes-Strangers and Foes do funder, and not kifs. Ber. I pray you stay not, but in hafte to Horse. Hel. I fhall not break your bidding, good my Lord: Where are my other Men? Monfieur, farewel. [Exit. Ber. Go thou toward home, where I will never come, Whilft I can shake my Sword, or hear the Drum: Away, and for our flight. Par. Bravely, Couragio. ACT III. SCENE [Exeunt. I. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords, with Soldiers. O that from point to point, now have you heard Duke. So Whofe great decifion hath much Blood let forth, And more thirfts after. 1 Lord. Holy feems the Quarrel Upon your Grace's part; black and fearful On the Oppofer. Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our Coufin France, Would, in fo juft a Bufinefs, fhut his Bofom, Againft our borrowing Prayers. 2 Lord. Good my Lord, The reafons of our State we cannot yield, Say |