Shall furnish me to thofe Italian fields,
Where noble fellows ftrike: War is no-ftrife
To the dark house, and the detefted wife.

PAR. Will this capricio hold in thee, art fure?
BER. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
I'll fend her straight away: To-morrow

I'll to the wars, fhe to her fingle forrow.

['Tis hard;

PAR. Why, these balls bound; there's noife in it.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.

SCENE IV. The fame. Another Room in the fame.
Enter HELENA and CLOWN.

HEL. My mother greets me kindly: Is fhe well?

CLO. She is not well; but yet she has her health: fhe's very merry; but yet fhe 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 the be very well, what does fhe ail, that fhe's not very well?

CLO. Truly, fhe's very well, indeed, but for two things. HEL. What two things?

CLO. One, that she's not in heaven, whither God fend her quickly! the other, that she's in earth, from whence God fend her quickly!

Enter PAROLLES.

PAR. Bless you, my fortunate lady!

HEL. I hope, fir, 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 ftill.-O, my knave! How does my old lady?

CLO. So that had her wrinkles, and I her money, you

I would she did as you say.

PAR. Why, I fay nothing.

CLO. Marry, you are the wiser 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 should have faid, fir, 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 yourfelf, fir? or were you taught to find me? The fearch, 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.
Madam, my lord will go away to-night;
A very serious bufinefs calls on him.

The great prerogative and rite of love,

Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge; But puts it off by a compell'd restraint;

Whose want, and whofe delay, is ftrew'd with fweets,
Which they diftil 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 hafte as your own good proceeding, Strengthen'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.

HEL. In every thing I wait upon his will.

PAR. I fhall report it fo.

HEL. I pray you.-Come, firrah.

SCENE V. Another Room in the fame.

Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM.

[Exeunt.

LAF. But, I hope, your lordship thinks not him a foldier.

BER. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
LAF. You have it from his own deliverance.

BER. And by other warranted 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 tranfgrefs'd against his valour; and my ftate that way is dangerous, fince I cannot yet find in my heart to reHere he comes; I pray you, make us friends, I. will purfue the amity.

pent.

Enter PAROLLES.

PAR. These things fhall be done, fir. [To BERtram. LAF. 'Pray you, fir, who's his tailor?

PAR. Sir?

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

BER. Is the gone to the king?

PAR. She is.

BER. Will fhe 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 horfes; and to-night,
When I should take poffeffion of the bride,-
And ere I do begin,

LAF. A good traveller is fomething at the latter end of a dinner; but one that lies three thirds, and ufes a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten.-God fave you, captain.

BER. Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monfieur ?

PAR. I know not how I have deferv'd to run into my lord's displeasure.

LAF. You have made fhift to run into't, boots and fpurs and all, like him that leap'd into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer question for your refidence.

BER. It may be, you have mistaken him, my lord.

LAF. And shall do fo 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 foul of this man is his clothes: truft him not in matter of heavy confequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. Farewell, monfieur: I have spoken

better of

you, than

you

have or will deferve at my hand;

[Exit

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 do know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pafs. Here comes my clog.

Enter HELENA.

HEL. I have, fir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the king, and have procur'd his leave

For present parting; only, he defires

Some private speech with you.

BER. I fhall obey his will.

You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
The ministration and required office

On my particular: prepar'd I was not

For fuch a bufinefs; therefore am I found

So much unfettled : This drives me to entreat you,
That presently you take your way for home;
And rather mufe, than afk, why I entreat you:
For my respects are better than they seem;
And my appointments have in them a need,
Greater than fhows itfelf, at the firft view,

To you that know them not. This to my mother:

[Giving a letter. 'Twill be two days ere I fhall fee you; fo

HEL. Sir, I can nothing say,

But that I am your most obedient fervant.
BER. Come, come, no more of that.
HEL. And ever fhall

With true obfervance feek to eke out that,

Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd

To equal my great fortune.

BER. Let that go:

My hafte is very great: Farewell, hie home.

HEL. Pray, fir, your pardon.

BER. Well, what would you fay?

HEL. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Nore dare I fay, 'tis mine; and yet it is;
But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.