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And tell her, she is thine: to whom I promise
A counterpoize; if not to thy estate,
A balance more replete.
Ber.

I take her hand. · King. Good fortune, and the favour of the

king,
Smile upon this contráct; whose ceremony
Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
And be perform'd to-night:5 the solemn feast
Shall more attend upon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'st her,
Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.

Exeunt King, BERTRAM, HELENA, Lords,

and Attendants. Laf. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you. · Par. Your pleasure, sir?

Laf. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.

Par. Recantation ?-My lord? my master?
Laf. Ay; Is it not a language, I speak?

Par. A most harsh one; and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master?

Laf. Are you companion to the count Rousillon?
Par. To any count; to all counts; to what is

man.

, whose ceremony

Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,

And be performd to night:] A brief, in ancient language, means any short and summary writing or proceeding. The now: horn brief. is another phrase for the contract recently and suddenly made. The ceremony of it (says the king) shall seem to hasten after its short preliminary, and be performed to-night, &c.

STEEvens. The meaning of the present passage, I believe, is : Good fortune, and the king's favour, smile on this short contract; the ceremonial part of which shall immediately pass,--shall follow close on the troth now plighted between the parties, and be performed this night; the solemn feast shall be delayed to a future time.

MALONE.

- Laf. To what is count's man; count's master is

of another style. : Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old.

Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring thee. .

Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do. :

Laf. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs, and the bannerets, about thee, did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up;' and that thou art scarce worth.

* Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity · upon thee,

Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial;—which if-Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. Give me thy hand.

Par. My lord, you give me most egregious ina dignity.

Laf. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.

Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it.

Laf. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not bate thee a scruple. Par. Well, I shall be wiser.

Laf. E'en as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf, and beaten, shou shalt find what

6---for two ordinaries,] Whilst I sat twice with thee at table: JOHNSON

7_-- taking up;] To take up is to contradict, to call to account; as well as to pick off the ground. JOHNSON.

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it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my 'acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge; that I may say, in the default,8 he is a man I know.

- Par. My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.

Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave..

[Exit. Par. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were double and double a lord. I'll have no more pity of his age, than I would have of—I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.

. . Re-enter Lafeu. Laf. Sirrah, your lord and master's married, there's news for you; you have a new mistress. ,

Par. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs; He is my good lord: whom I serve above, is my master.

Laf. Who? God? Par. Ay, sir.

Laf. The devil it is, that's thy mąster. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make

: 8 in the default,] That is, at a need,
· for doing I am past ; as I will by thee, in what motion
age will give me leave.] Mr. Edwards has, I think, given the true
meaning of Lafeu's words. I cannot do much, says Lafeu;
doing I am past, as I will by thee in what motion age will give me.
leare; i. e, as I will pass by thee as fast as I am able :- and he im-
mediately goes out. It is a play on the word past: the conceit
indeed is poor, but Shakspeare plainly meant it.” MALONE.

hose of thy sleeves ? do other servants so? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'd beat thee: methinks, thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee.. I think, thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.

Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.

Laf. Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords, and honourable personages, than the heraldry of your birth and virtue gives you commission. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you.

[Exit.

TRAM.

Enter BerTRAM. Par. Good, very good; it is so then-Good, very good; let it be concealed a while.

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 kicksy-wicksy' here at home; is
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars'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 durst not speak: His present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
Where noble fellows strike: War is no strife
To 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 sorrow. Par. Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it.

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

Exeunt.

SCENE IV.
Another Room in the same.

The same.

Enter HELENA and Clown. Hel. My mother greets me kindly: Is she well? Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health:

1 That hugs his kicksy-wicksy, &c.] Sir T. Hanmer, in his Glossary, observes, that kicksy-wicksy is a made word in ridicule and disdain of a wife,

2 To the dark-house,] The dark house is a house made gloomy by discontent.

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