"We blush that thou shouldst choose; but, be refus'd,1 Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever; Hel. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.5 Laf. I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life. Hel. [To Sec. Lord] The honour, sir, that Before I speak, too threateningly replies: 91 Laf. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the Turk, to make eunuchs of. Hel. [To Third Lord] Be not afraid that I your hand should take; I'll never do you wrong for your own sake: Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed! Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got 'em. 101 Hel. [To Fourth Lord] You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of my blood. Fourth Lord. Fair one, I think not so. Laf. There's one grape yet,-I am sure thy father drunk wine:-but if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen; I have known thee already. Hel.] [To Bertram] I dare not say I take? you; but I give Me and my service, ever whilst I live, 4 Be refus'd, if thou art refused. 5 The rest is mute, I have no more to say to you. 110 It is a dropsied honour: good alone Is good without a name. Vileness is so: Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit My fancy to your eyes: when I consider What great creation and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now Take her by the hand, 180 6 Misprision, contempt. 7 Staggers, perplexity, bewilderment. 8 Careless lapse, uncared-for falling away from right. 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, thou shalt find what 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,2 he is a man I know. 242 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,3 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. 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 master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make 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 't, thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee: I think thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee. 272 Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord. Laj. 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 commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [Exit. Par. Good, very good; it is so then:-good, very good; let it be concealed awhile. 283 The tread of a man's foot: to the wars! That would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars! 4 Forfeited, forsaken, abandoned. SCENE IV. Paris. An antechamber in Enter HELENA with a letter, and CLOWN. Hel. My mother greets me kindly: is she well? [Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's very merry; but yet she 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 she be very well, what does she ail, that she's not very well?] 2 Capriccio, properly an Italian word = fancy. |