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it might pafs; yet the fcarfs, and the bannerets, about thee, did manifoldly diffuade me from believing thee a veffel 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 fcarce worth. Par. Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee,

Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, left thou haften 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 indignity. Laf. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it. Par. I have not, my lord, deferv'd it.

Laf. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not bate thee a fcruple.

Par. Well I fhall be wifer.

Laf. E'en as foon as thou can'ft, for thou haft to pull at a smack o'the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf, and beaten, thou fhalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a defire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge; that I may fay, in the default, he is a man I know,

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Par. My lord, you do me most infupportable vexation. Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy fake, and my poor doing eternal: for doing, I am paft; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave.

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[Exit.

Par. Well, thou haft a fon fhall take this disgrace off me; fcurvy, old, filthy, fcurvy lord !-Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him,

Ꮒ fcarfs, and the bannerets]-the profufion of military ornaments. taking up;-contradicting, challenging.

in the default,]-of "I know he is a man."

1 as I will by thee, in what motion]-I will pass by thee, with what expedition.

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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 mafter's marry'd, there's news for you; you have a new mistress.

Par. I moft unfeignedly befeech your lordship to "make some reservation of your wrongs: He is my good lord: whom I serve above, is my mafter.

Laf. Who? God?

Par. Ay, fir.

Laf. The devil it is, that's thy mafter. Why doft thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion? doft make hose of thy fleeves? do other fervants fo? Thou wert beft fet thy lower part where thy nofe ftands. 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 waft created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.

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

Laf. Go to, fir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller: you are more faucy with lords, and honourable perfonages, than the heraldry of birth your and virtue gives you commiffion. You are not worth another word, elfe I'd call you knave. I leave you. Enter Bertram.

Par. Good, very good; it is fo then.-Good, very good; let it be conceal'd a while.

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to make fome refervation of your wrongs :]-to be more sparing of your infults.

to breathe themselves]-"When you breathe in your watering, they cry, hem and bid you play it off."

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Ber.

- Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!

Par. What is the matter, fweet heart?

Ber. Although before the folemn priest I have fworn, I will not bed her.

Par. What? what, fweet heart?

Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me :— I'll to the Tufcan 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 unfeen,

That hugs his kickfy-wickfy here at home;
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should fuftain the bound and high curvet
Of Mar's fiery fteed: To other regions!
France is a stable; we that dwell in't, jades;
Therefore, to the war!

Ber. It fhall be fo; I'll fend her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her.
And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
That which I durft not speak: His present gift
Shall furnish me to thofe Italian fields,
Where noble fellows ftrike: War is no ftrife
To the dark houfe, 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.

kickly-wickly]-a nick name for a wife.

P To the dark houfe, and the detefted wife.]-gloomy from difcontentalluding to the "jinoaky koufe, and fcolding wife." HENRY IV. 9 capricio]-humour.

Par.

Par. Why, thefe balls bound; there's noife 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.

SCENE IV.

Enter Helena and Clown.

[Exeunt.

Hel. My mother greets me kindly; Is fhe well? Clo. She is not well; but yet fhe has health: fhe's very merry; but yet she's not well but, thanks be given, she's very well, and wants nothing i'the world; but yet fhe is not well.

Hel. If fhe be very well, what does fhe 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 fhe'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. Blefs you, my fortunate lady!

Hel. I hope, fir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes.

Par. You have 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 you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you fay.

Par. Why, I fay nothing.

Clo. Marry, you are the wifer man; for many

a man's

tongue

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 yourself, 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 pleafure, 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 right 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 inftant leave o'the king, And make this hafte as your own good proceeding, Strenghten'd with what apology you think,

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May make it probable need.

Hel. What more commands he?

Par. That, having this obtain'd, you prefently Attend his further pleasure.

fbakes out]-blabs.

is ftrew'd with fweets, Which they diftil now in the curbed time,]are impregnated with the feeds of future felicity, which, during this feafon of enforced abftinence, will be matured, and produce a plenteous harvest.

make it probable need.]-give it the face of neceffity.

Hel.