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Par. And debile minister, great power, great transcendance; which should, indeed, give us a further use to be made, than alone the recovery of the king, as to be Laf. Generally thankful.
Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. Par. I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.
Laf. Lustic,* as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head: Why, he's able to lead her a coranto.
Par. Mort du Vinaigre! Is not this Helen ?
[Exit an Attendant.
Enter several LORDS.
Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
Laf. I'd give bay Curtal, and his furniture,
King. Peruse them well:
All. We understand it, and thank heaven for you.
Hel. I am a simple maid; and therein wealthiest,
King. Make choice; and, see,
Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly;
1 Lord. And grant it.
* Lusty, cheerful.
As to the teeth.
Hel. Thanks, Sir; all the rest is mute.*
Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw ames-ace for my life.
Hel. The honour, Sir, that flames in your fair eyes,
2 Lord. No better, if you please.
Hel. My wish receive,
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. Be not afraid [To a LORD] 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 them.
Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of my blood. 4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so.
Laf. There's one grape yet,-I am sure thy father drank wine. But if thou be’st not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen: I have known thee already.
Hel. I dare not say, I take you [To BERTRAM]; but I give Me, and my service, ever whilst I live, Into your guiding power. This is the man.
King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, she's thy wife.
Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your highness,
King. Know'st thou not, Bertram,
Ber. Yes, my good lord;
King. Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.
Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down
King. 'Tis only titlet thou disdain'st in her, the which
*1. e. I have no more to say to you. + I. e. the want of title.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
Hel. That you are well restored, my lord, I am glad;
King. My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,
Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
# Child. $ If we put ourselves into her scale, we shall throw your scale up to the beam,
King. Take her by the hand,
Ber. I take her hand.
King. Good fortune, and the favour of the king,
(Exeunt KING, BERTRAM, HELENA, LORDS, and Attendants.
Par. A most harsh one; and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master ?
Laf. Are you companion to the count Rousillon ?
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,t 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;I 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 indignity.
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 pullat 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 dosire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my
* I. e. the contract just made. + I. e. while I sate twice with thee at dinner. # Contradicting.
knowledge; that I may say, in the default,* 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 willt 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?
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, thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee. I think, thou wast created for men to breathe I 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.
[Erit, 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!
Ber. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
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, * At need. + (Pass.)