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That hugs his kicksy-wicksy here at home:
Ber. It shall be so; I'll send her to my house,
Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure?
Par. Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it.—'Tis hard;
Enter HELENA 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?
Clo. Truly, she's very well, indeed, but for two things.
Clo. One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send her quickly! the other, that she's in earth, from whence, God send her quickly!
Enter PAROLLES. Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady!
Hel. I hope, Sir, 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 still.—0, my knave! how does my old lady?
Clo. So that you had' her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you say.
Par. Why, I say nothing. Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing: To say 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 said, Sir, before a knave, thou art a knave; that is, before me, thou art a knave: this had been truth, Sir.
Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee.
Clo. Did you find me in yourself, Sir? or were you taught to find me? The search, Sir, 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.-
Hei. What's his will else?
Par. That you will take your instant leave o' the king,
Hel. What more commands he?
Par. That, having this obtain'd, you presently
Hel. In everything I wait upon his will.
[Exeunt. SCENE V.-Another Room in the same.
Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM.
Laf. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.
Ber. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.
Laf. I have then sinned against his experience, and transgressed against his valour; and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent. Here he comes; I pray you, make us friends, I will pursue the amity.
Enter PAROLLES. Par. These things shall be done, Sir. [To BERTRAM. Laf. Pray you, Šir, who's his tailor ? Par. Sir
Laf. O, I know him well: Ay, Sir; he, Sir, is a good workman, a very good tailor. Ber. Is she gone to the king ?
[Aside to PAROLLES. Par. She is. Ber. Will she away to-night?
* Ostensible necessity.
Par. As you'll have her.
Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
Laf. A good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner; but one that lies three-thirds, and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten.—God save you, captain.
Ber. Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur ?
Par. I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure.
Laf. You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your residence.
Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my lord. Laf. And shall do so 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 soul of this man is his clothes: trust him not in matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. - Farewell, monsieur: I have spoken better of you, than you have or will deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil.
[Exit. Par. An idle lord, I swear. Ber. I think so. Par. Why, do you not know him ?
Ber. Yes, I do know him well ; and common speech
Ber. I shall obey his will,
[Giving a letter. 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you; so I leave you to your wisdom.
Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
Hel. And ever shall
Ber. Let that go:
Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon.
Ber. What would you have ?
Hel. Something; and scarce so much :-nothing indeed.
Ber. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
ACT III. .
SCENE I.-Florence, A Room in the DUKE'S Palace.
Flourish.--Enter the DUKE OF FLORENCE, attended ; two French
LORDS, and others.
1 Lord. Holy seems the quarrel
Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
2 Lord. Good my lord,
# Not in the secret.
Myself in my uncertain grounds to fail
Duke. Be it his pleasure.
(Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE II.-Rousillon. A Room in the COUNTESS's Palace.
Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN. Count. It hath happened all as I would have had it, save, that he comes not along with her.
Clo. By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man.
Count. By what observance, I pray you ?
Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff,t and sing; ask questions, and sing; píck his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song. Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Opening a letter. Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, since I was at court: our old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o’ the court: the brains of my Cupid's knocked out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
[Exit. Count. [Reads.] I have sent you a daughter-in-law : she hath recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the not eternal. You shall hear, I am run away; know it, before the report come. If there 'be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you.
Your unfortunate son,
BERTRAM. This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, To fly the favours of so good a king;, To pluck his indignation on thy head, By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire.
Re-enter CLOWN. Clo. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within, between two soldiers and my young lady.
* Our young fellows.
+ The fold at the top of the boot.