I'll fend her straight away: even to-morrow

I'll to the wars, the to her fingle forrow.

Par. Why, these balls bound; there's noise 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, hush! 'tis fo.

SCENE IX.

Enter Helena, and Clown.

Hel. My mother greets me kindly; is fhe well?

[Exeunt.

Clo. She is not well, but yet fhe has her health; fhe's very merry, but yet she is not well: thanks be given, she's very well, and wants nothing i'th' world; but yet fhe is not well.

Hel. If the 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 is not in heav'n, whither god fend her quickly! the other, that she's on earth, whence god fend her quickly!

Enter Parolles.

Par. 'Bless you, my fortunate lady!

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

on,

Par. You had my prayers to lead them on; and, to keep them have them still. O, my knave! how does my old lady?

Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would fhe did as you fay.

Par. Why, I fay nothing.

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

Clo. You should have faid, fir, before a knave, thou art a knave; and I am before thee that 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 pleasure, and the increase of laughter.

Par. A good knave, i' faith, and well fed. Madam, my lord will go away to-night;

A ferious bufinefs calls on him. very

The great prerogative and rite 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, are ftrew'd with sweets
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 else?

Par. That you will take your inftant leave o' th' king, And make this hafte as your own good proceeding, Strengthen'd with what apology you think

May make it probable need.

Hel. What more commands he?

Par. That, having this obtain'd, you prefently

Attend his further pleasure.

Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.

Par. I fhall report it fo.

Hel. I pray you.

Come, firrah. [to the clown.

SCENE X.

Enter Lafeu, and Bertram.

Laf. But, I hope, your lordship thinks not him a foldier.

Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.

Laf. You have it from his own deliverance.

Ber.

Ber. And by other warranted teftimony.

Laf. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.

Ber. I do affure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.

Laf. I have then finned against his experience, and tranfgrefs'd against his valour; and my state that way is dangerous, fince 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 fhall be done, fir.
Laf. I pray you, fir, who's his tailor?

Par. Sir?

Laf. O, I know him well, I, fir; he, fir, 's a good workman, a very good tailor.

Ber. Is the gone to the king?

Par. She is.

Ber. Will the away to-night?

Par. As you'll have her.

[afide to Parolles.

Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, given order for our horses; and to-night, when I should take poffeffion of the bride. and ere I do begin —

Laf. A good traveller is fomething 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 fave you, captain!

Ber. Is there any unkindness between my lord and you,

monfieur?

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 leap'd into the cuftard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer queftion for your refidence.

Ber. It may be, you have mistaken, him, my lord.
Laf. And fhall do fo ever, though I took him at's prayers.

VOL. II.

Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut: the foul of this man is his cloths. Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence: I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. Farewel, monfieur, I have spoken better of you than you have or will deferve at my hand, but we muft do good against evil. [Exit.

Par. An idle lord, I fwear.

Ber. I think fo.

Par. Why, do you not know him?

Ber. Yes, I do know him well, and common speech gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.

Hel. I have, fir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the king, and have procur❜d his leave For prefent parting; only he defires

Some private fpeech with you.

Ber. I fhall obey his will.

You must not marvel, Helen, at my courfe,
Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
The ministration and required office

On my particular: prepar'd I was not

For fuch a bufinefs; and am therefore found
So much unfettled: this drives me to entreat you,
That presently you take your way for home,
And rather mufe, than afk, why I entreat you;
For my respects are better than they seem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than shows itself at the first view,

Το you that know them not. This to my mother.

"Twill be two days ere I shall fee you; so I leave you to your wisdom.

[giving a letter.

Hel.

Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,

But that I am your moft obedient servant.

Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
Hel. And ever fhall

With true obfervance feek to eke out that
Wherein tow'rd me my homely stars have fail'd

To equal my great fortune.

Ber. Let that go:

My hafte is very great: farewel; hie home.

Hel. Pray, fir, your pardon.

Ber. Well, what would you fay?

Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;

Nor dare I fay, 'tis mine; and yet it is;

But, like a tim'rous thief, moft fain would fteal
What law does vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have?

Hel. Something, and fcarce fo much

nothing, indeed. I would not tell you what I would 'faith, yes— Strangers and foes do funder, and not kifs.

Ber. I pray you, ftay not; but in hafte to horse. Hel. I shall not break your bidding, good my lord. Ber. Where are my other men, monfieur? farewel, Go thou tow'rd home; where I will never come, Whilst I can shake my fword, or hear the drum: Away, and for our flight.

Par. Bravely, couragio!

[Exit Hel.

[Exeunt.