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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 steed: 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 those 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.

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kickfy-wicky]-a nick name for a wife.

To the dark houfe, and the detefted wife.]-gloomy from difcontentalluding to the "jmoaky boufe, and fcolding wife." HENRY IV. 4 capricio]-humour.

Par.

Par. Why, these 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, huh! 'tis fo.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

IV.

Enter Helena and Clown.

Hel. My mother greets me kindly; Is fhe well? Clo. She is not well; but yet she has health: she'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 the be very well, what does she 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 fhe'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,

would fhe did as you say.

I

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 fhould 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 ferious 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 whose delay, 'is 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 elfe?

Par. That you will take your instant leave o'the king, And make this hafte as your own good proceeding, Strenghten'd with what apology you think, May 'make it probable need.

Hel. What more commands he?

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

Shakes 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.

Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.

Par. I fhall report it fo.

[Exit Parolles. Hel. I pray you.-Come, firrah. [To the Clown. [Exeunt.

S CEN E V.

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. 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.

is

Laf. I have then finned against his experience, and tranfgrefs'd against his valour; and my ftate that way dangerous, fince I cannot yet find in my heart to repent: Here he comes; I pray you, make us friends, I will purfue the amity.

Enter Parolles.

Par. These things fhall be done, fir.
Laf. I pray you, fir, who's his taylor?

Par. Sir?

Laf. O, I know him well: Ay, fir; he, fir, is a good

workman, a very good taylor.

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, cafketed my treasure, Given order for our horfes: 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 unkindness between any lord and you, monfieur ?

my

Par. I know not how I have deferv'd to run into my lord's displeasure.

Laf. You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, * like him that leapt into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer question for your

refidence.

Ber. It may be, you have miftaken him, my lord.

Laf. And fhall do fo ever, though I took him at's prayers. 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 clothes: truft him not in matter of heavy confequence; 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 must do good against evil.

Par. An idle lord, I fwear.

Ber. I think fo.

Par. Why, do you not know him?

Ber. Yes, I know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pafs. Here comes my clog.

[Exit.

is fomething at the latter end of a dinner;]—makes an agreeable addition to the defert.

* like him that leapt into the cuftard ;]—a piece of wit, practised by the zany at city entertainments.

Y fuffer queftion]-run the rifque of being called to account.

Enter