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fitable; 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 very serious business calls on him. The great prerogative and right of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknow

ledge; But puts it off by a compelld restraint; Whose want, and whose delay, is strewed with

sweets,
Which they distil 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 instant leave o' the

king, And make this haste as your own good proceeding, Strengthened 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.

Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.
Par. I shall report it so.
Hel.

I
pray you.—Come, sirrah.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Another Room in the same.

Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM. Laf. But, I hope, your lordship thinks not him a soldier.

probable need.) A specious appearance of necessity.

Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
Laf. You have it from his own deliverance.
Ber. And by other warranted testimony.

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 us friends, I will pursue the amity.

pray you, make

Enter PAROLLES.

Par. These things shall be done, sir.

[To BERTRAM. Laf. Pray you, sir, 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? Par. As you'll have her.

Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, Given order for our horses; and to-night, When I should take possession of the bride,And, ere I do begin,

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.

a bunting.) The bunting is, in feather, size, and form, so like the sky-lark, as to require nice attention to discover the one from the other ; it also ascends and sings in the air nearly in the same manner: but it has little or no song, which gives estimation to the sky-lark.

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 Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.

Enter HELENA.

Hel. I have, sir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the king, and have procur’d his leave

4 You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leaped into the custard;] This odd allusion is not introduced without a view to satire. It was a foolery practised at

For present parting; only, he desires
Some private speech with you.
Ber.

I shall obey his will.
You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
The ministration and required office
On my particular: prepar'd I was not
For such a business; therefore am I found
So much unsettled: This drives me to entreat you,
That presently you take your way for home;
And rather muse, than ask, 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,
To you that know them not. This to my mother:

[Giving a letter. 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you; so I leave

your

wisdom. Hel.

Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient servant.

Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
Hel.

And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out that,
Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
To equal my great fortune.
Ber.

Let that

go:
My haste is very great: Farewell; hie home.

Hel. Pray, sir, your pardon.
Ber.

Well, what would you say?
Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;o
Nor dare I say, 'tis mine; and yet it is;
But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.

you to

city entertainments, whilst the jester or zany was in vogue, for him to jump into a large deep custard, set for the purpose. 5 And rather muse,] To muse is to wonder.

the wealth I owe;] i. e. I own, possess.

6

Ber.

What would

you

have? Hel. Something; and scarce so much :-nothing,

indeed. I would not tell you what I would: my

lord-'faith, yes;Strangers, and foes, do sunder, and not kiss.

Ber. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse. Hel. I shall not break your bidding, good my

lord. Ber. Where are my other men, monsieur?Farewell.

[Exit HELENA. Go thou toward home; where I will never come, Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the

drum:Away, and for our flight. Par.

Bravely, coragio!

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. Florence. A Room in the Duke's

Palace.

Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, attended;

two French Lords, and others. Duke. So that, from point to point, now have

you heard

The fundamental reasons of this war;
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth,
And more thirsts after.
1 Lord.

Holy seems the quarrel
Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
On the opposer.
Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin

France

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