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Laf. Ay, is it not a language I speak? Par. A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody fucceeding. My master!

Laf. Are you companion to the Count Roufillon ? "Par. To any Count; to all Counts; to what is man, Laf. To what is Count's man; Count's master is of another style.....

Par. You are too old, Sir; let it fatisfy you, you are too old

Laf. I must tell thee, firrah, 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, to be a pretty wife fellow: thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burthen. I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up, and that thou'rt 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! fo, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, I look thro thee. Give me thy hand.

Par. My Lord, you give me most egregious indignity.

Laf. Ay with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it.

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Par. I have not, my Lord, deferv'd it.
Laf. Yes, good faith, ev'ry dram of it; and I will

not bate thee a fcruple.

Par. Well, I shall be wifer

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Laf. Ev'n as foon as thou can'st, for thou haft to pull at a smack o'th' contrary. If ever thou beeft bound in thy fearf and beaten, 'thou shalt find what it is to' be proud of thy bondage, I have a defire to hold my. acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may fay in the default, he is a man I know.

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Par. My Lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.

Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy fake, and my poor doing eternal: for doing, I am pait +; * * * as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave. Exit.

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Par. Well, thou hast a fon shall take this difgrace

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off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy Lord! 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, my good Lord, whom I serve above, is my master.

Laf. Who? God?

Par. Ay, Sir.

Laf. The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion? doft make hose of thy fleeves? 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 waft created for men to breathe 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 fawcy with Lords and honourable personages, than the heraldry of

+ Here is a line loft after past; so that it should be distinguished by a break with afterifks. The very words of the loft line it is impoffible to retrieve; but the sense is obvious enough. For doing I am paft; aze has deprived me of much of my force and vigour; yet I have still enough to thew the world Ican do myself right; as I will by thee, in wbat motion [or in the best manner] age will give me leave. Mr. War burton.

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your birth and virtue gives you commission. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [Exit.

SCENE VIII. Enter Bertram.

Par. Good, very good, it is so then. - Good, very good, let it be conceal'd a while.

Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!

Par. What is the matter, sweet heart!

Ber. Although before the folemn priest I've sworn,

I will not bed her.

Par. What? what, sweet 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 th' wars.

Ber. There's letters from my mother; what the import is, I know not yet.

Par. Ay, that would be known: to th' wars, my boy, to th' wars.

He wears his honour in a box, unfeen,
That hugs his kicksy-wicksy here at home;
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should fuftain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars's fiery steed: to other regions
France is a stable, we that dwell in't jades,
Therefore to th' war.

Ber. It shall be fo, I'll send her to my houfe,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am fled; write to the King
That which I durst not speak. His present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
Where.noble fellows ftrike. War is no ftrife
To the dark house, and the detested wife.

Par. Will this capricic 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, 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,

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The King hath done you wrong: but, hush! 'tis fo.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX. Enter Helena and Clown.

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

Hel. If the be very well, what does she ail, that she's not very well?

Clo. Truly, she's very well, indeed, but for two things.

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Hel. What two things?

Clo. One, that she's not in heav'n, whither God fend her quickly; the other, that she's in earth, from whence God fend her quickly!

Enter Parolles.

Par. Bless you, my fortunate Lady !

Hel. I hope, Sir, I have your good-will to have

mine own good fortune.

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

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

Par. Why, I fay nothing.

Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue speaks 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 faid, Sir, before a knave th'art a knave; that's, before me th'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

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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 ferious business calls on him.
The great prerogative and rite of love,
Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknow-
But puts it off by a compell'd restraint:
Whose want and whose delay is strew'd with sweets
Which they distill now in the curbed time,

To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.

Hel. What his will elfe ?

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Par. That you will take your instant leave o' th'

King,

And make this haste 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 shall report it fo.

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[Exit Parolles.

Hel. I pray you. - Come, firrah, [To Clown.

[Exeunt.

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. And by other warranted teftimony.

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 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.

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