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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 Tuscan wars, and never bed her.

Par. France is a dog hole, and it ng 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, unseen,
That hugs his kicksy-wickly here at home ;
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which thould sustain 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 so, I'll send her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am fed; write to the King
That which I durft not speak. His present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
Where noble fellows strike. War is no strife
To the dark house, and the detested wife.

Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art fure ?

Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
I'll send her straight away : to-morrow
I'll to the wars, The to her single sorrow.
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, huh! 'tis so.


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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 transgress'd againft 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 thall be done, Sir. Laf. I pray you, Sir, who's his taylor ? Par. Sir ? · Laf. O, I know him well; I, Sir; he, Sir's, a good workman, a very good taylor.

Ber. Is she gone to the King ? [Afide 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 fhould 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 lyes 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. (17) You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard ;

(17) Tou have made shift to run into't, Boots and Spurs and all, like him that leapt into the Custard.} This odd Allusion is not introduc'd without a View to Satire. It was a Foolery pra&tis'd at City- Entertainments, whilst the Fefter or Zany was in Vogue, for him to jump into a large deep Custard: set for the Purpose, 10 set on a Quantity of barren Spe&tators to laugh ; as our Poet says in his Hamlet.

s 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 Thall do so ever, tho' 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 soul of this man
is his clothes. Trust him not in matter of heavy con-
sequence : I have kept of them tame, and know their
natures. Farewel, Monsieur, I have spoken better of

you have or will deserve at my hand, but we must do good against evil.

Par. An idle lord, I swear.
Ber. I think so.
Par. Why, do you not know him ?

Ber. Yes, I 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
Fo 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,
10 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 intreat you,

That presently you take your way for home,
And rather muse, than ask, why I intreat you ;
For my respects are better than they seem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than shews itself at the first view,

that know them not. This to my mother. gs

[Giving a letter. 1

"Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
I leave you to your wisdom.

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


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SCENE changes to the Court of France. Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with letters,

and divers Attendants. King THE Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears ;

Have fought with equal fortune, and con

tinue A braving war.

i Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.

King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it, A certainty vouch'd from our cousin Austria ; With caution, that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would seem To have us make denial.

i Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd fo to your Majesty, may plead For ample credence.

King. He hath arm'd our answer ;
And Florence is deny'd, before he comes :
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part.

2 Lord. It may well serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing and exploit.
King. What's he comes here ?

Enter Bertram, Lafeu and Parolles. 1 Lord. It is the count Roufillon, my good lord, young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face.
Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts
May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majesty's.

King. I would, I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship

First try'd our soldiership: he did look far
Into the service of the time, and was
Discipled of the brav'it. He la:led long;
But on us both did haggish age steal on,
And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
To talk of your good father; in his youth
He had the wit, which I can well observe
To day in our young lords ; but they may jest,
Till their own scorn return to them unnoted,
Ere they can hide their levity in honour :
So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness (3)
Were in him ; pride or sharpness, if there were,
His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour,
Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exceptions bid him speak; and at that time
His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him
He us'd

as creatures of another place,
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks;
Making them proud of his humility,
In their poor praise he humbled : Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times ;
Which, follow'd well, would now demonstrate them
But goers backward.

Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
So in approof lives not his epitaph,
As in your royal speech.
King. 'Would, I were with him! he would always

fay, (3) So like a Courtier, no contempt or Dirterness

Were in his Pride or Sharpness ; if they were,

His Equal had awak'd them. This Passage seems so very incorrectly pointed, that the Author's Meaning is lost in the Carelessness. As the Text and Stops are reform’d, these are most beautiful Lines, and the Sense this" He had no

Contempt or Bitterness; if he had any thing that look'd like « Pride or Sharpness, (of which Qualities Contempt and Bite “ terness are the Excesses,) his Equal had awak'd them, not “his Inferior; to whom he scorn'd to discover any thing that 6. bore the Shadow of Pride or Sharpness.” Mr. Warburton.


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