That hugs his kickfy-wickfy here at home; Ber. It fhall be fo; I'll fend her to my house; Where noble fellows ftrike. War is no ftrife Par. Will this capriccio hold in thee, art fure? : Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me. I'll fend her ftraight away: To-morrow I'll to the wars, the to her fingle forrow. Par. Why, thefe balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard; A young man, married, is a man that's marr'd: That bugs bis kickfy-wickly, &c. Sir T. Hanmer in his Gloffary, obferves that kickfy-wickly is a made word in ridicule and disdain of a wife. Taylor, the waterpoet, has a poem in disdain of his debtors, intitled, a kickfy-winfy, or a Lerry come-twang. Dr. GRAY To the dark boufe,] The dark boufe is a houfe made gloomy by difcontent, Milton fays of death and the king of hell preparing to combat, So frown'd the mighty combatants, that hell SCENE SCENE IV. Enter Helena and Clown. Hel. My mother greets me kindly; Is fhe well? Clo. She is not well, but yet fhe has her health i fhe's very merry; but yet fhe's not well: but, thanks be given, fhe's very well, and wants nothing i'the world; but yet she is not well. Hel. If the be very well, what does fhe ail, that fhe's not very well? Clo. Truly, he's very well, indeed, but for two things. Hel. What two things? Clo. One, that he's not in heaven, 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, fir, 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 ftill.-O, my knave, how does my old lady? Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would, he did, as you say. Par. Why, I fay nothing. Clo. Marry, you are the wifer man; for many a man's tongue shakes out his mafter'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 should have faid, fir, before a knave, thou art a knave; that's, before me thou art a knave: this had been truth, fir. Par. 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.- 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 whofe delay,' is ftrew'd with sweets To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, Hel. What's his will elfe? Par. That you will take your inftant leave o'the And make this hafte as your own good proceeding, Hel. What more commands he? Par. That having this obtain'd, you prefently Attend his further pleasure. 1 Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will. Par. I fhall report it fo. Hel. I pray you.-Come, firrah. [Exit Parolles. [To Clown. [Exeunt. Whofe want, and whofe delay, &c.] The fweets with which this want are firewed, I fuppofe, are compliments and profeffions of kindness. JOHNSON. 2-probable need.] A fpecious appearance of neceffity. JOHNSON. SCENE SCENE 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. 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 againft his experience, and tranfgrefs'd against his valour; and my ftate 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 Parolies. Par. These things fhall be done, fir. Par. Sir? Laf. O, I know him well: Ay, fir, he, fir's, 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 Parelles. Ber. I have writ my letters, cafketed my treasure, When I fhould take poffeffion of the bride,- 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 pafs a thousand nothings with, fhould be once heard, and thrice beaten.God fave you, captain. Ber. Ber. Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monfieur. Par. I know not, how I have deserv'd to run into my lord's displeasure. Laf. You have made shift to run into't, boots and fpurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer que ftion 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. 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 deserve at my hand; but we must do good against [Exit. 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 pass. Here comes my clog. Enter Helena. 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. 3 You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like bim that leapt into the custard ;] This odd allufion is not introduc'd without a view to fatire. It was a foolery practifed at city entertainments, whilft the jester or zany was in vogue, for him to jump into a large deep custard: fet for the purpose, to set on a quantity of barren spectators to laugh; as our poet fays in his Hamlet. THEOBALD. |