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Par. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgracę off me?; fcurvy, old, filthy, scurvy Lord ! — well, 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,
Lof. Sirrah, your Lord and Master's married, there's news for you : you have a new mistress.
Per. I molt 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?
Lef. The devil it is, that's thy master. Why doit thou garter up thy arms o'this fashion ? daft make hose of thy neeves ? do other servants 10? thou wert best fet 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 wast created for men to breathe themselves
age will give me leave.] Here is groundless. The conceit, which i aline loft after past ; so that it is to thin that it might well elfould be distinguiihed by a break cape a hasty reader, is in the with asterisks. The very words word paft; I am past, as I will of the loft line it is imposible be part in thte. to retrieve; but the sente is ob- di, slon baft a fon fall vious' enough. For doing I am take this disgrace ift me :) This ja? ; age has depri ed me of the poet makes Paroles speak much of my force and vigour, alone ; and this is nature. A yet I have itill enough to thew coward woulu try to hide his the word I can do my felf right poltroonry even frim himself.a. I willy t'ec, in ubat motion An ordinary usiter would have [or in the bett manner) age will been glad of such an opportunity
WARBURTON. to bring him to confilion. This cu picion of a chalm
give me liuve.
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 your birth and virtue gives you commission. You are not worth another word, elle I'd call you knave.
I leave you.
Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
Ber. Although before the folemn Priest I've sworn,
Par. What? what, sweet heart?
Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me:
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
boy, to th' wars.
Ber. Ii fhall be fo, I'll send her to my house,
8 In former copies :
heraldry.] Sir Tho. Hanmer rethan the commission of fored it. your birth and virtue gives you
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art fure?
Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
'Tis hard ;
Enter Helena and Clown.
Hel. My mother greets me kindly, is she well?
Clo. She is not well, but yet she has her health; she's verry 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 she be very well, what does the ail, that
Clo. One, that she's not in heav'n, whither God fend her quickly : the other, that she's in earth, from whence God send her quickly!
9 To the dark house,-) The paring to combat, dark house is a house made gloomy So frown'd the mighty combaby discontent. Milion says of
tants, that Hell death and the king of Hell pre- Grew darker at their frown,
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 ftill. O, my knave, how does my old lady?
Clo. So that you had her wrinkles and I her mony, I would, she did, as you say.
Par. Why, I say nothing.
Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes 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 ticle; which is within a very little of nothing.
Par. Away, thou’rt a knave.
Clo. You should have said, Sir, before a knave th'art a knave; that's, before me th’art a knaye : this had been truth, Sir.
Par. Go to, thou art a witty fuol, I have found thec.
Clo. Did you find me in yourself, Sir? or were you taught to find me ? the search, Sir, 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. Madam, my Lord will go away to night,
serious business calls on him. The great prerogative and rite of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowlege; But puts it off by a compelld restraint: Whose want, and whose deiay, 'is alrew'd with sweets Which they distil now in the curbed time, To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
'W bese want, and whose de- fuppose, are compliments and
lay, &c.] The sweets with profeflions of kindness. which this wan: are firewed, I
And And pleasure drown the brim.
Hel. What's his will eile?
Par. That you will take your inftant leaveo’th'King, And make this hafte as your own good proceeding; Strengthen’d with what apology, you think, May male it probable need :
Hil. What more commands he?
Par. That having this obtain'd, you presently
Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.
[Exit Parolles. Hel. I pray you-Come, Sirrah. To Clown.
SCE N E X.
Enter Lafeu and Bertram.
Laf. But, I hope, your Lordship thinks not him a soldier,
Eer. Yes, my Lord, and of very valiant approof.
goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.
Ber. I do afure you, my Lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.
Lef. I have then sinned against his experience, and transgress'd againit his valour; and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to sepent: here he comes; I pray you, make us friends, I will pursue the amity.
Par. These things shall be done, Sir.
froballe need.) A specious appearance of neceflity.