Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever! 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 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, unseen, That hugs his kicksy-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 capricio 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, these balls bound, there's noise in it. A young man, married, is a man that's marr'd: [Exeunt. Enter Into your guided power: this is the man. [To Bertram. King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, fhe's thy wife. Ber. My wife, my Liege? I fhall befeech your High- In fuch a business give me leave to use King. Know'st thou not, Bertram, Ber. Yes, my good Lord, But never hope to know why I fhould marry her. Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down Rather corrupt me ever! Difdain King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'ft in her, the which I can build up: ftrange is it, that our bloods, Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, Is good without a name The property by v Not by the title In these, to (13) F n, ious And And these breed honour: That is honour's fcorn, Is her own dow'r; honour and wealth from me. King. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou should'st strive to chufe. Hel. That you are well reflor'd, my lord, I'm glad : Let the reft go. King. (15) My honour's at the stake; which to defend, My love, and her defert; that canft not dream, Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know, ▾ pla e honour Enter Helena and Clown. Hel. My mother greets me kindly, is fhe well? Clo. She is not well, but yet fhe has her health; fhe's very merry, but yet fhe is not well: but, thanks be given, fhe's very well, and wants nothing i'th' world; but yet fhe is not well. Hel. If the be very well, what does fhe ail, that she's not very well? Clo. Truly, fhe's very well, indeed, but for two things. Hel. What two things? Clo. One, that'fhe'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. Blefs 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, fhe did, as you fay. Par. Why, I fay nothing. Clo. Marry, you are the wiser 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 fhould have said, 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 yourfelf, Sir? or were you taught to find me? the fearch, Sir, was profitable, and much fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure, and the encrease of laughter. Par. Par. A good knave, i'faith, and well fed. Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge; Whose want, and whose 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'th' King, And make this hafte 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 presently Attend his further pleasure. Hel. (16) In every thing I wait upon his will. Par. I fhall report it fo. Hel. I pray you.-Come, Sirrah. Enter Lafeu and Bertram. (Exit Parolles. [To Clown. [Exeunt. Laf. But, I hope, your Lordship thinks not him foldier. Ber. Yes, my Lord, and of very valiant approof. Laf. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting. (16) Hel. In every Thing I wait upon his Will. Par. I fhall report it so. Hel. I pray you come, Sirrah.] The Pointing of He len's laft fhort Speech ftands thus abfurdly, thro' all the Editions. My Regulation restores the true Meaning, Upon Parolles saying, He shall report it so; Helena is intended to reply, I pray you, do fo; and then, turning to the Clown, She more familiarly addreffes him, and bids him come along with her.. Ben |