Laf. I'd give bay Curtal,' and his furniture, My mouth no more were broken than these boys', And writ as little beard. King. Peruse them well: Not one of those, but had a noble father. Hel. Gentlemen, Heaven hath, through me, restor'd the king to All. We understand it, and thank heaven for you. be Let the while death sit on thy cheek for ever; Hel Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Hel. Be not afraid [To a Lord.] that I your hand I'll never do you wrong for your own sake: Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got them. Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of my blood. 4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so. A poor physician's daughter my wife !-Disdain King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods, Is good, without a name; vileness is so : I can create the rest: virtue and she, Ilel. That you are well restor'd, my lord, I am Let the rest go. King. My honour's at the stake; which to defeat, Laf. There's one grape yet,-I am sure, thy Believe not thy disdain, but presently Hel. I dare not say I take you; [To Bertram.] Me, and my service, ever whilst I live, Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your In such a business give me leave to use Know'st thou not, Bertram, Ber. Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down, (1) A docked horse. (2) i. e. I have no more to say to you. (3) The lowest chance of the dice. Which both thy duty owes, and our power claims; Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit King. Ber. (4) i. e. The want of title. (5) Titles. Laf. To what is count's man; count's master is of another style. Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old. Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, 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 wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable] vent of thy travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs, and the bannerets, about thee, did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. 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 art 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! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through 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. Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it. 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 pomegrante; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords, and honourable personages, than the heraldry of your birth and virtue gives you commission. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [Exit. Par. Ay, that would be known: To the wars, my boy, to the wars! He wears his honour in a box unseen, Laf. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I That hugs his kicksy-wicksy here at home; will not bate thee a scruple. Pur. Well, I shall be wiser. Laf. E'en as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf, and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge; that I may say, in the default, he is man I know. a Par. My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation. Spending his manly marrow in her arms, Ber. It shall be so; I'll send her to my house, Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave. [Erit. Par. Well, thou hast a son shall take this dis-I'll grace off me; scurvy, 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. Re-enter Lafeu. Laf. Sirrah, your lord and master's married, (1) i. e. While I sat twice with thee at dinner (2) At a need Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure? Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me. send her straight away: To-morrow to the wars, she to her single sorrow. Par. Why, these balls bound: there's noise in it. -'Tis hard; young man, married, is a man that's marr'd: Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go: The king has done you wrong; but, hush! 'tis so. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The same. Another room in the Enter Helena and Clown. Hel. My mother greets me kindly: Is she well? Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health; (3) Exercise. (4) A cant term for a wife. (5) The house made gloomy by discontent. same. Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady! Hel. I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes. 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 she did as you say. Par. Why, I say nothing. 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 transgressed against 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 shall be done, sir. [To Bertram. Laf. Pray you, sir, who's his tailor? Ber. Is she gone to the king? [Aside to Parolles. Ber. Will she away to-night? Par. As you'll have her. Ber. I have writ my letters, casketted my trea- When I should take possession of the bride,- 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, ere I do begin,and to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which is within a very little of nothing. Par. Away, thou art a knave. Clo. You should have said, sir, before a knave thou art a knave; that is, before me thou art a knave: this had been truth, sir. Par. Goto, 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 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 serious business calls on him. The great prerogative and rite of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge; But puts it off by a compell'd restraint; ter end of a dinner; but one that lies three thirds, Lof. A good traveller is something at the latand 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. You have made shift to run into't, boots custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather and spurs, and all, like him that leap'd into the than suffer question for your residence. Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my lord. Laf. And shall do so ever, though I took him at this of me, There can be no kernel in this light his prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe nut; the soul of this man is his clothes: trust him not in matter of heavy consequence; I have kept Whose want, and whose delay, is strewed with of them tame, and know their natures.-Farewell, sweets, Which they distil now in the curbed time, To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. What's his will else? Hel. And make this haste as your own good proceeding, Hel. Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will. I pray you.-Come, sirrah. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Another room in the same. Enter Lafeu and Bertram. monsieur: I have spoken better of you, than 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? [Exit. Ber. Yes, I do know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog. Ber. Enter Helena. Hel. I have, sir, as I was commanded from you, but has little or no song, which gives estimation to (3) Wonder. Laf. To what is count's man; count's master is of another style. Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old. Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring thee. offence, and every man should beat thee. I think, thou wast created for men to breath3 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 pomegrante; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords, and honourable personages, than the heraldry of your birth and virtue gives you commission. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [Exit. Enter Bertram. Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do. Laf. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might pass yet the scarfs, and the bannerets, about thee, did manifoldly dis- very good; let it be concealed a while. suade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. 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 art scarce worth.. Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee, Par. Good, very good; it is so then.-Good, mercy Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial; which if-Lord have on thee for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through 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. Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it. I Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever! Ber. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn, will not bed her. Par. What? what, sweet heart? Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me:- I know not yet. Par. Ay, that would be known: To the wars, my boy, to the wars! He wears his honour in a box unseen, Laf. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I That hugs his kicksy-wicksy1 here at home; will not bate thee a scruple. Par. Well, I shall be wiser. Laf. E'en as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf, and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge; that I may say, in the default, he is a man I know. Par. My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation. Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave. [Erit. Spending his manly marrow in her arms, Ber. It shall be so; I'll send her to my house, Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure? Par. Well, thou hast a son shall take this dis- I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow. Par. Why, these balls bound: there's noise in it. authority. I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet A young man, married, is a man that's marr'd: him with any convenience, an he were double and Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go: double a lord. I'll have no more pity of his age, The king has done you wrong; but, hush! 'tis so. than I would have of-I'll beat him, an if I could [Exeunt. but meet him again. SCENE IV.-The same. Another room in the Enter Helena and Clown. Hel. My mother greets me kindly: Is she well? Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health; (3) Exercise. (4) A cant term for a wife. (5) The house made gloomy by discontent. |