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Hel. I she be very well, what does she ail, that she's not very well?

Clo. Truly, she's very well, indeed, but for two things. Hel. What two things?

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!

Enter Parolles.
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 money, I would, fhe did, as you say.

Par. Why, I say nothing. Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue makes 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 title; which is within a very little of nothing.

Par. Away, thou'rt a knave.

Clo. You should have faid; 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 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 encrease 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 compellid restraint: Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets Which they distil now in the curbed time,


To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.
'Hel. What's his will else?

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. (24) In every thing I wait upon his will.
Par. I shall report it fo.

[Exit Par. Hel. I pray you.—Come, firrah. [To Clown.

(Exeunt. Enter Lafeu and Bertram. Laf. But, I hope, your Lordship thinks not him a soldier.

Ber. Yes, my Lord, and of very valiant approof.
Laf. You have it from his own deliverance.
Ber. And by other warranted testimony.

Laf. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.

Ber. I do assure you, my Lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.

Laf. I have then finned against his experience, and transgress’d 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. (24) Hel. In every thing I wait upon bis will.

Par. I fall report it f.

Hel. pray you come, firrah.] The pointing of Helen's last short speech stands thus absurdly, through 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 so; and then, turning to the Clown, the more familiarly addresles bim, and bids him come along with her.


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 ihould take poffeffion 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, Monfieur?

Par. I know not, how I have deserved to run into my Lord's displeasure.

Laf. (25) You have made shift to run into't, boots and Spurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer queftion for


refidence. Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him,


Lord. Laf. And fhall do so ever, tho' I took him at's prayers. Fare you well, my Lord, and believe this

(25) You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like bim ibat leapt into the custard.) This odd allusion is not introduc'd, without a view to satire. It was a foolery practis'd at city-entertainments, whilft the Jefter or Zany was in vogue; for him to jump into a large deep custard; set for the purpose, to set on a quantity of barren spectators to laugh; as our poet says in his Hamlet.' 'I do not advance this without some authority: and a quotation from Ben Jonson will very well explain it.

He ne'er will be admitted there, where Vennor comes.
He may, perchance, in tail of a Sherriff's dinner,
Skip with a rhyme o'th' table, from new-nothing;
And take his Almaine leap into a custard,
Shall make my Lady Mayoress and her fifters
Laugh all their hoods over their shoulders.

Devil's an Ass, Act I, Sc. I.


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of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut: the
foul of this man is his clothes. Trust him not in
matter of heavy consequence: I have kept of them
tame, and know their natures. Farewel, Monsieur, I
have spoken better of you, than you have or will
deserve at my hand, but we must do good againit

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

Ber. Yes, I do 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
For present parting ; only, he defires
Some private speech with you.

Ber. I shall obey his will.
You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
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 thews itself at the first view,
To you that know them not. This to my mother..

[Giving a letter.
'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, lo
I leave you to your wisdom.

Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,
But that I am your moft obedient servant.

Ber. Come, come, no more of that.

Hel. And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out that,
Wherein tow'rd me my homely ítars have failid


To equal my great fortune.,
Ber. Let that

My hafte is very great. . Farewel; hie home.

Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon.
Ber. Well, what would you say ?

He!. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Nor dare I say, 'tis mine, and yet it is ;
But, like a tim'rous thief, most fain would steal
What law doe's vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have ?
Hel. Something, and scarce so much-nothing,

indeed I would not tell you what I would, my Lord-'faith, yes; Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.

Ber. I pray you, stay not; but in haste to horse. Hel. (26) Í shall not break your bidding, good my

Lord : Where are my other men ? Monsieur, farewel. [Exit.

Ber. Go thou tow'rd home, where I will never come, Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum : Away, and for our flight. Par. Bravely, couragio!


(26) Hel. I mall not break your bidding, good my Lord:

Where are my other men ? Monfieur, farewel.

Ber. Go tbou toward bome, where I will never come, ] What other men is Helen here enquiring after? or who is she suppos'd to ask for them? The old Countess, 'tis certain, did not send her to the court without some attendants: but neither the Clown, nor any of her retinue, are now upon the stage: I have not disturb’d the text, tho', I suspect, the lines should be thus plac'd, and pointed. Ber. Where are my orber men, Monsieur ? [To Par.) Farewel:

[To Hel, who goes out. Go thou towards bome, where I &c. Bertram, observing Helet to linger fondly, and wanting to shift her off, puts on a fhew of haste, asks Parolles for his servants, and then gives his wife an abrupt dismission,


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