Par. Why these bals bound, ther"s noise in it. Tis hard A yong man maried, is a man that"s mard: Therefore away, and leaue her brauely: go, The King ha"s done you wrong: but hush "tis so.
Exit
Enter Helena and Clowne.
Hel. My mother greets me kindly, is she well?
Clo. She is not well, but yet she has her health, she"s very merrie, but yet she is not well: but thankes be giuen she"s very well, and wants nothing i"th world: but yet she is not well
Hel. If she be verie wel, what do"s she ayle, that she"s not verie well?
Clo. Truly she"s very well indeed, but for two things Hel. What two things?
Clo. One, that she"s not in heauen, whether G.o.d send her quickly: the other, that she"s in earth, from whence G.o.d send her quickly.
Enter Parolles.
Par. Blesse you my fortunate Ladie
Hel. I hope sir I haue your good will to haue mine owne good fortune
Par. You had my prayers to leade them on, and to keepe them on, haue them still. O my knaue, how do"s my old Ladie?
Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you say
Par. Why I say nothing
Clo. Marry you are the wiser man: for many a mans tongue shakes out his masters vndoing: to say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to haue nothing, is to be a great part of your t.i.tle, which is within a verie little of nothing
Par. Away, th"art a knaue
Clo. You should haue said sir before a knaue, th"art a knaue, that"s before me th"art a knaue: this had beene truth sir
Par. Go too, thou art a wittie foole, I haue found thee
Clo. Did you finde me in your selfe sir, or were you taught to finde me?
Clo. The search sir was profitable, and much Foole may you find in you, euen to the worlds pleasure, and the encrease of laughter
Par. A good knaue ifaith, and well fed.
Madam, my Lord will go awaie to night, A verie serrious businesse call"s on him: The great prerogatiue and rite of loue, Which as your due time claimes, he do"s acknowledge, But puts it off to a compell"d restraint: Whose want, and whose delay, is strew"d with sweets Which they distill now in the curbed time, To make the comming houre oreflow with ioy, And pleasure drowne the brim
Hel. What"s his will else?
Par. That you will take your instant leaue a"th king, And make this hast as your owne good proceeding, Strengthned with what Apologie you thinke May make it probable neede
Hel. What more commands hee?
Par. That hauing this obtain"d, you presentlie Attend his further pleasure
Hel. In euery thing I waite vpon his will
Par. I shall report it so.
Exit Par.
h.e.l.l. I pray you come sirrah.
Exit
Enter Lafew and Bertram.
Laf. But I hope your Lordshippe thinkes not him a souldier
Ber. Yes my Lord and of verie valiant approofe
Laf. You haue it from his owne deliuerance
Ber. And by other warranted testimonie
Laf. Then my Diall goes not true, I tooke this Larke for a bunting
Ber. I do a.s.sure you my Lord he is very great in knowledge, and accordinglie valiant
Laf. I haue then sinn"d against his experience, and transgrest against his valour, and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent: Heere he comes, I pray you make vs freinds, I will pursue the amitie.
Enter Parolles.
Par. These things shall be done sir
Laf. Pray you sir whose his Tailor?
Par. Sir?
Laf. O I know him well, I sir, hee sirs a good workeman, a verie good Tailor
Ber. Is shee gone to the king?
Par. Shee is
Ber. Will shee away to night?
Par. As you"le haue her
Ber. I haue writ my letters, casketted my treasure, Giuen order for our horses, and to night, When I should take possession of the Bride, And ere I doe begin
Laf. A good Trauailer is something at the latter end of a dinner, but on that lies three thirds, and vses a known truth to pa.s.se a thousand nothings with, should bee once hard, and thrice beaten. G.o.d saue you Captaine
Ber. Is there any vnkindnes betweene my Lord and you Monsieur?
Par. I know not how I haue deserued to run into my Lords displeasure
Laf. You haue made shift to run into"t, bootes and spurres and all: like him that leapt into the Custard, and out of it you"le runne againe, rather then suffer question for your residence
Ber. It may bee you haue mistaken him my Lord
Laf. And shall doe so euer, though I tooke him at"s prayers. Fare you well my Lord, and beleeue this of me, there can be no kernell in this light Nut: the soule of this man is his cloathes: Trust him not in matter of heauie consequence: I haue kept of them tame, & know their natures. Farewell Monsieur, I haue spoken better of you, then you haue or will to deserue at my hand, but we must do good against euill
Par. An idle Lord, I sweare
Ber. I thinke so