A very ferious business calls on him. The great prerogative and right of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge; But puts it off on a compell'd reftraint: 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'the 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. In every thing I wait upon his will. PAR. I fhall report it fo. HEL. I pray you. - Come, firrah. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The fame. Another Room in the fame. Enter LAFEU, and BERTRAM. LAF. But, I hope, your lordship thinks not him a foldier. BER. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof. LAF. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting. BER. I do affure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant. 4 off to a LAF. I have then fin'd against his experience, and tranfgreff'd against his valour; and my ftate that way is dangerous, fince I cannot yet find in my heart to repent: Here he comes; I pray you, make us friends, I will purfue the amity. Enter PAROLLES. PAR. These things fhall be done, fir. [to Ber LAF. O, I know him well: ay, fir; he, fir, 's a good workman, a very good tailor. BER. "Is the gone to the king? PAR. "She is." BER. "Will fhe away to-night? " BER. "I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, "Given order for our horfes; and to-night, "When I should take posseffion of the bride, "And, ere I do begin, LAF. A good traveller is fomething at the latter end of a dinner; but one that lies three thirds, and uses a known truth to pafs a thousand nothings with, fhould be once heard, and thrice beaten. God fave 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 difpleasure. LAF. You have made shift to run into't, boots and fpurs and all, like him that leapt into the cuftard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer queftion for your residence. BER. It may be, you have mistaken him, my lord. LAF. And fhall do fo ever, though I took him at's prayers. Fare you well, my lord: and believe this of me, There can be no kernel in this light nut; the foul of this man is his cloaths: truft him not in matter of heavy confequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. Farewel, monfieur: I have spoken better of you, than you have or will deserve at my hand; but we muft do good against evil. [Exit LAFEU. PAR. An idle lord, I swear. PAR. Why, do you not know him? BER. Yes, I do know him well; and common fpeech HEL. I have, fir, as I was commanded from you, Some private fpeech with you. BER. I fhall obey his will. You must not marvel, Helen, at my course, Which holds not colour with the time, nor does The miniftration and required office On my particular: prepar'd I was not For fuch a businefs; therefore am I found So much unfettl'd: This drives me to entreat you, For And my appointments have in them a need, Greater than fhews itself, at the first view, that know them not. This To you VOL. IV. to my mother: D "Twill be two days, ere I fhall fee I leave you to your wisdom. HEL. Sir, I can nothing fay, you; fo But that I am your most obedient servant: With true observance feek to eke out that, BER. Let that go: My hafte is very great: Farewel; hye home. BER. Well, what would you say? HEL. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe ; Nor dare I fay, 'tis mine; and yet it is ; But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal [deed: BER. What would you have? HEL. Something; and scarce fo much: nothing, inI would not tell you what I would: 'Faith, yes; Strangers, and foes, do funder, and not kifs. BER. I pray you, ftay not, but in hafte to horse. HEL. I fhall not break your bidding, good my lord. BER. Where are my other men, monfieur? Farewel. [Exit HELENA. Go thou toward home; where I will never come, Whilft I can shake my fword, or hear the drum : — SCENE I. Florence. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, attended; two French Lords, and Others. Duk. So that, from point to point, now have you heard The fundamental reasons of this war; Whose great decision hath much blood let forth, 1. L. Holy feems the quarrel Upon your grace's part; but black and fearful Duk. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France 1. L. Good my lord, The reasons of our state I cannot yield, Duk. Be it his pleasure. 2. L. But I am fure, the younger of our nation, That furfeit on their ease, will, day by day, Come here for physick. Duk. Welcome shall they be ; And all the honours, that can fly from us, Shall on them fettle: You know your places well; To-morrow to the field. [Exeunt. 19 motion 24 our nature |