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Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'ft her,
Thy love's to me religious ; else, does err.

[Exeunt King, BERTRAM, HELENA, Lords, and Att,
LAF. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.
PAR. Your pleasure, fir?

LAF. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.

Par. Recantation ? My lord ? my master ?
LAF. Ay'; Is it not a language, I speak?

Par. A moft harsh one; and not to be understood without bloody fucceeding. My mafter?

LAF. Are you companion to the count Rofillion ?
PAR. To any count; to all counts; to what is man.'

LAF. To what is count's man; count's master is of another ftile.

PAR. You are too old, fir; let it satisfy you ; you are too old.

LAF. I must tell thee, firrah, 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 didft 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 burthen. 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'rt scarce worth.

Par. Had'st thou not the priviledge of antiquity

upon thee,

LAF, Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, left hou hasten thy trial ; which if - Lord have mercy on

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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, deserv’d it.

LAF. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I 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 insupportablevexation.

LAF. I would it were hell-pains for thy fake, and my poor doing eternal: for doing I am paft; as I will by thee, in what motion

age
will
give me leave.

[Exit Lapeu, Par. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scarvy, 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. Lar. Sirrah, your lord and master's marry'd, there's news for you; you have a new mistress.

PAR. Í most unfeignedly beseech your lord ship to make some reservation of your wrongs : He is my good

lord; he, whom I serve above, is my master.

LAF. Who: God?
PAR. Ay, sir.

LAF. The devil it is, that's thy master. Why doft thou garter up thy arms o’this fashion ? doft make hose of thy sleeves ? do other servants so? Thou wert best fet thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine ho'nour, if I were but two hours younger, I'd beat thee : methinks, thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee: I think, thou wast created for men to breath themselves upon thee. PAR. This is hard and undeserved measure, my

lord. LAF. Go to, fir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller : you are more saucy with lords, and honourable personages, than the commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [Exit LAFEU.

PAR. Good, very good ; it is so then : Good, very good; let it be conceal'd a while.

Enter BerTRAM.
BER. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
PAR. What's the matter, sweet heart?

Ber. Although before the folemn priest I have sworn, I will not bed her.

Par. What, what, sweet heart?
BER. O my Parolles, they have marry'd me:
I'll to the Tu; can wars, and never bed her.

Par. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot: to the wars! [pórt is,

BER. There's letters from my mother; what the iinI know not yet.

Par. Ay, that would be known: To the wars, my boy,
He wears his honour in a box unseen, [to the wars!
That hugs his kickfy-wicksy here at home;
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which tould sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars's fiery steed : To other regions !
France is a stable; we that dwell in't, jades;
Therefore, to the war!

Ber. It fhall be fo; I'll send her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am fled ; write to the king
That which I durft not speak : his present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
Where noble fellows strike: War is no strife,
To the dark house, and the detested wife.

PAR. Will this capriccio hold in thee, art sure?

Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me. I'll send her straight away;

To-morrow I'll to the wars, the to her single sorrow. [hard;

PAR. Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis
A young man, marry'd, is a man that's marid:
Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go :
The king has done you wrong; but, hush ! 'tis so. (Ex.
SCENE IV. The same. Another Room in the same.

Enter HELENA, and Clown.
Hel. My mother greets me kindly ; Is she well?

Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health : The's very merry;

but

yet she is not well: but, thanks be given, she's very well, and wants nothing i’the world; but yet

she is not well. Hei, If she be very well, what does the ail, that

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she's not very well ?

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

Clo. One, that she's not in heaven, Whither God send her quickly! the other, that she's in earth, From whence God send her quickly!

Enter PAROLLES. Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady!

Het. 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 ftill. _ 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.

Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out his master'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.

Cla. You should have said, sir, before a knave thou’rt a knave; that is, before me thou’rt a knave: this had been truth, fir.

Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee.
Clo. Did

you

find me in yourself, fir; or were you taught to find me? The search, fir, 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;

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