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Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'ft her,
[Exeunt King, BERTRAM, HELENA, Lords, and Att,
LAF. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.
Par. Recantation ? My lord ? my master ?
Par. A moft harsh one; and not to be understood without bloody fucceeding. My mafter?
LAF. Are you companion to the count Rofillion ?
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
LAF, Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, left hou 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, 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
[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?
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.
Ber. Although before the folemn priest I have sworn, I will not bed her.
Par. What, what, sweet heart?
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,
Ber. It fhall be fo; I'll send her to my house,
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
Enter HELENA, and Clown.
Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health : The's very merry;
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
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
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.
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;