Enda ere I do begin. LAF. A good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner; but one that lies threethirds, 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, monsieur? PAR. I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure. LAF. You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leaped into the custard; (5) and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your residence. BER. It may be you have mistaken him, my lord. LAF. And shall do so ever, though I took him at his prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes: trust him not in matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. -Farewell, monsieur: I have spoken better of you, than you have or will deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil. [Exit. b PAR. An idle lord, I swear. с BER. I think so. [specch PAR. Why, do you not know him? BER. Yes, I do know him well; and common Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog. That presently you take your way for home, HEL. Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient servant. BER. Come, come, no more of that. HEL. And ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that, Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd To equal my great fortune. BER. Let that go: My haste is very great: farewell; hie home. HEL. Pray, sir, your pardon. BER. Well, what would you say? ? HEL. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,d Nor dare I say, 't is mine; and yet it is; But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal What law does vouch mine own. 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. I shall not break your bidding, good my lord. BER. Where are my other men, monsieur ?— Farewell. [Exit HELENA. Go thou toward home; where I will never come, Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum.— Away, and for our flight. crazy, wild, mad-brained: thus, again in Act III. Sc. 7 :- "They are coming to the play; I must be idle." e I think so.] The context testifies the poet wrote "I think not 80. d The wealth I owe:-] The wealth I own, possess. e Where are my other men, &c.] This line, in the old copies, is given to Helena. Be it his pleasure. 2 LORD. But I am sure, the younger of our nature, That surfeit on their ease, will, day by day, Come here for physic. DUKE. Welcome shall they be ; And all the honours, that can fly from us, Shall on them settle. You know your places well; When better fall, for your avails they fell. To-morrow to the field. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE II.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace. Enter Counters and Clown. COUNT. It hath happened all as I would have had it, save, that he comes not along with her. CLO. By my troth. I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man. COUNT. By what observance, I pray you? That the first face of neither, on the start, Can woman me unto 't.-Where is my son, I pray you? 2 GEN. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke We met him thitherward: for thence we came, [passport. HEL. Look on his letter, madam; here's my [Reads.] When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which never shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body, that I am father to, then call me husband: but in such a then I write a never. This is a dreadful sentence. COUNT. Brought you this letter, gentlemen? 1 GEN. Ay, madam; And, for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains. COUNT. I pr'ythee, lady, have a better cheer; If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son; But I do wash his name out of my blood, [he? And thou art all my child.-Towards Florence is 2 GEN. Ay, madam. COUNT. And to be a soldier? 2 GEN. Such is his noble purpose: and, believe 't, The duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims. COUNT. Return you thither? 1 GEN. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. Which holds him much to have." COUNT. You are welcome, gentlemen. I will entreat you, when you see my son, 2 GEN. [Exeunt COUNTESS and Gentlemen. HEL. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. [thou Nothing in France, until he has no wife! With sharp constraint of hunger; better 't were I am St. Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone : With sainted vow my faults to have amended. 1, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth From courtly friends, with camping foes to live, Where death and danger dog the heels of worth: He is too good and fair for death and me; Whom I myself embrace, to set him free. COUNT. Ah, what sharp stings are in her Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much, STEW. Pardon me, madam : If I had given you this at over-night, She might have been o'er-ta'en; and yet she writes, Pursuit would be but vain. Unless her Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive, DIA. They say, the French count has done most honourable service. WID. It is reported that he has taken their greatest commander; and that with his own hand he slew the duke's brother. We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary way: hark! you may know by their trumpets. MAR. Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty. WID. I have told my neighbour, how you have been solicited by a gentleman his companion. MAR. I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles a filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the young earl.-Beware of them, Diana; their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that so terrible shows in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten theni. I hope I need not to advise you further; but I hope your own grace will keep you where you are, though there were a Are not the things they go under:] "They are not the things for which their names would make them pass."-JOHNSON. |