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SCENE V. Another Room in the same.
Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM. Laf. But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.
Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.
Ber. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.
Laf. I have then sinned against his experience, and transgressed against his valor; and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent. Here he comes; I pray you, make us friends; I will pursue the amity.
[To BERTRAM. Laf. Pray you, sir, who's his tailor? Par. Sir?
Laf. O, I know him well; ay, sir; he, sir, is a good workman, a very good tailor. Ber. Is she gone to the king?
[Aside to PAROLLES. Par. She is. Ber. Will she away to-night? Par. As you'll have her.
Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, Given order for our horses; and to-night, When I should take possession of the bride, And, ere I do begin,
Laf. A good traveller is something at the latter
1 The bunting nearly resembles the sky-lark, but has little or no song.
end of a dinner ; but one that lies three thirds, 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;' and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your residence. Ber. It
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; we must do good against evil.
Par. An idle lord, I swear.
Ber. Yes, I do know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
I shall obey his will
1 It was a piece of foolery practised at city entertainments, when an allowed fool or jester was in fashion, for him to jump into a large, deep custard set for the purpose, to cause laughter among the “barren spectators."
2 The first folio reads, “than you have or will to deserve.”—Perhaps the word wit was omitted: the second folio omits to.
The ministration and required office
[Giving a letter. 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you ; so I leave you to your wisdom. Hel.
Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient servant.
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
And ever shall
Ber. Let that go.
Hel. Pray, sir, your pardon.
Well, what would you say?
What would you have? Hel. Something; and scarce so much :—nothing,
indeed, I would not tell you what I would. My lord—faith,
Ber. I pray you stay not, but in haste to horse.
1 Possess, or own.
Go thou toward home; where I will never come,
Bravely, coragio! [Exeunt.
Florence. A Room in the Duke's
Enter the Duke of Florence, attended; two French
Lords, and others. Duke. So that, from point to point, now have you
heard The fundamental reasons of this war ; Whose great decision hath much blood let forth, And more thirsts after. 1 Lord.
Holy seems the quarrel
Good my lord,
1 i. e. explain.
3 Warburton and Upton are of opinion that we should read, “By selfunable notion.”
Myself in my uncertain grounds to fail
Be it his pleasure.
Welcome shall they be ; And all the honors, 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.
SCENE II. Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's
Enter Countess 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?
Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing. I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song.
Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Opening a letter. Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, since I was at court; our old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing like your
old ling and your Isbels o'the court. The brains of my Cupid's knocked out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
1 As we say at present, our young fellows.
2 The tops of the boots, in Shakspeare's time, turned down, and bung loosely over the leg. The folding part, or top, was the ruff. It was of softer leather than the boot, and often fringed. VOL. II.