Par. Sir?

Laf. O, I know him well; I, Sir, he, Sir's, a good workman, a very good taylor.

Ber. Is the gone to the King?
Par. She is.

Ber. Will the away to-night?
Par. As you'll have her.

Afide to Parolles.

Ber. I have writ my letters, cafketed my treasure, given order for our horfes; and to-night, when I fhould take poffeffion 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 ufes a known truth to pafs a thousand nothings with, fhould be once heard, and thrice beaten-God fave you, captain.

Ber. Is there you, Monfieur?

any unkindness between my Lord and

Par. I know not, how I have deferved to run into my Lord's difpleasure.

Laf. 3 You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer queftion for your refidence.

Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my Lord." Laf. And fhall do fo ever, tho' 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 clothes. Truft him not in matter of heavy confequence: I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. Farewel, Monfieur, I have

3 You have made shift to run into't, Boots and Spurs and all, like him that leapt into the Cuftard?] This odd Allufion is not introduc'd without a View to SaIt was a Foolery practis'd at City Entertainments, whilt the

tire.

Jefler or Zany was in Vogue, for him to jump into a large deep Custard: fet for the Purpose, t fet on a Quantity of barren Spectators to laugh; as our Poet fays in his Hamlet.

THEOBALD. spoken

fpoken better of you, than you have or will deferve at my hand, but we muft do good against evil. [Exit. Par. An idle lord, I fwear.

Ber. I think fo.

Par. Why, do you not know him?

Ber. Yes, I know him well, and common fpeech Gives him a worthy país. Here comes my clog.

SCENE XI.

Enter Helena.

Hel. I have, Sir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the King, and have procur'd his leave For prefent parting; only, he defires

Some private speech 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 bufinefs; therefore am I found
So much unfettled: this drives me to intreat you,
That prefently you take your way for home,
And rather mufe, than afk, why I intreat you,
For my refpects are better than they feem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than fhews itself at the first view,
To you that know them not. This to my mother.
[Giving a letter.
'Twill be two days ere I fhall fee you, fo

I leave you to your wisdom.

Hel. Sir, I can nothing fay,

But that I am your moft obedient fervant.
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.

Hel. And ever shall

With true obfervance feek to eke out That,

Wherein tow'rd me my homely ftars have fail'd

To

My hafte is very great.

Farewel; hie home.

Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon.

Ber. Well, what would you fay?

Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Nor dare I say, 'tis mine, and yet it is,

But, like a tim'rous thief, moft fain would fteal
What law does vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have?

Hel. Something, and fcarce fo much

indeed

nothing,

I would not tell you what I would, my Lord-'faith,

yes;

Strangers and foes do funder and not kifs.

4

Ber. I pray you, ftay not: but in hafte to horfe.
Hel. I fhall not break your bidding, good my
[Exit Helena.
Ber. Where are my other men, Monfieur? - fare-

Lord.

wel.

Go thou tow'rd home, where I will never come,
Whilft I can shake my fword, or hear the drum:
Away, and for our flight.
Par. Bravely, Couragio!

[Exeunt.

not fend her to the Court without fome Attendants: but neither the Clown, nor any of her Retinue, are now upon the Stage: Bertram, obferving Helen to linger fondly, and wanting to shift her off, puts on a Shew of Hafte, afks Parolles for his Servants, and then gives his Wife an abrupt Difmiflion. THEOBALD.

ACT

ACT III.

SCENE I.

S

The Duke's Court in Florence.

Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French
Lords, with Soldiers.

DUKE.

O that, from point to point, now have you heard
The fundamental reafons of this war,

Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth,
And more thirfts after.

1 Lord. Holy feems the quarrel

Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful
On the oppofer.

Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our coufin France
Would, in fo just a business, shut his bofom
Against our borrowing prayers.

2 Lord. Good my Lord,

The reafons of our ftate I cannot yield,
But like a common and an outward man
That the great figure of a council frames
By felf unable motion '; therefore dare not
Say what I think of it, fince I have found
Myfelf in my incertain grounds to fail
As often as I gueft.

Duke. Be it his pleasure.

2 Lord. But I am fure, the younger of our nation, That furfeit on their eafe, will day by day

5

I cannot yield,] I cannot inform you of the reafons. an outward man,] i.e. one not in the fecret of affairs.

6

WARBURTON.

So inward is familiar, admitted to fecrets. I was an inward of bis. Meafure for Measure.

7 By Self-unable MOTION;
We should read NOTION.

WARBURTON.
Come

Come here for phyfick.

Duke. Welcome fhall they be:

And all the honours, that can fly from us,

Shall on them fettle. You know your places well.
When better fall, for your avails they fell;

To-morrow to the field.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Changes to Roufillon, in France.

Enter Countefs, and Clown.

Count. T hath happen'd, all as I would have had it; all as I fave, 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 obfervance, I pray you.

Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and fing mend his ruff, and fing; afk queftions, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a song. Count. Let me fee what he writes, and when he [Reads the Letter...

means to come.

Clo. I have no mind to Ibel, fince I was at court. Our old ling, and our Ibels o'th' country, are nothing like your old ling, and your Ibels o'th' court: the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves mony, with no ftomach. Count. What have we here?

Clo. E'en that have there.

you

Countess reads a letter.

[Exit.

I have fent you a danghter in-law: she hath recovered the King, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and fworn to make the not eternal. You shall bear, I am run away; know it, before the report come. VOL. III.

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