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Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
Hel. My mother greets me kindly : Is she well?
Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health, she'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.
Hel. If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's not very well ?
Clo. Truly, she's very well, indeed, but for two things. 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!
Hel. 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 * To the dark house,] The dark house is a house made gloomy by discontent. -Johnson.
them on, have them still.—0, 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 say 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.
Clo. You should have said, sir, before a knave thou art a knave; that is, before me thou art a knave: this had been truth, sir.
Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee.
Clo. Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable; and much fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure, and the increase of laughter.
Par. A good knave, i'faith, and well fed. Madam, my lord will go away to-night; A very serious business calls on him. The great prerogative and right of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge; But puts it off by a compell’d restraint; Whose want, and whose delay, is strewed with sweets, Which they distil now in the curbed time, To make the coming hour o’er-flow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. Hel.
What's his will else? Par. That you will take your instant leave o' the king, And make this haste as your own good proceeding, Strengthen’d with what apology you think May make it probable need." Hel.
What more commands he? Par. That, having this obtain'd, you presently Attend his further pleasure.
Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.
- probable need.) A specious appearance of necessity.-Johnson.
Par. I shall report it so.
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.
Laf. Then my dial 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 valour; 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.
Eitter PAROLLES. Par. These things shall be done, sir. [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.
Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
*— a bunting.] The bunting is, in feather, size, and form, so like the sky. lark, as to require nice attention to discover the one from the other; it also ascends and sings in the air nearly in the same manner : but it has little or no song, which gives estimation to the sky-lark.-J. Johnson.