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'erflow with joy, 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. Par. I shall report it so. Hel. I pray you.-Come, sirrah. [Exeunt. 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. A specious appearance of necessity. Laf. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.7 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. Enter 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? Par. She is. [Aside to PAROLLES. 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,- Laf. A good traveller is something at the latter 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. 7 The bunting nearly resembles the sky-lark; but has little or no song, which gives estimation to the sky-lark. Ber. Is there any unkindness between my you, monsieur? lord and 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 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. Par. An idle lord, I swear. Ber. I think so. Par. Why, do you not know him? Ber. Yes, I do know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog. Enter HELENA. Hel. I have, sir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the king, and have procur'd his leave For present parting; only, he desires Some private speech with you. Ber. I shall obey his will. ' You must not marvel, Helen, at my course, Which holds not colour with the time, nor does On my particular: prepar'd I was not For such a business; therefore am I found To you that know them not. This to my mother: I leave you to your wisdom. Hel. Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient servant. Hel. And ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that, Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd Ber. Let that go: My haste is very great: Farewell; hie home. Hel. Pray, sir, your pardon. Ber. Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;" Well, what would you say? Nor dare I say, 'tis mine; and yet it is; But, like a timorous thief, What law does vouch mine own. Ber. Hel. Something; and scarce so much :-nothing, most fain would steal What would you have? 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. Par. Bravely, coragio! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Florence. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Flourish. 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, 1 Lord. Holy seems the quarrel Upon your grace's part; black and fearful On the opposer. Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France Would, in so just a business, shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers. |