He wears his Honour in a Box unfeen,
That hugs his kickfy wickfy here at home,
Spending his manly Marrow in her Arms
Which should fuftain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars's fiery Steed: To other Regions,
France is a Stable, we that dwell in't Jades,
Therefore to th' War.

Ber. It fhall be fo, I'll fend her to my House,
Acquaint my Mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am fled. Write to the King
That which I durft not fpeak. His present Gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian Fields
Where noble Fellows ftrike. War is no ftrife
To the dark House, and the detefted Wife.

Par. Will this Capricio hold in thee, art sure?
Ber. Go with me to my Chamber, and advise me.
I'll fend her ftraight away: To morrow

I'll to the Wars, the to her fingle Sorrow.

Par. Why thefe Balls bound, there's noise in it. 'Tis hard A young Man married, is a Man that's marr'd :

Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go,

The King has done you wrong: but hufh, 'tis fo. [Exeunt.

Enter Helena and Clown.

Hel. My Mother greets me kindly, is the well?

Clo. She is not well, but yet fhe has her Health; fhe's very merry, but yet she is not well: But thanks be given she's very well, and wants nothing i'th' World; but yet fhe is not well.

Hel. If the be very well, what does the ail, that she's not very well?

Clo. Truly fhe's very well, indeed, but for two things. Hel. What two things?

Clo. One, that he is not in Heav'n, whither God fend her quickly; the other, that she's in Earth, from whence God fend her quickly.

Enter Parolles.

Par. Blefs you, my fortunate Lady.

Hel. I hope, Sir, I have your good will to have mine

own good Fortune.

Par

old

Par, You had my Prayers to lead them on, and to keep them on, have them ftill. O my Knave, how does my Lady?

Clo. So that you had her Wrinkles and I her Mony, I would fhe did as you fay.

Par. Why I fay nothing.

Clo. Marry you are the wifer Man; for many a Man's Tongue shakes out his Master's undoing: To fay 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 fhould have faid, Sir, before a Knave, th'art a Knave, that's before me th'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 your felf, Sir? or were you taught to find me? The fearch, Sir, was profitable, and much Fool may you find in you, even to the World's Pleafure, and the encreafe of Laughter.

Par. A good Knave i'faith, and well fed. Madam, my Lord will go away to Night, A very ferious Bufinefs calls on him.

The great Prerogative and Rite of Love,

Which as your due Time claims, he does acknowledge,
But puts it off by a compell'd reftraint :
Whose want, and whofe delay, is ftrew'd with Sweets
Which they diftil now in the curbed time,

To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And Pleafure drown the brim.

Hel. What's his will elfe?

Par. That you will take your inftant leave o'th' King, And make this hafte as your own good proceeding, Strengthned 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 fhall report it so.

Hel. I pray you come, Sirrah.

X 3

[Exit Par. [Exit. Enter

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. You have it from his own deliverance.

Ber. And by other warrantable Teftimony.

Laf. Then my Dial goes not true, I took this Lark for a Bunting.

Ber. I do affure you, my Lord, he is very great in Knowledge, and accordingly Valiant.

Laf. I have then finned against his Experience, and transfgrefs'd against his Valour, and my State that way is dangerous, fince I cannot 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 fhall be done, Sir.

Laf. I pray you, Sir, who's his Taylor?

Par. Sir?

Laf. O I know him well, I, Sir, he Sir's a good Work

man, 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, casketed my Treasure, Given order for our Horse, and to Night,

When I should take Poffeffion of the Bride

And e'er I do begin

Laf. A good Traveller is fomething at the latter end of a Dinner; but if on that he lyes three thirds, and uses a known Truth to pafs a thoufand Nothings with, he should be once heard, and thrice beaten-God fave you Captain.

Ber. Is there any Unkindness between my Lord and Monfieur ?

you,

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

Laf. You have made shift to run into't, Boots and Spurs and all, like him that leaps into the Custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer Question for your Refidence.

Ber.

Ber. It may be you have mistaken him, my Lord.

Laf. And fhall do fo for 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 Soul 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 fpoken better of you, than you have or will deferve at my Hands, 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 do know him well, and common Speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my Clog.

Enter Helena.

you,

Hel. I have, Sir, as I was commanded from Spoke with the King, and have procured 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; and therefore am I found
So much unfetled: This drives me to entreat you,
That presently you take your way for home,
And rather mufe than ask why I entreat you,
For my Refpects are better than they feem,
And my Appointments have in them a need
Greater than fhews it felf at the firft view,
To you that know them not. This to my Mother,

"Twill be two days e'er I fhall fee you, fo

I leave you to your Wisdom.

Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,

But that I am your moft obedient Servant.
Ber. Come, no more of that.
Hel. And ever fhall

With true obfervance feek to eke out that

[Giving a Letter.

Wherein toward me my homely Stars have fail'd
To equal my great Fortune,

X 4

Ber

Ber. Let that go 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 fay 'tis mine: And yet it is,

But, like a timorous Thief, moft fain would steal
What Law does vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have?

Hel. Something, and fcarce fo much

Nothing indeed I would not tell you what I would, my Lord'Faith yesyes-Strangers and Foes do funder, and not kifs. Ber. I pray you stay not, but in hafte to Horse. Hel. I fhall not break your bidding, good my Lord: Where are my other Men? Monfieur, farewel.

[Exit. Ber. Go thou toward home, where I will never come, Whilft I can shake my Sword, or hear the Drum:

Away, and for our flight.

Par. Bravely, Couragio.

ACT III.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

I.

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

with Soldiers.

O that from point to point, now have you heard
The fundamental Reafons of this War,

Duke. So

Whofe great decifion hath much Blood let forth,

And more thirfts after.

1 Lord. Holy feems the Quarrel

Upon your Grace's part; black and fearful

On the Oppofer.

Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our Coufin France, Would, in fo juft a Bufinefs, fhut his Bofom,

Againft our borrowing Prayers.

2 Lord. Good my Lord,

The reafons of our State we 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