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twg_000000014200 | she! My lord, theres one arrivd, If you will see her. Now, by my faith and honour, If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance, I have spoke With one that in her sex, her years, profession, Wisdom, and constancy, hath amazd me more Than I dare blame my weakness. Will you see her, For that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014201 | is her demand, and know her business? That done, laugh well at me. KING. Now, good Lafew, Bring in the admiration; that we with thee May spend our wonder too, or take off thine By wondring how thou tookst it. LAFEW. Nay, Ill fit you, And not be all day neither. [_Exit Lafew._] KING. Thus he his special nothing ever | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014202 | prologues. Enter Lafew with Helena. LAFEW. Nay, come your ways. KING. This haste hath wings indeed. LAFEW. Nay, come your ways. This is his majesty, say your mind to him. A traitor you do look like, but such traitors His majesty seldom fears; I am Cressids uncle, That dare leave two together. Fare you well. [_Exit._] KING. Now, fair one, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014203 | does your business follow us? HELENA. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was my father, In what he did profess, well found. KING. I knew him. HELENA. The rather will I spare my praises towards him. Knowing him is enough. On his bed of death Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one, Which, as the dearest issue of his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014204 | practice, And of his old experience the only darling, He bade me store up as a triple eye, Safer than mine own two; more dear I have so, And hearing your high majesty is touchd With that malignant cause, wherein the honour Of my dear fathers gift stands chief in power, I come to tender it, and my appliance, With | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014205 | all bound humbleness. KING. We thank you, maiden, But may not be so credulous of cure, When our most learned doctors leave us, and The congregated college have concluded That labouring art can never ransom nature From her inaidable estate. I say we must not So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, To prostitute our past-cure malady To empirics, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014206 | or to dissever so Our great self and our credit, to esteem A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. HELENA. My duty then shall pay me for my pains. I will no more enforce mine office on you, Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts A modest one to bear me back again. KING. I cannot give thee less, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014207 | to be calld grateful. Thou thoughtst to help me; and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live. But what at full I know, thou knowst no part; I knowing all my peril, thou no art. HELENA. What I can do can do no hurt to try, Since you set up your rest gainst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014208 | remedy. He that of greatest works is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister. So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, When judges have been babes. Great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatst been denied. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014209 | oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits. KING. I must not hear thee. Fare thee well, kind maid. Thy pains, not usd, must by thyself be paid; Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward. HELENA. Inspired merit so by breath is barrd. It is not so with Him that all things knows As tis with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014210 | us that square our guess by shows; But most it is presumption in us when The help of heaven we count the act of men. Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent; Of heaven, not me, make an experiment. I am not an impostor, that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim, But know I think, and think I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014211 | know most sure, My art is not past power nor you past cure. KING. Art thou so confident? Within what space Hopst thou my cure? HELENA. The greatest grace lending grace. Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring, Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist Hesperus hath quenchd her sleepy lamp; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014212 | Or four and twenty times the pilots glass Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass; What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly, Health shall live free, and sickness freely die. KING. Upon thy certainty and confidence What darst thou venture? HELENA. Tax of impudence, A strumpets boldness, a divulged shame, Traducd by odious ballads; my maidens name | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014213 | Seard otherwise; nay worse of worst extended With vilest torture, let my life be ended. KING. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak His powerful sound within an organ weak; And what impossibility would slay In common sense, sense saves another way. Thy life is dear, for all that life can rate Worth name of life in thee hath | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014214 | estimate: Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all That happiness and prime can happy call. Thou this to hazard needs must intimate Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate. Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try, That ministers thine own death if I die. HELENA. If I break time, or flinch in property Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die, And well deservd. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014215 | Not helping, deaths my fee; But if I help, what do you promise me? KING. Make thy demand. HELENA. But will you make it even? KING. Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven. HELENA. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command: Exempted be from me the arrogance To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014216 | choose from forth the royal blood of France, My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state; But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow. KING. Here is my hand; the premises observd, Thy will by my performance shall be servd; So make the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014217 | choice of thy own time, for I, Thy resolvd patient, on thee still rely. More should I question thee, and more I must, Though more to know could not be more to trust: From whence thou camst, how tended on; but rest Unquestiond welcome, and undoubted blessd. Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed As high as word, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014218 | my deed shall match thy deed. [_Flourish. Exeunt._] SCENE II. Rossillon. A room in the Countesss palace. Enter Countess and Clown. COUNTESS. Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding. CLOWN. I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. I know my business is but to the court. COUNTESS. To the court! Why, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014219 | what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court! CLOWN. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put offs cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014220 | such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court; but for me, I have an answer will serve all men. COUNTESS. Marry, thats a bountiful answer that fits all questions. CLOWN. It is like a barbers chair, that fits all buttocksthe pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock. COUNTESS. Will your answer serve fit to all questions? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014221 | CLOWN. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffety punk, as Tibs rush for Toms forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nuns lip to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014222 | the friars mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin. COUNTESS. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions? CLOWN. From below your duke to beneath your constable, it will fit any question. COUNTESS. It must be an answer of most monstrous size that must fit all demands. CLOWN. But a trifle neither, in good faith, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014223 | if the learned should speak truth of it. Here it is, and all that belongs tot. Ask me if I am a courtier; it shall do you no harm to learn. COUNTESS. To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, sir, are you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014224 | a courtier? CLOWN. O Lord, sir! Theres a simple putting off. More, more, a hundred of them. COUNTESS. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. CLOWN. O Lord, sir! Thick, thick; spare not me. COUNTESS. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. CLOWN. O Lord, sir! Nay, put me tot, I warrant | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014225 | you. COUNTESS. You were lately whippd, sir, as I think. CLOWN. O Lord, sir! Spare not me. COUNTESS. Do you cry O Lord, sir! at your whipping, and spare not me? Indeed your O Lord, sir! is very sequent to your whipping. You would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound tot. CLOWN. I neer had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014226 | worse luck in my life in my O Lord, sir! I see things may serve long, but not serve ever. COUNTESS. I play the noble housewife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool. CLOWN. O Lord, sir! Why, theret serves well again. COUNTESS. An end, sir! To your business. Give Helen this, And urge her to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014227 | a present answer back. Commend me to my kinsmen and my son. This is not much. CLOWN. Not much commendation to them? COUNTESS. Not much employment for you. You understand me? CLOWN. Most fruitfully. I am there before my legs. COUNTESS. Haste you again. [_Exeunt severally._] SCENE III. Paris. The Kings palace. Enter Bertram, Lafew and Parolles. LAFEW. They say | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014228 | miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons to make modern and familiar things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear. PAROLLES. Why, tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times. BERTRAM. And so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014229 | tis. LAFEW. To be relinquishd of the artists, PAROLLES. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus. LAFEW. Of all the learned and authentic fellows, PAROLLES. Right; so I say. LAFEW. That gave him out incurable, PAROLLES. Why, there tis; so say I too. LAFEW. Not to be helped. PAROLLES. Right; as twere a man assurd of a LAFEW. Uncertain | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014230 | life and sure death. PAROLLES. Just; you say well. So would I have said. LAFEW. I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world. PAROLLES. It is indeed; if you will have it in showing, you shall read it in what do you call there? LAFEW. A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor. PAROLLES. Thats | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014231 | it; I would have said the very same. LAFEW. Why, your dolphin is not lustier; fore me, I speak in respect PAROLLES. Nay, tis strange, tis very strange; that is the brief and the tedious of it; and hes of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the LAFEW. Very hand of heaven. PAROLLES. Ay, so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014232 | I say. LAFEW. In a most weak PAROLLES. And debile minister, great power, great transcendence, which should indeed give us a further use to be made than alone the recovry of the king, as to be LAFEW. Generally thankful. PAROLLES. I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king. Enter King, Helena and Attendants. LAFEW. Lustique, as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014233 | the Dutchman says. Ill like a maid the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head. Why, hes able to lead her a coranto. PAROLLES. _Mor du vinager!_ is not this Helen? LAFEW. Fore God, I think so. KING. Go, call before me all the lords in court. [_Exit an Attendant._] Sit, my preserver, by thy patients side, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014234 | with this healthful hand, whose banishd sense Thou has repeald, a second time receive The confirmation of my promisd gift, Which but attends thy naming. Enter several Lords. Fair maid, send forth thine eye. This youthful parcel Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing, Oer whom both sovereign power and fathers voice I have to use. Thy frank election make; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014235 | Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake. HELENA. To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress Fall, when love please! Marry, to each but one! LAFEW. Id give bay curtal and his furniture My mouth no more were broken than these boys, And writ as little beard. KING. Peruse them well. Not one of those but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014236 | had a noble father. She addresses her to a Lord. HELENA. Gentlemen, Heaven hath through me restord the king to health. ALL. We understand it, and thank heaven for you. HELENA. I am a simple maid, and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a maid. Please it, your majesty, I have done already. The blushes in my cheeks | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014237 | thus whisper me: We blush that thou shouldst choose; but, be refused, Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever, Well neer come there again. KING. Make choice; and, see, Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me. HELENA. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly, And to imperial Love, that god most high, Do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014238 | my sighs stream. [_To first Lord._] Sir, will you hear my suit? FIRST LORD. And grant it. HELENA. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. LAFEW. I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life. HELENA. [_To second Lord._] The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threatningly replies. Love make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014239 | your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love! SECOND LORD. No better, if you please. HELENA. My wish receive, Which great Love grant; and so I take my leave. LAFEW. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine Id have them whippd; or I would send them to th Turk to make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014240 | eunuchs of. HELENA. [_To third Lord._] Be not afraid that I your hand should take; Ill never do you wrong for your own sake. Blessing upon your vows, and in your bed Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed! LAFEW. These boys are boys of ice, theyll none have her. Sure, they are bastards to the English; the French neer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014241 | got em. HELENA. [_To fourth Lord._] You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of my blood. FOURTH LORD. Fair one, I think not so. LAFEW. Theres one grape yet. I am sure thy father drank wine. But if thou beest not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen; I have known | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014242 | thee already. HELENA. [_To Bertram._] I dare not say I take you, but I give Me and my service, ever whilst I live, Into your guiding power. This is the man. KING. Why, then, young Bertram, take her; shes thy wife. BERTRAM. My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness, In such a business give me leave to use | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014243 | The help of mine own eyes. KING. Knowst thou not, Bertram, What she has done for me? BERTRAM. Yes, my good lord, But never hope to know why I should marry her. KING. Thou knowst she has raisd me from my sickly bed. BERTRAM. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down Must answer for your raising? I know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014244 | her well; She had her breeding at my fathers charge: A poor physicians daughter my wife! Disdain Rather corrupt me ever! KING. Tis only title thou disdainst in her, the which I can build up. Strange is it that our bloods, Of colour, weight, and heat, pourd all together, Would quite confound distinction, yet stands off In differences so mighty. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014245 | If she be All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikst, A poor physicians daughter,thou dislikst Of virtue for the name. But do not so. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doers deed. Where great additions swells, and virtue none, It is a dropsied honour. Good alone Is good without a name; vileness | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014246 | is so: The property by what it is should go, Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair; In these to nature shes immediate heir; And these breed honour: that is honours scorn Which challenges itself as honours born, And is not like the sire. Honours thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Than our fore-goers. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014247 | mere words a slave, Debauchd on every tomb, on every grave A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb Where dust and damnd oblivion is the tomb Of honourd bones indeed. What should be said? If thou canst like this creature as a maid, I can create the rest. Virtue and she Is her own dower; honour and wealth from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014248 | me. BERTRAM. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do t. KING. Thou wrongst thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose. HELENA. That you are well restord, my lord, I am glad. Let the rest go. KING. My honours at the stake, which to defeat, I must produce my power. Here, take her hand, Proud scornful boy, unworthy this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014249 | good gift, That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love and her desert; that canst not dream We, poising us in her defective scale, Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know It is in us to plant thine honour where We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt; Obey our will, which travails in thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014250 | good; Believe not thy disdain, but presently Do thine own fortunes that obedient right Which both thy duty owes and our power claims; Or I will throw thee from my care for ever Into the staggers and the careless lapse Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate Loosing upon thee in the name of justice, Without all terms | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014251 | of pity. Speak! Thine answer! BERTRAM. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit My fancy to your eyes. When I consider What great creation, and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now The praised of the king; who, so ennobled, Is as twere | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014252 | born so. KING. Take her by the hand, And tell her she is thine; to whom I promise A counterpoise; if not to thy estate, A balance more replete. BERTRAM. I take her hand. KING. Good fortune and the favour of the king Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief, And be performd tonight. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014253 | The solemn feast Shall more attend upon the coming space, Expecting absent friends. As thou lovst her, Thy loves to me religious; else, does err. [_Exeunt King, Bertram, Helena, Lords, and Attendants._] LAFEW. Do you hear, monsieur? A word with you. PAROLLES. Your pleasure, sir. LAFEW. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation. PAROLLES. Recantation! My lord! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014254 | My master! LAFEW. Ay. Is it not a language I speak? PAROLLES. A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master! LAFEW. Are you companion to the Count Rossillon? PAROLLES. To any count; to all counts; to what is man. LAFEW. To what is counts man: counts master is of another style. PAROLLES. You are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014255 | too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old. LAFEW. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring thee. PAROLLES. What I dare too well do, I dare not do. LAFEW. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014256 | it might pass. Yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. I have now found thee; when I lose thee again I care not. Yet art thou good for nothing but taking up, and that thou art scarce worth. PAROLLES. Hadst thou not the privilege of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014257 | antiquity upon thee LAFEW. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial; which ifLord have mercy on thee for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. Give me thy hand. PAROLLES. My lord, you give me most egregious indignity. LAFEW. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014258 | Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it. PAROLLES. I have not, my lord, deservd it. LAFEW. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not bate thee a scruple. PAROLLES. Well, I shall be wiser. LAFEW. Evn as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o th contrary. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014259 | ever thou beest bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the default, He is a man I know. PAROLLES. My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation. LAFEW. I would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014260 | it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor doing eternal; for doing I am past, as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave. [_Exit._] PAROLLES. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. Ill beat | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014261 | him, by my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were double and double a lord. Ill have no more pity of his age than I would have ofIll beat him, and if I could but meet him again. Enter Lafew. LAFEW. Sirrah, your lord and masters married; theres news for you; you have a new | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014262 | mistress. PAROLLES. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs. He is my good lord; whom I serve above is my master. LAFEW. Who? God? PAROLLES. Ay, sir. LAFEW. The devil it is thats thy master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o this fashion? Dost make hose of thy sleeves? Do other servants | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014263 | so? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were but two hours younger, Id beat thee. Methinkst thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee. I think thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee. PAROLLES. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord. LAFEW. Go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014264 | to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller. You are more saucy with lords and honourable personages than the commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another word, else Id call you knave. I leave you. [_Exit._] Enter Bertram. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014265 | PAROLLES. Good, very good, it is so then. Good, very good; let it be conceald awhile. BERTRAM. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever! PAROLLES. Whats the matter, sweetheart? BERTRAM. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn, I will not bed her. PAROLLES. What, what, sweetheart? BERTRAM. O my Parolles, they have married me! Ill to the Tuscan wars, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014266 | and never bed her. PAROLLES. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits The tread of a mans foot: to the wars! BERTRAM. Theres letters from my mother; what th import is I know not yet. PAROLLES. Ay, that would be known. To th wars, my boy, to th wars! He wears his honour in a box unseen That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014267 | hugs his kicky-wicky here at home, Spending his manly marrow in her arms, Which should sustain the bound and high curvet Of Marss fiery steed. To other regions! France is a stable; we that dwell int, jades, Therefore, to th war! BERTRAM. It shall be so; Ill send her to my house, Acquaint my mother with my hate to her, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014268 | And wherefore I am fled; write to the king That which I durst not speak. His present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields Where noble fellows strike. War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife. PAROLLES. Will this caprichio hold in thee, art sure? BERTRAM. Go with me to my chamber and advise me. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014269 | Ill send her straight away. Tomorrow Ill to the wars, she to her single sorrow. PAROLLES. Why, these balls bound; theres noise in it. Tis hard: A young man married is a man thats marrd. Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go. The king has done you wrong; but hush tis so. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Paris. The Kings palace. Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014270 | Helena and Clown. HELENA. My mother greets me kindly: is she well? CLOWN. She is not well, but yet she has her health; shes very merry, but yet she is not well. But thanks be given, shes very well, and wants nothing i the world; but yet she is not well. HELENA. If she be very well, what does she | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014271 | ail that shes not very well? CLOWN. Truly, shes very well indeed, but for two things. HELENA. What two things? CLOWN. One, that shes not in heaven, whither God send her quickly! The other, that shes in earth, from whence God send her quickly! Enter Parolles. PAROLLES. Bless you, my fortunate lady! HELENA. I hope, sir, I have your good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014272 | will to have mine own good fortune. PAROLLES. You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them on, have them still. O, my knave how does my old lady? CLOWN. So that you had her wrinkles and I her money, I would she did as you say. PAROLLES. Why, I say nothing. CLOWN. Marry, you are the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014273 | wiser man; for many a mans tongue shakes out his masters 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. PAROLLES. Away! Thou art a knave. CLOWN. You should have said, sir, before a knave thou art a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014274 | knave; that is before me thou art a knave. This had been truth, sir. PAROLLES. Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee. CLOWN. 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 worlds pleasure and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014275 | the increase of laughter. PAROLLES. A good knave, i faith, and well fed. Madam, my lord will go away tonight; 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 to a compelld restraint; Whose want, and whose delay, is strewd with sweets; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014276 | Which they distil now in the curbed time, To make the coming hour oerflow with joy And pleasure drown the brim. HELENA. Whats his will else? PAROLLES. That you will take your instant leave o the king, And make this haste as your own good proceeding, Strengthend with what apology you think May make it probable need. HELENA. What more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014277 | commands he? PAROLLES. That, having this obtaind, you presently Attend his further pleasure. HELENA. In everything I wait upon his will. PAROLLES. I shall report it so. HELENA. I pray you. Come, sirrah. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Another room in the same. Enter Lafew and Bertram. LAFEW. But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier. BERTRAM. Yes, my lord, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014278 | and of very valiant approof. LAFEW. You have it from his own deliverance. BERTRAM. And by other warranted testimony. LAFEW. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting. BERTRAM. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant. LAFEW. I have, then, sinned against his experience and transgressed against | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014279 | 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. PAROLLES. [_To Bertram._] These things shall be done, sir. LAFEW. Pray you, sir, whos his tailor? PAROLLES. Sir! LAFEW. O, I know him well, I, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014280 | sir; he, sir, is a good workman, a very good tailor. BERTRAM. [_Aside to Parolles._] Is she gone to the king? PAROLLES. She is. BERTRAM. Will she away tonight? PAROLLES. As youll have her. BERTRAM. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, Given order for our horses; and tonight, When I should take possession of the bride, End ere | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014281 | I do begin. LAFEW. 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. BERTRAM. Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur? PAROLLES. I know not how I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014282 | have deserved to run into my lords displeasure. LAFEW. You have made shift to run into t, boots and spurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard; and out of it youll run again, rather than suffer question for your residence. BERTRAM. It may be you have mistaken him, my lord. LAFEW. And shall do so ever, though | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014283 | I took him at his prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this of me, there can be no kernal 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014284 | you have or will to deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil. [_Exit._] PAROLLES. An idle lord, I swear. BERTRAM. I think so. PAROLLES. Why, do you not know him? BERTRAM. Yes, I do know him well; and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog. Enter Helena. HELENA. I have, sir, as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014285 | I was commanded from you, Spoke with the king, and have procurd his leave For present parting; only he desires Some private speech with you. BERTRAM. I shall obey his will. You must not marvel, Helen, at my course, Which holds not colour with the time, nor does The ministration and required office On my particular. Prepared I was not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014286 | For such a business; therefore am I found So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you; That presently you take your way for home, And rather muse than ask why I entreat you: For my respects are better than they seem; And my appointments have in them a need Greater than shows itself at the first view To you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014287 | that know them not. This to my mother. [_Giving a letter._] Twill be two days ere I shall see you; so I leave you to your wisdom. HELENA. Sir, I can nothing say But that I am your most obedient servant. BERTRAM. Come, come, no more of that. HELENA. And ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014288 | Wherein toward me my homely stars have faild To equal my great fortune. BERTRAM. Let that go. My haste is very great. Farewell; hie home. HELENA. Pray, sir, your pardon. BERTRAM. Well, what would you say? HELENA. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe; Nor dare I say tis mine, and yet it is; But, like a timorous | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014289 | thief, most fain would steal What law does vouch mine own. BERTRAM. What would you have? HELENA. Something; and scarce so much; nothing indeed. I would not tell you what I would, my lord. Faith, yes, Strangers and foes do sunder and not kiss. BERTRAM. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse. HELENA. I shall not break | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014290 | your bidding, good my lord. Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell, [_Exit Helena._] BERTRAM. Go thou toward home, where I will never come Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum. Away, and for our flight. PAROLLES. Bravely, coragio! [_Exeunt._] ACT III. SCENE I. Florence. A room in the Dukes palace. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014291 | attended; two French Lords, and Soldiers. 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. FIRST LORD. Holy seems the quarrel Upon your Graces part; black and fearful On the opposer. DUKE. Therefore we marvel much our cousin France Would, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014292 | in so just a business, shut his bosom Against our borrowing prayers. SECOND LORD. Good my lord, The reasons of our state I cannot yield, But like a common and an outward man That the great figure of a council frames By self-unable motion; therefore dare not Say what I think of it, since I have found Myself in my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014293 | incertain grounds to fail As often as I guessd. DUKE. Be it his pleasure. FIRST LORD. But I am sure the younger of our nature, That surfeit on their ease, will day by day Come here for physic. DUKE. Welcome shall they be; And all the honours that can fly from us Shall on them settle. You know your places | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014294 | well; When better fall, for your avails they fell. Tomorrow to the field. [_Flourish. Exeunt._] SCENE II. Rossillon. A room in the Countesss palace. Enter Countess and Clown. COUNTESS. It hath happend all as I would have had it, save that he comes not along with her. CLOWN. By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014295 | melancholy man. COUNTESS. By what observance, I pray you? CLOWN. 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. COUNTESS. Let me see what he writes, and when he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014296 | means to come. [_Opening a letter._] CLOWN. I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court. Our old lings and our Isbels o th country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o th court. The brains of my Cupids knockd out, and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014297 | COUNTESS. What have we here? CLOWN. Een that you have there. [_Exit._] COUNTESS. [_Reads._] _I have sent you a daughter-in-law; she hath recovered the king and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her, and sworn to make the not eternal. You shall hear I am run away; know it before the report come. If there be breadth enough | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014298 | in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate son,_ BERTRAM. This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, To fly the favours of so good a king, To pluck his indignation on thy head By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire. Enter Clown. CLOWN. O madam, yonder | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000014299 | is heavy news within between two soldiers and my young lady. COUNTESS. What is the matter? CLOWN. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort; your son will not be killd so soon as I thought he would. COUNTESS. Why should he be killd? CLOWN. So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does; | 60 | gutenberg |
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