SCENE V.
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 warranted testimony.
-- 71 --
Laf.
Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark
for a bunting2 note.
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
transgress'd 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.
Laf.
I pray you, sir, who's his taylor?
Par.
Sir?
Laf.
O, I know him well: Ay, sir; he, sir, is a
good workman, a very good taylor.
Ber.
Is she gone to the king?
[Aside to Parolles.
Par.
She is.
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,—
And, ere I do begin,—
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.
Ber.
Is there any unkindness between my lord and
you, monsieur?
-- 72 --
Par.
I know not how I have deserv'd to run into
my lord's displeasure.
Laf.
3 note
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 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'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: 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 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
-- 73 --
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
The ministration and required office
On my particular: prepar'd I was not
For such a business; therefore am I found
So much unsettled: This drives me to intreat you,
That presently you take your way for home;
And rather muse4 note, than ask, why I entreat you:
For my respects are better than they seem;
And my appointments have in them a need,
Greater than shews itself, at the first view,
To you 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.
Hel.
Sir, I can nothing say,
But that I am your most obedient servant.
Ber.
Come, come, no more of that.
Hel.
And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out that,
Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
To equal my great fortune.
Ber.
Let that go:
My haste is very great: Farewel; hie home.
Hel.
Pray, sir, your pardon.
Ber.
Well, what would you say?
Hel.
I am not worthy of the wealth I owe5 note;
Nor dare I say, 'tis mine; and yet it is;
But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.
Ber.
What would you have?
-- 74 --
Hel.
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.
Ber.
I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
Hel.
6 note
I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.
[Exit Helena.
Ber.
Where are my other men, monsieur?—Farewel.
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.
Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].