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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE IX. Enter Helena and Clown.

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'th' world; but yet she is not well.

-- 405 --

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 is not in heav'n, whither God send her quickly; the other, that she's in earth, 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 fortune.

Par.

You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them on, have them still. O my knave, how does my old lady?

Clo.

So that you had her wrinkles and I her mony, 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, 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 self, 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 encrease 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 rite of love,

-- 406 --


Which as your due time claims, he does acknowledge,
But puts it off by a compell'd restraint:
Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets
Which they distil now in the curbed time,
To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.

Hel.
What's his will else?

Par.
That you will take your instant leave o'th' 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.
[Exit Par.

Hel.
I pray you come, Sirrah.
[Exe.
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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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