READ STUDY GUIDE: Act II, Scenes iv-v; Act III, Scenes i-iv |
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Act II, Scene v:
Another room in the same.
Another room in the same.
| [Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM.] |
| LAFEU: |
| But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier. |
| BERTRAM: |
| Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof. |
| LAFEU: |
| You have it from his own deliverance. |
| BERTRAM: |
| And by other warranted testimony. |
| LAFEU: |
| 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. |
| LAFEU: |
| 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.] |
| PAROLLES: |
| [To BERTRAM.] These things shall be done, sir. |
| LAFEU: |
| Pray you, sir, who's his tailor? |
| PAROLLES: |
| Sir! |
| LAFEU: |
| O, I know him well, I, 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 to-night? |
| PAROLLES: |
| As you'll have her. |
| BERTRAM: |
| I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, |
| Given order for our horses; and to-night, |
| When I should take possession of the bride, |
| End ere I do begin. |
| LAFEU: |
| 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 have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure. |
| LAFEU: |
| 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. |
| BERTRAM: |
| It may be you have mistaken him, my lord. |
| LAFEU: |
| 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 |
| 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 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 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. |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd |
| 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 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 your bidding, good my lord. |
| BERTRAM: |
| 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. |
| PAROLLES: |
| Bravely, coragio! |
| [Exeunt.] |
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