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	[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.


PAROLLES: [To BERTRAM]  These things shall be done, sir.

LAFEU: Pray you, sir, who's his tailor?


LAFEU: O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good
	workman, a very good tailor.

BERTRAM: [Aside to PAROLLES]  Is she gone to the king?


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

LAFEU: You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs
	and all, like him that leaped 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 '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 to
	deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil.


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 procured 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 our 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!



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