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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?
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
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.
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:
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.
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!
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL