I’ll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
PAROLLES.
France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
The tread of a man’s foot:—to the wars!
BERTRAM.
There’s letters from my mother; what the import is
I know not yet.
PAROLLES.
Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!
He wears his honour in a box unseen
That hugs his kicksy-wicksy here at home,
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars’s fiery steed. To other regions!
France is a stable; we that dwell in’t, jades;
Therefore, to the war!
BERTRAM.
It shall be so; I’ll send her to my house,
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
That which I durst not speak: his present gift
Shall furnish me to those Italian fields
Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
To the dark house and the detested wife.
PAROLLES.
Will this caprichio hold in thee, art sure?
BERTRAM.
Go with me to my chamber and advise me.
I’ll send her straight away: tomorrow
I’ll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
PAROLLES.
Why, these balls bound; there’s noise in it. ‘Tis hard:
A young man married is a man that’s marr’d:
Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go:
The king has done you wrong: but, hush, ‘tis so.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 4. The same. Another room in the same.
[Enter HELENA and CLOWN.]
HELENA.
My mother greets me kindly: is she well?
CLOWN. 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’ the world; but yet she is not well.
HELENA.
If she be very well, what does she ail that she’s not very well?
CLOWN.
Truly, she’s very well indeed, but for two things.
HELENA.
What two things?
CLOWN.
One, that she’s not in heaven, whither God send her quickly!
The other, that she’s in earth, from whence God send her quickly!
[Enter PAROLLES.]
PAROLLES.
Bless you, my fortunate lady!
HELENA. I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes.
PAROLLES. You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them on, have them still. O, my knave,—how does my old lady?
CLOWN. So that you had her wrinkles and I her money, I would she did as you say.
PAROLLES.
Why, I say nothing.
CLOWN. 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.
PAROLLES.
Away! thou art a knave.
CLOWN. You should have said, sir, before a knave thou art a knave; that is before me thou art a knave: this had been truth, sir.
PAROLLES.
Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
CLOWN.
Did you find me in yourself, 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 increase of laughter.
PAROLLES.
A good knave, i’ faith, and well fed.—
Madam, my lord will go away tonight:
A very serious business calls on him.
The great prerogative and right of love,
Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge;
But puts it off to 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.
HELENA.
What’s his will else?
PAROLLES.
That you will take your instant leave o’ the king,
And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
Strengthen’d with what apology you think
May make it probable need.
HELENA.
What more commands he?
PAROLLES.
That, having this obtain’d, you presently
Attend his further pleasure.
HELENA.
In everything I wait upon his will.
PAROLLES.
I shall report it so.
HELENA.
I pray you.—Come, sirrah.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 5. 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.