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That hugs his kicksy-wicksy' here at home;
Ber. It shall be so; I'll send her to my house,
mother with my hate to her,
Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure?
Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me. I'll send her straight away: To-morrow I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow. Par. 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.
Another Room in the same.
Enter Helena and Clown. Hel. My mother greets me kindly: Is she well? Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health:
! That hugs his kicksy-wicksy, &c.] Sir T. Hanmer, in his Glossary, observes, that kichsy-wicksy is a made word in ridicule and disdain of
wife. To the dark-house,] The dark house is a house made gloomy by discontent.
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.
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's not in heaven, whither God send her quickly! the other, that she's in earth, from whence God send her quickly!
Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady!
Hel. I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes.
Par. You had my prayers to lead them on: and to keep them on, have them still.—O, my krave! How does my old lady?
Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, 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 thou art a knave; that is, before me thou 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 yourself, sir? or were you taught to find me? The search, sir, was pro
fitable; and much fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure, and the increase 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 right of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknow
ledge; But puts it off by a compellid restraint; Whose want, and whose delay, is strewed with
What's his will else? Par. That you will take your instant leave o' the
king, And make this haste as your own good proceeding, Strengthend 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,
I pray you.-Come, sirrah.
Another Room in the same.
Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM. Laf. But, I hope, your lordship thinks not him a soldier.
probable need.) A specious appearance of necessity.
Ber. Yės, my lord, and of very valiant approof
Laf. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.*
Ber. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.
Laf. 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 us friends, I will pursue the amity.
pray you, make
Par. These things shall be done, sir.
[To BERTRAM. Laf. Pray you, sir, who's his tailor? Par. Sir
Laf. O, I know him well: Ay, sir; he, sir, is a good workman, a very good tailor. Ber. Is she gone to the king?
[ Aside to PAROLLES. Par. She is. Ber. Will she away to-night? Par. As you'll have her.
Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, Given order for our horses; and to-night, When I should take possession of the bride, And, ere I do begin,
Laf. 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. Ber. Is there any unkindness between my
a bunting.] The bunting is, in feather, size, and form, so like the sky-lark, as to require nice attention to discover the pne from the other ; it also ascends and sings in the air nearly in the same manner: but it has little or no song, which gives estimation to the sky-lark.
lord and you, monsieur ?
Par. I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure.
Laf. 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. Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my lord.
Laf. 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 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 have or will deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil.
[Exit. Par. An idle lord, I swear. Ber. I think so. Par. Why, do you not know him? Ber. Yes, I do know him well; and common
speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
Hel. I have, sir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the king, and have procur'd his leave
4 You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leaped into the custard;] This odd allusion is not introduced without a view to satire. It was a foolery practised at