Hel. Now Dian, from thy altar do I fly; Hel. Thanks, sir: all the rest is mute. Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw ames-ace for my life. Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threateningly replies: Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love! 2 Lord. No better, if you please. Hel. My wish receive, Which great love grant! and so I take my leave. Laf. Do they all deny her? An they were sons of mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the Turk, to make cunuchs of. Hel. Be not afraid (to a Lord) that I your hand should take ; I'll never do you wrong for your own sake: Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got them. Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of my blood. 4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so. Laf. There's one grape yet,-I am sure, thy father drank wine. But if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen; I have known thee already. Hel. I dare not say I take you; (to Bertram) but I Me, and my service, ever whilst I live, Into your guiding power.-This is the man. [give King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, she's thy wife. Ber. My wife, my liege? [highness, 1 shall beseech your In such a business give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes. King: What she has done for me? Know'st thou not, Bertram. Yes, my good lord Ber. But never hope to know why I should marry her. King. Thou know'st, she has raised me from my sickly bed. Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down Must answer for your rising? I know her well; She had her breeding at my father's charge: A poor physician's daughter my wife!-Disdain King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which All that is virtuous, (save what thou dislikest, From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, Is good, without a name; vileness is so : And these breed honour; that is honour's scorn, Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb I can create the rest: virtue, and she, Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me. King. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose. Hel. That you are well restored, my lord, I am glad ; Let the rest go. King. My honour's at the stake; which to defeat, My love, and her desert; that canst not dream, Shall weigh thee to the beam: that wilt not know, It is in us to plant thine honour, where We please to have it grow: Check thy contempt: Do thine own fortunes that obedient right, Or I will throw thee from my care for ever, Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate, King. Take her by the hand. And tell her, she is thine: to whom I promise A counterpoise; if not to thy estate, A balance more replete. Ber. [Exeunt King, Bertram, Helena, Lords Laf. Do you hear, monsieur ? a word with you. Par. A most harsh one; and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master? Laf. Are you companion to the count Rousillon? Par. To any count; to all counts; to what is man. Laf. To what is count's man; count's master is of another style. Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old. Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring thee. Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do. Laf. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs, and the bannerets, about thee, did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up; and that thou art scarce worth. Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee, Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial;- which if- Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. Give me thy hand. Par. My lord, you give me most egregious indignity. Laf. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it. Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it. Laf. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not bate thee a scruple. Par. Well, I shall be wiser. Laf. E'en as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf, and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge; that I may say, in the default, he is a man I know. Par. My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation. Laf. I would it were helf-pains for thy sake, and my poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave. [Exit. ווי 1 Par. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord. Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were double, and double a lord. have no more pity of his age, than I would have of I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again. Re-enter LAFEU. I'll Laf. Sirrah, your lord and master's married, there's news for you; you have a new mistress. Par. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs: He is my good lord: whom I serve above, is my master. Laf. Who? God? Par. Ay, sir. Laf. The devil it is, that's thy master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of thy sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'd beat thee: methinks, thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee. I think, thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee. Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord. Laf. Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords, and honourable personages, than the heraldry of your birth and virtues gives you commission. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [Brit. Enter BERTRAM. Par. Good, very good; it is so then. - Good, very good; let it be concealed a while. Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever! Par. What is the matter, sweet heart? Ber. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn, I will not bed her. Par. What? what, sweet heart? Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me; I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her. Par. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot: To the wars! Ber. There's letters from my mother; what the imI know not yet. [port is, Par. 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; Which should sustain the bound and high curvet Ber. It shall be so; I'll send her to my house, Par. Will this capriccio hold in thee, art sure? 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: D |