The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
[Exeunt.] Exit. Ff.
SCENE V. _Paris. The Kings Palace._
_Enter_ LAFEU _and_ BERTRAM.
_Laf._ But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.
_Ber._ Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
_Laf._ You have it from his own deliverance.
_Ber._ And by other warranted testimony.
_Laf._ Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for 5
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 10
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.
_Par._ These things shall be done, sir. [_To Bertram._
_Laf._ Pray you, sir, who's his tailor? 15
_Par._ Sir?
_Laf._ O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good
workman, a very good tailor.
_Ber._ Is she gone to the king? [_Aside to Parolles._
_Par._ She is. 20
_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, 25
End 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. 30
_Ber._ Is there any unkindness between my 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 35
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's 40
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 45
than you have or will to 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? 50
_Ber._ Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
_Enter_ HELENA.
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