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
_Hel._ I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,
Spoke with the king, and have procured his leave
For present parting; only he desires 55
Some private speech with you.
_Ber._ 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 60
For such a business; therefore am I found
So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you,
That presently you take your way for home,
And rather muse than ask why I entreat you;
For my respects are better than they seem, 65
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.
_Hel._ Sir, I can nothing say, 70
But that I am your most obedient servant.
_Ber._ Come, come, no more of that.
_Hel._ 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.
_Ber._ Let that go: 75
My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
_Hel._ Pray, sir, your pardon.
_Ber._ Well, what would you say?
_Hel._ 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 80
What law does vouch mine own.
_Ber._ What would you have?
_Hel._ Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.
I would not tell you what I would, my lord: faith, yes;
Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
_Ber._ I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse. 85
_Hel._ I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.
_Ber._ Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
[_Exit Helena._
Go thou toward home; where I will never come,
Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum.
Away, and for our flight.
_Par._ Bravely, coragio! [_Exeunt._ 90
LINENOTES:
SCENE V.] SCENE X. Pope.
The King's Palace.] Another room in the same. Capell.
[11] _yet_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
[14] [To Bertram.] Capell.
[15] _Pray you_] _I pray you_ Rowe.
_who's_] _whose_ F1.
[17] _sir, 's_] Theobald. _sir's_ F2 F3 F4. _sirs_ F1. _sits_ Pope.
[19] [Aside ...] Rowe.
[23-26] _I have ... begin_] Printed as prose by Pope.
[24] _horses_] F1. _horse_ F2 F3 F4.
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