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Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
Par. What? what, fweet heart?
Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me:
Par. France is a dog hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot: to th' wars.
Ber. There's letters from my mother; what the import is, I know not yet.
Par. Ay, that would be known: to th' wars, my boy, to th' wars.
He wears his honour in a box, unseen,
Ber. It fhall be fo, I'll fend her to my house,
Par. Will this capricio hold in thee, art fure?
Par. Why, these balls bound, there's noise in it.-
A young man, married, is a man that's marr'd:
Ber. I do affure you, my Lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant.
Laf. I have then finned against his experience, and tranfgrefs'd against his valour; and my state that is dangerous, fince I cannot yet find in my heart to repent: here he comes; I pray you, make us friends, I will pursue the amity.
Par. Thefe things fhall be done, Sir.
Laf. I pray you, Sir, who's his taylor?
Laf. O, I know him well; I, Sir, he, Sir's, a good workman, a very good taylor.
Ber. Is the gone to the King?
[Afide to Parolles.
Ber. Will fhe away to night? Par. As you'll have her. Ber. I have writ my letters, cafketed my treasure, given order for our horfes; and to night, when I fhould take poffeffion of the bride and ere I do
Laf. A good traveller is fomething at the latter end of a dinner; but one that lyes three thirds, and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, fhould be once heard, and thrice beaten. God fave you,
Ber. Is there any unkindness between my Lord and you, Monfieur ?
Par. I know not, how I have deferved to run into my Lord's displeasure.
Laf. (17) You have made fhift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard;
(17) Tou have made shift to run into't, Boots and Spurs and all, like him that leapt into the Cuftard.] This odd Allusion is not introduc'd without a View to Satire. It was a Foolery practis'd at City-Entertainments, whilst the Jefter or Zany was in Vogue, for him to jump into a large deep Custard: set for the Purpose, to set on a Quantity of barren Spectators to laugh ; as our Poet fays in his Hamlet.
Hel. I have, Sir, as I was commanded from you,
Ber. I fhall obey his will.
You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
50 For fuch a bufinefs; therefore am I found
and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your refidence.
Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my Lord.
Par. An idle lord, I swear.
Par. Why, do you not know him?
Ber. Yes, I know him well, and common speech
So much unfettled: this drives me to intreat you,
"Twill be two days ere I fhall fee you, fo
Hel. Sir, I can nothing fay,
SCENE changes to the Court of France.
Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France with letters, and divers Attendants.
HE Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.
1 Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.
King. Nay, 'tis moft credible; we here receive it,
I Lord. His love and wisdom,
Approv'd fo to your Majefty, may plead
King. He hath arm'd our answer;
A nurfery to our gentry, who are fick
King. What's he comes here?
Enter Bertram, Lafeu and Parolles.
I Lord. It is the count Roufillon, my good lord, young Bertram..
King. Youth, thou bear'ft thy father's face.
Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majesty's.
First try'd our foldiership: he did look far
In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man
Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
King. 'Would, I were with him! he would always
(3) So like a Courtier, no Contempt or Bitterness
Were in his Pride or Sharpness; if they were,
His Equal had awak'd them.] This Paffage seems fo very incorrectly pointed, that the Author's Meaning is loft in the Carelessnefs. As the Text and Stops are reform'd, these are most beautiful Lines, and the Senfe this- "He had no
Contempt or Bitterness; if he had any thing that look'd like "Pride of Sharpness, (of which Qualities Contempt and Bit"ternefs are the Exceffes,) his Equal had awak'd them, not "his Inferior; to whom he fcorn'd to discover any thing that "bore the Shadow of Pride or Sharpness." Mr. Warburton.