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| SCENE IV. Paris. The KING's palace. |
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Enter HELENA and Clown
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| HELENA |
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My mother greets me kindly; is she well?
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She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's
very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be
given, she's very well and wants nothing i', the
5 world; but yet she is not well.
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| HELENA |
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If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's
not very well?
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| Clown |
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Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.
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| HELENA |
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What two things?
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10 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!
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Enter PAROLLES
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| PAROLLES |
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Bless you, my fortunate lady!
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| HELENA |
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I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own
15 good fortunes.
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| PAROLLES |
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You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them
on, have them still. O, my knave, how does my old lady?
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So that you had her wrinkles and I her money,
I would she did as you say.
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| PAROLLES |
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20 Why, I say nothing.
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| Clown |
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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
25 is within a very little of nothing.
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| PAROLLES |
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Away! thou'rt a knave.
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| Clown |
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You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt a
knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had
been truth, sir.
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| PAROLLES |
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30 Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
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Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you
taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable;
and much fool may you find in you, even to the
world's pleasure and the increase of laughter.
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| PAROLLES |
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35 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 rite of love,
Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge;
40 But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;
Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets,
Which they distil now in the curbed time,
To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy
And pleasure drown the brim.
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| HELENA |
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45 What's his will else?
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| PAROLLES |
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That you will take your instant leave o' the king
And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
Strengthen'd with what apology you think
May make it probable need.
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| HELENA |
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50 What more commands he?
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| PAROLLES |
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That, having this obtain'd, you presently
Attend his further pleasure.
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| HELENA |
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In every thing I wait upon his will.
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| PAROLLES |
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I shall report it so.
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| HELENA |
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55 I pray you.
Exit PAROLLES
Come, sirrah.
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Exeunt
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