| ACT II SCENE IV | Paris. The KING's palace. | |
| | Enter HELENA and Clown | |
| HELENA | My mother greets me kindly; is she well? | |
| Clown | 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. | |
| HELENA | If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's | |
| | not very well? | |
| Clown | Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things. | |
| HELENA | What two things? | 10 |
| Clown | 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! | |
| | Enter PAROLLES | |
| PAROLLES | Bless you, my fortunate lady! | |
| HELENA | I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own | 15 |
| | good fortunes. | |
| PAROLLES | You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them | |
| | on, have them still. O, my knave, how does my old lady? | |
| Clown | So that you had her wrinkles and I her money, | |
| | I would she did as you say. | 20 |
| PAROLLES | Why, I say nothing. | |
| Clown | 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. | |
| PAROLLES | Away! thou'rt a knave. | |
| Clown | 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. | 30 |
| PAROLLES | Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee. | |
| Clown | 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. | 35 |
| PAROLLES | 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. | 45 |
| HELENA | What's his will else? | |
| PAROLLES | 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. | 50 |
| HELENA | What more commands he? | |
| PAROLLES | That, having this obtain'd, you presently | |
| | Attend his further pleasure. | |
| HELENA | In every thing I wait upon his will. | |
| PAROLLES | I shall report it so. | 55 |
| HELENA | I pray you. | |
| | Exit PAROLLES | |
| | Come, sirrah. | |
| | Exeunt | |