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I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
Given order for our horses; and tonight,
When I should take possession of the bride, [25]
End ere I do begin.

LAFEW
(aside) 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. (Aloud) God save you, [30]
captain!

BERTRAM
Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?

PAROLLES

I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord’s displeasure. [35]

LAFEW

You have made shift to run into’t, boots and spurs and all, like him that
leaped into the custard; and out of it you’ll run again rather than suffer
question for your residence.

BERTRAM
It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.

LAFEW
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.

PAROLLES
An idle lord, I swear.