Page 838 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

But that I am your most obedient servant.

BERTRAM
Come, come, no more of that.

HELENA
And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out that
Wherein toward me my homely stars have failed

To equal my great fortune.

BERTRAM
Let that go. [75]
My haste is very great. Farewell. Hie home.

HELENA
Pray, sir, your pardon.

BERTRAM
Well, what would you say?

HELENA
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.

BERTRAM
What would you have?

HELENA
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. [85]

BERTRAM