_Ber._ Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?
_Par._ I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure.
_Laf._ You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs 35 and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your residence.
_Ber._ It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
_Laf._ 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._
_Ber._ Yes, I do know him well, and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
_Hel._ I have, sir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the king, and have procured his leave For present parting; only he desires 55 Some private speech with you.
_Ber._ I shall obey his will. You must not marvel, Helen, at my course, Which holds not colour with the time, nor does The ministration and required office On my particular. Prepared I was not 60 For such a business; therefore am I found So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you, That presently you take your way for home, And rather muse than ask why I entreat you; For my respects are better than they seem, 65 And my appointments have in them a need Greater than shows itself at the first view To you that know them not. This to my mother: [_Giving a letter._
'Twill be two days ere I shall see you; so, I leave you to your wisdom.
_Hel._ Sir, I can nothing say, 70 But that I am your most obedient servant.
_Hel._ And ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd To equal my great fortune.
_Ber._ Let that go: 75 My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
_Hel._ 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.
_Hel._ 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.