[257] Re-enter B.] Enter Count Rossillion. Ff (after line 255).
[260, 261] _Although ... her_] Printed as prose in Ff, as verse first by Rowe (ed. 2).
[265, 266] _France ... wars_] Printed as verse in Ff, as prose by Pope.
[266] _wars!_] _wars, Bertram!_ or _wars, Rousillon!_ Anon. conj.
[271] _kicky-wicky_] _kickie wickie_ F1. _kicksie wicksie_ F2 F3. _kicksy wicksy_ F4. _kicksy-winsy_ Collier conj.
[274, 275] _regions France_] Pope. _regions, France_ Ff. _regions! France_ Capell.
[283] _detested_] Rowe. _detected_ Ff. See note (XI).
[286] _to-morrow_] _even to-morrow_ Hanmer. _betimes to-morrow_ Steevens conj.
[290] _her bravely; go_] _her; bravely go_ Delius.
_Hel._ My mother greets me kindly: is she well?
_Clo._ 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 world; but yet she is not well. 5
_Hel._ If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's not very well?
_Clo._ Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.
_Clo._ One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send 10 her quickly! the other, that she's in earth, from whence God send her quickly!
_Hel._ I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes. 15
_Par._ You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them on, have them still. O, my knave, how does my old lady?
_Clo._ So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you say. 20
_Clo._ 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 is within a very little of 25 nothing.
_Clo._ 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
_Par._ Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
_Clo._ 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
_Par._ 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.