HELENA.
What two things?
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 good fortune.
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.
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 is within a very little of nothing.
PAROLLES.
Away! Thou art a knave.