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Ber.

What would you have? 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.

Ber. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
Hel. I shall not break your bidding, good my

lord.
Ber. Where are my other men, monsieur ? -
Farewell.

[Exit HELENA. Go thou toward home; where I will never come, Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the

drum:

Away, and for our flight.

Par.

Bravely, coragio!

(Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I. Florence. A Room in the Duke's

Palace.

ence

Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, attended;

two French Lords, and others. Duke. So that, from point to point, now have

you heard The fundamental reasons of this war; Whose great decision hath much blood let forth, And more thirsts after. 1 Lord.

Holy seems the quarrel Upon your grace's part; black and fearful On the opposer. Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin

France

Would, in so just a business, shut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers.
2 Lord.

: Good my lord,
The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
But like a common and an outward man,
That the great figure of a council frames
By self-unable motion: therefore dare not
Say what I think of it; since I have found
Myself in my uncertain grounds to fail
As often as I guess’d.
Duke.

Be it his pleasure.
2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our na-

ture,
That surfeit on their ease, will, day by day,
Come here for physick.
Duke.

. Welcome shall they be;
And all the honours, that can fly from us,
Shall on them settle. You know your places well;
When better fall, for your avails they fell:
To-morrow to the field. (Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Rousillon.

A Room in the Countess's Palace.

Enter Countess and Clown. Count. It hath happened all as I would have had · it, save, that he comes not along with her.

Clo. By my troth; I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man. · Count. By what observance, I pray you?

- I cannot yield,] I cannot inform you of the reasons.

JOHNSON, a n outward man,] i. e. one in the secret of affairs. 9- the younger of our nature,] i. e. as we say at present, our young fellows.

VOL. III.

Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song.

Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.

[Opening a setter. Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, since I was at court; our old ling and our Isbels o'the country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o'the court: the brains of my Cupid's knocked out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.

Count. What have we here?
Clo. E'en that you have there.

[Exit.

Count. [Reads.] I have sent you a daughter-inlaw : she hath recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the not eternal. You shall hear, I am run away; know it, before the report come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate son,

BERTRẦM.

This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,
To fly the favours of so good a king;
To pluck his indignation on thy head,
By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous
For the contempt of empire.

i mend the ruff,] The tops of the boots, in our author's time, turned down, and hung loosely over the leg. The folding is what the Clown means by the ruff. Ben Jonson calls it ruffle; and perhaps it should be so here.

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Clo. O madam, yonder is heavy news within, between two soldiers and my young lady. .

Count. What is the matter?

Clo. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I thought he would. . "

Count. Why should he be kill'd?

Clo. So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does: the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of men, though it be the getting of children. Here they come, will tell you more: for my part, I only hear, your son was run away. [Exit Clown.

Enter Helena and two Gentlemen. 1 Gen. Save you, good madam. · Hel. Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.

2 Gen. Do not say so. Count. Think upon patience.— 'Pray you, gentle

i men,I have felt so many quirks of joy, and grief, That the first face of neither, on the start, Can woman me? unto’t:Where is my son, I pray

you? . 2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of

Florence: We met him thitherward; from thence we came,.. And, after some despatch in hand at court, Thither we bend again.

Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my pass

port.

... Can woman me -] i.e. affect me suddenly and deeply, as my sex are usually affected. '

[Reads.7 When thou canst get the ring upon my i

finger, which never shall come off, and show me
a child legötten of thy body, that I am father
to, then call me husband: but in such a then

I write a never.
This is a dreadful sentence.

Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
1 Gen.

Ay, madam; And, for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains.

Count. I prythee, lady, have a better cheer; If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety: He was my son; But I do wash his name out of my blood, And thou art all my child.-Towards Florence is he?

2 Gen. Ay, madam. Count.

And to be a soldier? 2 Gen. Such is his noble purpose: and, believe't, The duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims. Count.

Return you thither? 1 Gen. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of

speed. Hel. [Reads.] Till I have no wife, I have no

thing in France. T'is bitter. .

Count. Find you that there?
Hel.

Ay, madam. 1 Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply,

which His heart was not consenting to.

Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife!

3 When thou canst get the ring upon my finger,] i. e. When thou canst get the ring, which is on my finger, into thy possession.

4 If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, &c.] This sentiment is elliptically expressed, If thou keepest all thy sorrows to thyself, i. e. “ all the griefs that are thine," &c.

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