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There's nothing here, that is too good for him,
1 Gen. A servant only, and a gentleman
Parolles, was't not? i Gen. Ay, my good lady, he. Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wicked.
ness. My son corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement.
1 Gen. - Indeed, good lady, The fellow has a deal of that, too much, Which holds him much to have.
Count. You are welcome, gentlemen,
We serve you, madam,
Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. Will you draw near?
[Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen. Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in
France. Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France, Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I That chase thee from thy country, and expose
thing in Francine Rousillon, di is't I
s a deal of that, too much,
Which holds him much to hare.] That is, his vices stand him in stead.
• Not so, &c.] The gentlemen declare that they are servants to the Countess; she replies,-No otherwise than as she returns the same offices of civility. Johnson.
Those tender limbs of thine to the event
(Exit. 7 move the still-piecing air,
That sings with piercing,] Warburton says the words are here oddly shuffled into nonsense; but the commentators have not succeeded in making sense of them.
8 — the ravin lion -] i. e. the ravenous or ravening lion. To rarin is to swallow voraciously. ::9 Whence honour but of danger, &c.] The sense is, from that abode, where all the advantages that honour usually reaps from the danger it rushes upon, is only a scar in testimony of its bravery, as, on the other hand, it often is the cause of losing all, even life itself. Heath.
Flourish. Enter-the Duke of Florence, BERTRAM,
Lords, Officers, Soldiers, and others. Duke. The general of our horse thou art; and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence,
Sir, it is
Then go thou forth;
This very day, Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: Make me but like my thoughts; and I shall prove A lover of thy drum, hater of love. Exeunt. ·
Enter Countess and Steward.
her Might you not know, she would do as she has done, By sending me a letter? Read it again.
Stew. I am St. Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone;
Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended,
Write, write, that, from the bloody course of war,
My dearest master, your dear son may hie; Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far,
His name with zealous fervour sanctify:
I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth:
Count. Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest
Pardon me, madam:
What angel shall Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive, Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear, And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath Of greatest justice.--Write, write, Rinaldo, To this unworthy husband of his wife; Let every word weigh heavy of her worth, That he does weigh too light:2 my greatest grief, Though little he do feel it, set down sharply. Despatch the most convenient messenger:When, haply, he shall hear that she is gone, He will return; and hope I may, that she,
9- Juno,] Alluding to the story of Hercules. I l ack advice -] Advice is discretion or thought.
2 That he does weigh too light:] To weigh here means to ralue or esteem.
Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
Without the Walls of Florence.
A tucket afar off. Enter an old Widow of Flo
rence, DIANA, VIOLENTA, MARIANA, and other Citizens.
Wid. Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we shall lose all the sight.
Dia. They say, the French count has done most honourable service.
Wid. It is reported that he has taken their greatest commander; and that with his own hand he slew the duke's brother. We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary way: hark! you may know by their trumpets.
Mar. Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty.
Wid. I have told my neighbour, how you have been solicited by a gentleman his companion.
Mar. I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a filthy officer he is in those suggestions for
those suggestions --] Suggestions are temptations.