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Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
Hel. And ever shall
Ber. Let that go :
Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon.
Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe ;*
Ber. What would you have ?
Hel. Something; and scarce so much:-nothing indeed.-
Ber. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
LORDS, and others.
1 Lord. Holy seems the quarrel
Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
2 Lord. Good my lord,
Myself in my uncertain grounds to fail
Duke. Be it his pleasure.
2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our nature,*
Duke. Welcome shall they be;.
[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 ?
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 letter. Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, since I was au couru: qur, pru 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?
[Exit. Count. [Reads.] I have sent you a daughter-in-law : 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,
BERTRAM. 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.
Re-enter CLOWN. Clo. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within, between two soldiers and my young lady. * Our young fellows.
† The fold at the top of the boot.
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 killed ?
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.
Count. Think upon patience.-'Pray you, gentlemen,-
2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:
Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.
[Reads.] When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body, that I am father too, 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;
Count. I prythee, lady, have a better cheer;
2 Gen. Ay. Madam.
2 Gen. Such is his noble purpose : and, believe't,
Count. Return you thither ?
Hel. [Reads.] Till'I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter.
Count. Find you that there?
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! There's nothing here, that is too good for him,
* (That are.)
But only she; and she deserves a lord,
#1 Gen. A servant only, and a gentleman Which I have some time known.
Count. Parolles, was't not?
Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
1 Gen. Indeed, good lady,
Count. You are welcome, gentlemen.
2 Gen. We serve you, Madam,
Count. Not so, but as we changet our courtesies.
Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.
* Too much vice, which yet stands him in stead.
That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
[Exit. SCENE III.-Florence. Before the DUKE's Palace. Flourish. Enter the DUKE OF FLORENCE, BERTRAM, LORDS,
Officers, Soldiers, and others.
Ber. Sir, it is
Duke. Then go thou forth;
Ber. This very day,
[Exeunt. SCENE IV:-Rousillon. A Room in the COUNTESS'S Palace.
Enter COUNTESS and STEWARD.
Stew. I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone;
Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
My dearest master, your dear son may hie ;
His name with zealous fervour sanctify:
I. his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth :
Whom I myself embrace, to set him free.
Stew. Pardon me, Madam :