Come here for phyfick. Duke. Welcome fhall they be: And all the honours, that can fly from us, Shall on them fettle. You know your places well. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to Roufillon, in France. Enter Countefs, and Clown. all as I Count. T hath happen'd, all as I would have had it; fave, 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 obfervance, I pray you. Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and fing; mend his ruff, and fing; ask questions, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a fong. Count. Let me lee what he writes, and when he | Reads the Letter. means to come. Clo. I have no mind to Ibel, fince I was at court. Our old ling, and our Ibels o' th' country, are nothing like your old ling, and your fuels o' th' court: the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves mony, with no stomach. Count. What have we here? Clo. E'en that you have there. Countefs reads a letter. [Exit. I have fent you a danghter in-law: She bath recovered the King, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded ber; and fworn to make the not eternal. You shall bear, I am run away; know it, before the report come. VOL. III. Z If If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate Son, This is not well; rafh and unbridled boy, Re-enter Clown. Bertram. Clo. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within between two foldiers and my young lady. Count. What is the matter? Clo. Nay, there is fome comfort in the news, fome comfort; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would. Count. Why should he be kill'd? Clo. So fay I, Madam, if he run away, as I hear he does; the danger is in ftanding to't; that's the lofs of men, though it be the getting of children. Here they come, will tell you more. For my part, I only hear, your fon was run away. SCENE III. Enter Helena, and two Gentlemen. 1 Gen. Save you, good Madam. Hel. Madam, my Lord is gone, for ever gone. 2 Gen. Do not fay fo. Count. Think upon patience-'Pray you, gentlemen, I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief, That the first face of neither, on the start,. Can woman me unto't. Where is my fon? 2 Gen. 2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to ferve the Duke of Florence. We met him thitherward, for thence we came ; Hel. Look on this letter, Madam; here's my passport. • When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never fball come off; and her me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to, then call me buy band: but in fuch a Then I write a Never. This is a dreadful fentence. Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen? 1 Gen. Ay, Madam, and, for the contents' fake are forry for our pains. Count. I pr'ythee, lady, have a better cheer. Thou robb'ft me of a moiety; he was my fon, And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? 2 Gent. Ay, Madam. Count. And to be a foldier? 2 Gen. Such is his noble purpofe; 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 fwifteft wing of fpeed. Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. "Tis bitter. [Reading. Count. Find you that there? When thou can't get the ring, upon my finger,] i. e. When thou canft get the ring, which is on my finger, into thy poffeffion. The Oxford Editor, who took it the other way, to fignify, when thou canst get it on upon my finger, very fagaciously alters it to, when thou canst get the ring from my finger. WARBURTON. I think Dr. Warburton's explanation fufficient, but I once read it thus, When thou conft get the ring upon thy finger, which never fhall come off mine. Z 2 Hel Hel. Yes, Madam. I Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his heart was not confenting to. Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife? There's nothing here, that is too good for him, But only fhe; and fhe deferves a lord, That twenty fuch rude boys might tend upon, And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him? 1 Gen. A fervant only, and a gentleman Which I have fome time known. Count. Parolles, was't not? 1 Gen. Ay, my good lady, he. Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness: Ny fon 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. Y'are welcome, gentlemen; I will intreat you, when you fee my fon, to tell him, that his fword can never win the honour that he loses: more I'll intreat you written to bear along. 2 Gen. We ferve you, Madam, in that and all your worthieft affairs '. Count. Not fo, but as we change our courtefies. Will you draw near? 9 [Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen. a deal of that too much, which holds him much to have.] That is, his vices ftand him in ftead. Helen had before deliver'd this thought in all the beauty of expreffion. I know him a notorious lyar; Think him a great way fool, folely a coward; Yet thefe fixt evils fit fo fit in him, That they take place, while vir- Look bleak in the cold wind 'The gentlemen declare that they are fervants to the Countess ; the replies, No otherwise than as fhe returns the fame offices of civility. SCENE Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Thou shalt have none, Roufillon, none in France; That drive thee from the fportive court, where thou With sharp constraint of hunger: better 'twere, Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Roufillon; As oft it lofes all. I will be gone: My being here it is, that holds thee hence. air, move the ftill-piercing That fings with piercing, The words are here odly fhuffled into nonfenfe. We fhould read, pierce the ftill-moving air, That fings with piercing, ].. pierce the air, which is in perpetual motion, and suffers no injury by piercing. WARB. |