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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.
SCENE I.-Florence. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Flourish.- Enter the DUKE OF FLORENCE, attended; two French
LORDS, and others.
1 Lord. Holy seems the quarrel
Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
2 Lord. Good my lord,
# Not in the secret.
Myself in my uncertain grounds to fail
Duke. Be it his pleasure.
Duke. Welcome shall they be;
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;t and sing; ask questions, and sing; píck 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 wbat he writes, and when he means to come.
[Opening a letter. 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?
[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.
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; And, for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains.
Count. I prythee, lady, have a better cheer;
2 Gen. Ay, Madam.
Count. Return you thither ?
Count. Find you that there?
Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
* (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.
do not touch my lord !
* Too much vice, which yet stands him in stead.
$ Only from.
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:
1, 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: