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Good my lord,
Be it his pleasure. 2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our na
Welcome shall they be;
your avails they fell : To-morrow to the field.
Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.
Enter Countess and Clown. Count. It hath happened all as I would have had ît, 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?
11.6. I cannot inform you of the reasons.
Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff,4 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 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-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,
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.
4 The folding at the top of the boot.
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 killid?
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.
i Gent. Save you, good madam.
2 Gent. 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.
Si. e. Affect me suddenly and deeply, as our sex are usually affected. !
Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my pass
port. [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 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 Gent.
Ay, madam; And, for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains.
Count. I pr’ythee, 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 Gent. Ay, madam. Count.
And to be a soldier ? 2 Gent. Such is his noble purpose: and, believe't, The duke will lay upon him all the honour . That good convenience claims. Count.
thither? 1 Gent. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of
speed. Hel. [Reads.] Till I have no wife, I have nothing
in Francea "Tis bitter. Count. Find
that there? Hel.
6 i. e. When you can get the ring which is on my finger into your possession.
7 If thou keepest all thy sorrows to thyself.
1 Gent. '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, But only she; and she deserves a lord, That twenty such rude boys might tend upon, And call her hourly, mistress. Who was with him?
i Gent. A servant only, and a gentleman Which I have some time known. Count.
Parolles, was't not? 1 Gent. Ay, my good lady, he. Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wicked
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
Indeed, good lady,
Count. You are welcome, gentlemen, I will entreat you, when you see my son, To tell him, that his sword can never win. The honour that he loses; more I'll entreat you Written to bear along. 2 Gent.
We serve you, madam, In that and all your worthiest affairs.
Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. Will you draw near ?
[Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen.
8 In reply to the gentlemen's declaration that they are her servants, the countess answers-no otherwise than as she returns the same offices of civility.