Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my fon, And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? 2 Gen. Ay, Madam. Count. And to be a foldier ? 2 Gen. Such is his noble purpose; 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 swifteft wing of speed. Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter. [Reading. Count. Find you that there? Hel. Yes, Madam. 1 Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, happ❜ly, 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 miftrefs. Who was with him? 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: My fon corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. 1 Gen. (27) 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 fee my fon, to tell him, that his fword you (27) Indeed, good Lady, the fellow has a deal of that too much, which bolds him much to barve.] This is fomewhat obfcure in the expreffion; but the meaning must be this, The fellow, indeed, has a deal too much vanity, lying, boating; but it holds him much to have fuch qualities; i. e. it ftands him in great ftead, is of great fervice to him, and what he cannot do without. For these were the arts that Parolles used to get into Bertram's favour; and when once they were difcover'd, he was fet a-drift, and undone. can 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. 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, My being here it is, that holds thee hence. To confolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day! 1 ་་་ SCENE changes to the Duke's Court in Florence. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum. and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles. ́ Duke. •TH HE general of our horfe thou art, and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and Upon thy promifing, fortune." [credence Ber. Sir, it is A charge too heavy for my ftrength; but yet-- Duke. Then go forth, And fortune play upon thy profp'rous helm, Ber. This very day, Great Mars, I put myself into thy file; Make me but like my thoughts, and I fhall prove A lover of thy drum; hater of love. Count. [Exeunt SCENE changes to Roufillon in France. Enter Countefs and Steward. Las! and would you take the letter of her ? has done, By fending me a letter? Read it again. 35.176} LETTER. ཟླ I am St. Jaques pilgrim, thither gone; His taken labours bid him me forgive; I, his defpightful Juno, fent him forth Ah, what sharp ftings are in her mildest words 7 Ster. Pardon, Madam, If I had given you this at over-night She might have been o'er-ta'en; and yet the writes, Purfuit would be but vain. Count. What angel fhall Blefs this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive, To make diftinction; provide this meffenger; [Exeunti 1 SCENE A Tucket afar off. Enter an old widow of Florence, Diana, Violenta, and Mariana, with other citizens. Wid.city, we fhall lofe all the fight. come. For if they do approach the Dia. They fay, the French Count has done most honourable fervice. Wid. It is reported, that he has ta'en their greatest commander; and that with his own hand he flew the Duke's brother. We have loft our labour, they are gone a contrary way: hark, you may know by their trumpets. Mar. Come, let's return again, and fuffice ourfelves 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 fo rich as honefty. Wid. I have told my neighbour, how you have been follicited by a gentleman his companion. Mar. I know that knave, (hang him!) one Parolles; a filthy officer he is in thofe fuggeftions for the young Earl; beware of them, Diana; (28) their promifes, (28) Their promifes, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of luft, are not the things they go under ;] i, e. They are not in reality fo true and fincere, as in appearance they feem to be. This will be heft explain'd by another paffage in Hamlet, where Polonius is counselling his daughter. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the foul Lends the tongue vows. Thefe blazes, oh, my daughter, Ev'n in their promife as it is a making, You must not take for fire. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers enticements, |