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Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,
But that I am your most obedient servant.

Ber. Come, come, no more of that.

Hel. And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out. That,
Wherein tow'rd me my homely stars have faild
To equal my great fortune.

Ber. Let That go:
My hafte is very great. Farewel; hie home.

Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon.
Ber. Well, what would you say ?

Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Nor dare I say, 'tis mine, and yet it is ;
But, like a tim'rous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have ?
Hel. Something, and scarce so much nothing.
indeed

[yes ;-
I would not tell you what I would, my Lord —-'faith,
Strangers and foes do funder, and not kiss.
Ber. I

pray you, stay not : but in baste to horse. Hel. I fhall not break your bidding, good my Lord.

[Exit Helena
Ber. Where are my other men, Monsieur ?-farewel.
Go thou tow’rd home, where I will never come,
Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum :
Away, and for our flight.
Par. Bravely, Couragio!

[Exeunt.

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А СТ III. S CE N E I.

The Duke's Court in FLORENCE.
Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French

Lords, with Soldiers.

DUKE. 0

heard The fundamental this ,

Whose

S Thea tu frampoint to point, now have you heard

Court. fave, that he comes not along with her.

Whose great decision hath much blood let forth,
And more thirts after.

i Lord. Holy feems the quarrel
Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful
On the opposer.

Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
Would, in so just a business, fhut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers.

2 Lord. Good my Lord,
The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
But like a common and an outward man,
That the great figure of a council framės
By sell-unable notion ; therefore dare not
Say what I think of it, 'since I have found
Myself in my incertain grounds to fail
As often as I guest.

Duke. Be it his pleasure.

2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our nation, That surfeit on their ease, will day by day Come here for physic.

Duke. Welcome shall they be : And all the honours, that can fly from us, Shall on them settle. You know your places well. When better fall, for your avails they fell; To-morrow, to the field.

[Exeunt.
S CE N E II.
Changes to Rousillon, in France.

Enter Countess and Clown.
T hath happen'd, all as I would have had it;

'1

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 fing; mend his ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing:

means to come.

pick his teeth, and sing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a song. Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he

[Reads the letter. Clo. I have no mind to Ijbel, since I was at court. Our old ling and our lfbels o'th country, are nothing like

your old ling, and your Ifbels o'th' court: the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.

Count. What have we here?
Clo. E'en That you have there. .

[Exit.

run away ;

Countess reads a letter. I have sent you a daughter-in-law : she hath recovered the King, and undone mie. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the not eternal. You shall hear, I am

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 misprising 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.

Count. What is the matter ?

Clo. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, fome comfort; your son will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would.

Count. Why should he be kill'd ?
Clo. So say I, Madam, if he run away, as I hear

he

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

For

my part, I only hear,

your

son was run away.

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Enter Helena, and two Gentlemen. I Gent. AVE

Hel. 'Madam, my Lord is gone, for ever

gone.-
2 Gent. Do not say so.

Gount. Think upon patience: 'pray you, gentlemen,
I've felt so many quirks of joy and grief,
That the first face of neither, on the start,
Can woman me unto't. Where is

Where is my son ?
2 Gent. Madam, he's gone to serve the Duke of

Florence,
We met him thitherward, for thence we came;
And, after some dispatch in hand at court,
Thither we bend again.

Hel. Look on this letter, Madam; here's my pass-
port.
When thou canst get the ring. ubon my finger, which

never shall come off; and thew 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 ?

i Gent. Ay, Madam, and, for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains.

Count. I pr’ythee, lady, have a better cheer.
If thou engrosseít all the griefs as thine,
Thou robb’t me of a moiety: he was my son,
But I do wash his name out of blood,
And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?
2 Gent. Ay, Madam.

Count.

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. Return

you
thither?

[speed. i Gent. Ay, Madam, with the swiftest wing of

Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter.

[Reading. Count. Find

you

that there? Hel. Yes, Madam.

i Gent. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, happ'ly, 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?
i Gent. Ay, my good lady, he.

Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness:
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
With his inducement.

i Gent. 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 see my son, to tell him, that his sword can never win the honour that he loses: more I'll in. treat you written to bear along.

L 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 Gent.

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