For present parting; only, he desires I shall obey his will. [Giving a letter. 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you; so I leave you to your wisdom. Hel. Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient servant. Ber. Come, come, no more of that. And ever shall Ber. Hel. Pray, sir, your pardon. Well, what would you say? Let that go: city entertainments, whilst the jester or zany was in vogue, for him to jump into a large deep custard, set for the purpose. * And rather muse,] To muse is to wonder. the wealth I owe;] i. e. I own, prossess. Ber. What would you have? Hel. Something; and scarce so much:-nothing, indeed. I would not tell you my lord-'faith, yes; Strangers, and foes, do sunder, and not kiss. Ber. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse. Hel. I shall not break your bidding, good my lord. Ber. Where are my other men, monsieur ?Farewell. TExit HELENA. Go thou toward home; where I will never come, Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum:Away, and for our flight. Par. Bravely, coragio! [Exeunt. ACT III. . SCENE I. Florence. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, attended; two French Lords, and others. Duke. So that, from point to point, now have ou heard The fundamental reasons of this war; Holy seems the quarrel France my lord, 8 man, Would, in so just a business, shut his bosom Good Be it his pleasure. 2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our na ture, That surfeit on their ease, will, day by day, 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? 7 I cannot yield,] I cannot inform you of the reasons. JOHNSON an outward man,] i. e. one in the secret of affairs. the younger of our nature,] i. e. as we say at present, our young fellows. VOL. III. Y Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff,' 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? you [Exit. Count. [Reads.] I have sent you a 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, 1 mend the ruff;] The tops of the boots, in our author's time, turned down, and hung loosely over the leg. The folding is what the Clown means by the ruft Ben Jonson calls it ruffte; and perhaps it should be so here. 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, some comfort; your son will not be killed 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 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 Gen. Save you, good madam. Hel. Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone. 2 Gen. Do not say so. Count. Think upon patience.—'Pray you, gentle men, I have felt so many quirks of joy, and grief, That the first face of neither, on the start, Can woman me’ unto't:--Where is my son, I pray you? 2 Gen. 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. Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my pass port. ? Can woman me -] i. e. affect me suddenly and deeply, as my sex are usually affected. |