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A C T III.
SCENE, the Duke's Court in Florence.
Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords, with Soldiers.
O that, from point to point, now have you heard
Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth, And more thirfts after.
I Lord. Holy feems the quarrel
Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful
Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our coufin France
2 Lord. Good my Lord,
The reafons of our ftate I cannot yield,
Duke. Be it his pleasure.
2 Lord. But I am fure, the younger of our Nation, That furfeit on their eafe, will day by day Come here for Phyfick.
Duke. Welcome shall they be:
And all the honours, that can fly from us,
2. LV. 《་
SCENE changes to Roufillon, in France.
Enter Countess, and Clown.
T hath happen'd, all as I would have had it; fave, 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 obfervance, I pray you?
Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and fing; mend his ruff, and fing; ask questions, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly Manor for a fong.
Count. Let me fee what he writes, and when he means to come, [Reads the Letter. Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, fince I was at Court. Our old ling, and our Isbels o'th' Country, are nothing like your old ling, and your Isbels 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 ftomach. Count. What have we here?
Clo. E'en That you have there,
Countess reads a Letter.
I have fent you a Daughter-in-law: fhe bath recovered the King, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded ber; and fworn 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,
This is not well, rafh and unbridled boy,
Clo. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within between two Soldiers and my young Lady.
Count. What is the matter?
Clo. Nay, there is fome comfort in the news, fome comfort, your Son will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would.
Count. Why should he be kill'd?
Clo. So fay 1, Madam, if he run away, as I hear he does; the danger is in ftanding to't; that's the lofs 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.
Enter Helena and two Gentlemen.
1 Gen. Save you, good Madam.
Hel. Madam, my Lord is gone, for ever gone. 2 Gen. Do not fay fo.
Count. Think upon patience: 'pray you, Gentlemen, I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief, That the first face of neither, on the ftart, Can woman me unto't. Where is my Son?
2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to ferve the Duke of Flo
We met him thitherward, for thence we came;
Hel. Look on his Letter, Madam; here's my Pafsport.
When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which hever fhall come off and hew me a Child begotten of thy body that I am Father to, then call me Husband: but in fuch a Then I write a Never.
This is a dreadful fentence.
Count. Brought you this letter, Gentlemen?
1 Gen. Ay, Madam, and, for the contents fake, are forry for our pains. Count. I pr'ythee, Lady, have a better cheer. If thou engroffeft all the griefs as thine,
Thou robb'ft me of a moiety: he was my Son,
Count. And to be a Soldier?
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 fwifteft wing of speed. Hel. 'Till I have no Wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter.
Count. Find you That there?
I 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 the deferves a Lord, That twenty fuch rude boys might tend upon, And call her hourly Miftrefs. Who was with him? I Gen. A Servant 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 Son corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement.
I 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 you fee my Son, to tell him, that his fword
(27) Indeed, good Lady, the Fellow has a deal of That too much, which holds him much to have.] This is fomewhat obfcure in the Expref fion; but the Meaning must be this. The Fellow, indeed, has a deal too much Vanity, Lying, boafting; but it holds him much to have fuch Qualities; ie, it ftands him in great Stead, is of great Service to him, and what he cannot do without. For thefe were the Arts that Parolles used to get into Bertram's Favour; and when Once they were discover'd, He was fet a-drift, and undone.
can never win the honour that he lofes: more I'll intreat you written to bear along.
2 Gen. We ferve you, Madam, in That and all yourworthieft affairs.
Count. Not fo, but as we change our courtefies.
Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Roufillon,
To confolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day!