Ber. Is there any unkindness between my Lord and you, Monfieur ? Par. I know not, how I have deferved to run into my Lord's displeasure. Laf. You have made fhift to run into't, boots and spurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer queftion for your refidence. Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my Lord. Laf. And fhall do fo ever, tho' I took him at's prayers. Fare you well, my Lord, and believe this of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut: the foul of this man is his clothes. Truft him not in matter of heavy confequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. Farewel, Monfieur, I have fpoken better of you, than you have or will deferve at my hand, but we must do good against evil. [Exit. Par. An idle lord, I fwear. Ber. I think fo. Par. Why, do you not know him? Ber. Yes, I know him well, and common fpeech Gives him a worthy pafs. Here comes my clog. SCENE XI. Enter Helena. Hel. I have, Sir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the King, and have procur'd his leave For prefent parting; only, he defires Some private fpeech with you. Ber. I fhall obey his will. You must not marvel, Helen, at my course, You have made shift to run into's, boots and fpurs and all, like him that leapt into the cuftard.] It was a foolery practis'd at city entertainments, whilft the Jefter or Zany was in vogue, for him to jump into a large deep custard: fet for the purpofe. Mr. Theobald." The B The miniftration and required office I leave you to your wisdom. But that I am your moft obedient fervant. Hel. And ever fhall With true obfervance feek to eke out That, Wherein tow'rd me my homely ftars have fail'd Ber. Let That go: My hafte is very great. Farewel; hie home. Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon. Ber. Well, what would you fay? Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe; Nor dare I fay, 'tis mine, and yet it is; But, like a tim'rous thief, moft fain would fteal Ber. What would you have? Hel. Something, and scarce fo much indeed I would not tell you what I would, my Lord nothing, [yes 'faith, Ber. I pray you, ftay not: but in hafte to horfe. Hel. I fhall not break your bidding, good my Lord. [Exit Helena. Ber. Where are my other men, Monfieur?----farewel. Go thou tow'rd home, where I will never come, [Exeunt. Par. Bravely, Couragio! ACT III. SCENE I. The Duke's Court in FLORENCE. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords, with Soldiers. DUKE. O that, from point to point, now have you heard Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth, 1 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, By felf-unable notion; therefore dare not Duke. Be it his pleasure. an outward man,] i. e. one not in the fecret of affairs. By felf unable MOTION:] We fhould read NOTION. 2 Lord. 2 Lord. But I am fure, the younger of our nation, That furfeit on their eafe, will day by day I 1} Come here for phyfick. Duke. Welcome fhall they be: And all the honours, that can fly from us, Shall on them settle. You know your places well. NE II SCENE Changes to Roufillon, in France. Enter Countefs and Clown. [Exeunt. Count. fave, that he comes not along with her. T hath happen'd, all as I would have had it; 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 queftions, 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 mony, with no ftomach. Count. What have we here? Clo. E'en That you have there. Countess reads a letter. [Exit. I have fent you a daughter-in-law: she hath recovered the King, and undone me. I have wedded her, E 4 not not bedded ber; and fworn to make the not eternal. You fhall bear, I am run away; know it, before the report com. If there be breadib enough in the world, I will bold a long distance. My duty to you.... Your unfortunate Son, This is not well, rafh and unbridled boy, Re-enter Clown. Bertram. Clo. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within between two foldiers and my young lady. Count. What is the matter? Clo. Nay, there is fome comfort in the news, fome comfort; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would. Count. Why fhould he be kill'd? Clo. So fay I, 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 fon was run away. Enter Helena, and two Gentlemen. Gent. Save you, good Madam. Hel. Madam, my Lord is gone, for ever gone. 2 Gent. Do not fay fo. Count. Think upon patience: 'pray you, gentlemen, I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief, 2 Gent. |