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Ber. Is there any unkindness between my Lord and you, Monsieur ?
Par. I know not, how I have deserved to run into my Lord's displeasure.
Laf. ; You have made thift 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 suffer question for
residence. Ber. It may be, you have mistaken him, my Lord.
Laf. And shall do so 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. Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. Farewel, Monsieur, I have spoken better of you, than you have or will deserve at my hand, but we must do good against evil.
(Exit. Par. An idle lord, I swear. Ber. I think so. Par. Why, do you not know him?
Ber. Yes, I know him well, and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
Enter Helena. Hel. I have, Sir, as I was commanded from you, Spoke with the King, and have procur'd his leave For present parting; only, he desires Some private fpeech with you, · Ber. I shall obey his will. You must not marvel, Helen, at my course, Which holds not colour with the time ; nor does ay You' have made shift to run into's, boots and spurs and all, like him that lea pt into the custard.] It was a foolery practis'd at city: entertainments, whilst the Tefter or Zany was in vogue, for him to jump into a large deep custard: set for the purpose. °Mr. Theobald.
The miniftration and required office
[Giving a letter,
Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
Hel. And ever shall
Ber. Let That go:
Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon.
Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Ber. What would you have?
Ber. I pray you, stay not : but in hafte to horse.
(Exit Helena. Ber. Where are my other men, Monsieur !----farewel.
Go thou tow'rd home, where I will never
ACT III. SCENE I.
The Duke's Court in FLORENCE
Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French
Lords, with Soldiers.
State from point to point, now have you heard
i Lord. Holy seems the quarrel
Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
2 Lord. Good my Lord,
an outward man, ] . e. one not in the secret of affairs. By felf. unable MOTION;] We should read NOTION.
2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our nation, That surfeit on their eale, will day by day 1 Come here for physick.
· Duke. Welcome shall they be:
SC E N E II.
Enter Counters and Clown. Count. I Tabath happened, all
as I would
have had it ; save, comes not Clo. By my troth, I take my young Lord to be a very melancholy man. Count. By what observance, I pray you?
I Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and ling; mend his ruff, and fing; ask questions, and fing; pick his teeth, and sing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, Told a goodly manor for a song.
Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Reads the letter, Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, since I was at court. Our old ling, and our Ísbels o'ch'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 stomach.
Count. What have we here?.
Countess reads a letter, I have sent you a daughter-in-law: the bath recovered the King, and undone mē. I have wedded her,
Het bedded ber; and sworn to make the pot eternal. You Mall 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,
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 misprizing 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 fhould he be kill'd?
Clo. So say 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.
Anter Helena, and two Gentlemen.
Count. Think upon patience: 'pray you, gentlemen,