Enter Parolles.

Par. These things shall be done, Sir.
Laf. I pray you, Sir, who's his tailor?

Par. Sir?

Laf. O, I know him well; I, Sir, he, Sir, 's a good workman, a very good tailor.

Ber. Is the gone to the King? [Afide to Parolles. Par. She is.

Ber. Will the away to-night?

Par. As you'll have her.

Ber. I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure, given order for our horfes; and to-night, when I fhould take poffeffion of the bride

begin

and ere I do

Laf. A good traveller is fomething at the latter end of a dinner; but one that lyes three thirds, and ufes a known truth to pass a thoufand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten.God fave you, Captain.

Ber. Is there you, Monfieur ?

any

unkindness between my Lord and

Par. I know not how I have deserved to run into my Lord's difpleasure.

Laf You have made shift to run into't, boots and fpurs and all, like him that leapt into the custard; and out of it you'll run again, rather than fuffer question for your refidence.

Ber. It may be you have mistaken him, my Lord. Laf. And thall 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 cloaths. 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. Par. An idle Lord, I fwear.

Ber. I think fo.

Par. Why, do you not know him?

[Exit.

Ber. Yes, I know him well, and common speech Gives him a worthy pafs. Here comes my clog.

SCENE

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 present parting; only he defires Some private fpeech with you.

Ber. I fhall obey his will.

; nor does

You must not marvel, Helen, at my courfe,
Which holds not colour with the time
The miniftration and required office
On my particular. Prepar'd I was not
For fuch a business; therefore am I found
So much unfettled: this drives me to intreat you,
That prefently you take your way for home,
And rather mufe, than afk, why I intreat you;
For my refpects are better than they feem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than fhews itself at the first view,

To you that know them not. This to my mother.

[Giving a letter. "Twill be two days ere I fhall fee you, fo

I leave you to your

wisdom.

Hel. Sir, I can nothing fay,

But that I am your most obedient servant.
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.

Hel. And ever shall

With true obfervance seek to eke out that,
Wherein tow'rd me my homely ftars have fail'd,
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 fay, 'tis mine, and yet it is;

But, like a tim'rous thief, moft fain would steal

What law docs vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have?

Hel. Something, and fcarce fo much-nothing,

indeed

I would not tell you what I would, my Lord-'faith,

yes;

Strangers

Strangers and foes do funder, and not kifs

Ber. I pray you, ftay not; but in hate a horse. 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, Whilft I can fhake my fword, or hear the drum :

Away, and for our flight.

Par. Bravely, Couragio!

ACT

III.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

I.

The Duke's court in Florence.

Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords, with foldiers.

Duke⋅ STi

that, from point to point, now have you The fundamental reafons of this war, [heard Whofe great decision hath much blood let forth, And more thirfts after.

1 Lord. Holy feems the quarrel

Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful

On the oppofer.

Duke. Therefore we marvel much our coufin France Would, in fo just a business, fhut his bofom Againft our borrowing prayers.

2 Lord. Good my Lord,

The reafons of our ftate I cannot yield,
But like a common and an outward man,
That the great figure of a council frames
By felf-unable notion; therefore dare not
Say what I think of it, fince I have found
Myfelf in my uncertain grounds to fail
As often as I guefs'd.

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 phyfic.

Duke. Welcome fhall they be :

And all the honours that can fly from us,

Shall on them fettle. You know your places well.

When

When better fail, for your avails they fell;
To-morrow, to the field.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Changes to Roufillon in France.

Enter. Countefs and Clown.

Count. It 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; afk queftions, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a song.

Count. Let me fee what he writes, and when he [Reads the letter.

means to come.

Clo. I have no mind to Ifbel, fince I was at court. Our old ling, and our Ifbels o' th' country, are nothing like your old ling, and your Ifbel's 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.

Countefs reads a letter.

[Exit.

I have fent you a daughter-in-law: he hath recovered the King, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and fworn to make the not eternal. You fhall 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 fon.

This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,
To fly the favours of fo good a King,
To pluck his indignation on thy head;
By the mifprifing of a maid, too virtuous
For the contempt of empire.

I

Bertram.

Re

Re-enter Clown.

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.

SCENE III. Enter Helena, and two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Save you, good Madam.

Hel. Madam, my Lord is

2 Gent. Do not say fo.

gone, for ever gone.

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 fon?

2 Gent. Madam, he's gone to ferve the Duke of Florence.

We met him thitherward, for thence we came;
And, after fome dispatch in hand at court,

Thither we bend again.

Hel. Look on this letter, Madam; here's my paffport.

When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never fhall come off; and fhew 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 Gent. 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 fon;
But I do wash his name out of my blood,

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