I have Count. [Reads.] I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath recovered the king, and undone me. 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, This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, Re-enter Clown. BERTRAM. 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 killed? 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. 1 Gent. Save you, good madam. Hel. Madam, my lord is gone, forever 2 Gent. Do not say so. gone. Count. Think upon patience.-'Pray you, gentle men, I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief, Can woman me unto't.-Where is my son, I pray you? 2 Gent. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence. We met him thitherward; from thence we came, Thither we bend again. Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport. [Reads.] When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which never shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body, that I am father to, then call me husband; but in such a then I write a never. This is a dreadful sentence ! Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen? 1 Gent. If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,' And thou art all my child.-Towards Florence is he? 2 Gent. Ay, madam. Count. And to be a soldier? 2 Gent. Such is his noble purpose; and, believe't, The duke will lay upon him all the honor That good convenience claims. Count. Return you thither? 1 Gent. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. Hel. [Reads.] Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter! Count. Find you that there? Hel. Ay, madam. 1 Gent. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which His heart was not consenting to. Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife! There's nothing here that is too good for him, But only she; and she deserves a lord 1 An elliptical expression for "all the griefs that are thine." That twenty such rude boys might tend upon, Count. 1 Gent. Ay, my good lady, he. Parolles, was't not? Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness. My son corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. 1 Gent. Indeed, good lady, The fellow has a deal of that, too much, Count. You are welcome, gentlemen. The honor that he loses. More I'll entreat you 2 Gent. We serve you, madam, In that and all your worthiest affairs. Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. Will you draw near? [Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen. Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France; Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I Of the none-sparing war? And is it I That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou 1 This passage as it stands is very obscure; something appears to be omitted after much. Warburton interprets it, "That his vices stand him in stead of virtues." 2 The countess answers-no otherwise than as she returns the same offices of civility. Whoever shoots at him, I set him there; With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon, As oft it loses all.2 I will be gone: My being here it is that holds thee hence. To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day! [Exit. SCENE III. Florence. Before the Duke's Palace Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, BERTRAM, Lords, Officers, Soldiers, and others. Duke. The general of our horse thou art; and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence Upon thy promising fortune. Ber. Sir, it is A charge too heavy for my strength; but yet Duke. Then go thou forth; And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm, As thy auspicious mistress! 1 That is, the ravenous or ravening lion. 2 The sense is, "From that place, where all the advantages that honor usually reaps from the danger it rushes upon, is only a scar in testimony of its bravery, as, on the other hand, it often is the cause of losing all, even life itself." This very day, Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: Make me but like my thoughts; and I shall prove [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace. Enter Countess and Steward. Count. Alas! and would you take the letter of her? Stew. I am Saint Jaques'1 pilgrim, thither gone; That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon, I, his despiteful Juno,2 sent him forth Count. Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words! 3 Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much, As letting her pass so; had I spoke with her, 1 At Orleans was a church dedicated to St. Jaques, to which pilgrims formerly used to resort, to adore a part of the cross pretended to be found there. See Heylin's France Painted to the Life, 1656, p. 270–6. 2 Alluding to the story of Hercules. 3 i. e. discretion or thought. |