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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.

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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
On my particular. Prepar'd I was not
For such a business; therefore am I found
So much unsettled: this drives me to intreat you,
That presently you take your way for home,
And rather muse, than ask, why I intreat you ;
For my respects are better than they seem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than thews itself at the first view,
To you that know them not. This to my mother.

[Giving a letter,
'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
I leave you to your wisdom.

Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,
But that I am your most obedient servant.

Ber. Come, come, no more of that.

Hel. And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out That,
Wherein tow'rd me my homely stars 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 say, 'cis mine, and yet it is ;
But, like a tim'rous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch minc own.

Ber. What would you have?
Hel. Something, and scarce so much-nothing,


I would not tell you what I would, my Lord 'faith,
Strangers and foes do funder, and not kiss.

Ber. I pray you, stay not : but in hafte to horse.
Hel. I fhall not break your bidding, good my

(Exit Helena. Ber. Where are my other men, Monsieur !----farewel.

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Go thou tow'rd home, where I will never

Whilft I can shake my sword, or hear the drum :
Away, and for our Aight.
Par. Bravely, Couragio!


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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

The this
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth,
And more thirsts after.

i Lord. Holy seems the quarrel
Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful
On the opposer.

Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
Would, in so just a business, shut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers.

2 Lord. Good my Lord,
The reasons of our state 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, since I have found
Myself in my incertain grounds to fail
As often as I guest,
Duke. Be it his pleasure.

an outward man, ] . e. one not in the secret of affairs. By felf. unable MOTION;] We should read NOTION.

2 Lord,


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:
And all the honours, that can fly from us,
Shall on them fettle. You know your places well.
When better fall, for your avails they fell ;
To-morrow, to the field,


Changes to Rousillon, in France.

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?.
Clo. E'en That you have there.

Countess reads a letter, I have sent you a daughter-in-law: the bath recovered the King, and undone . I have wedded her,

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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.

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Anter 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 so many quirks of joy and grief,
That che first face of neither, on the start,
Can woman me unto't. Where is my fon?

2 Gent,

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