Strangers and foes do funder, and not kifs. 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?-farewell. 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 I. The Duke's court in Florence. [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords, Duke. with foldiers. So that, from point to point, now have you The fundamental reafons of this war, Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth, 1 Lord. Holy feems the quarrel Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful On the oppofer. [heard Duke. Therefore we marvel much our coufin France Would, in fo just a business, shut his bofom Againft our borrowing prayers. 2 Lord. Good my Lord, The reasons of our flate I cannot yield, 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. VOL. III. D When When better fall, for your avails they fell; [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; ask questions, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing. I knew a man that had this trick of melan choly, fold a goodly manor for a fong. Count. Let me fee what he writes, and when he means [Reads the letter. 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? Countess 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 shall bear 1 am run away; know it before the report come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long diflance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate fon, This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, 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 should he be kill'd? Clo. So fay 1, 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 so. gone, for ever gone.— Count. Think upon patience: 'pray you, Gentlemen, I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief, That the firft face of neither, on the start, 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; 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 fball come off; and flew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to, then call me hufband: 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. And And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? 2 Gent. Ay, Madam. Count. And to be a foldier? 2 Gent. Such is his noble purpose; and, believe't, The Duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims. Count. Return you thither? 1 Gent. Ay, Madam, with the fwifteft wing of speed. Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. "Tis bitter. Count. Find you that there? Hel. Yes, Madam. [Reading. I Gent. 'Tis but the'boldness of his hand, haply, which his heart was not confenting to. Count. Nothing in France until he have no wife? That twenty fuch rude boys might tend upon, And call her hourly Mistress. Who was with him? Count. Parolles, was't not? 1 Gent. Ay, my good Lady, he. Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickednefs: My fon corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. 1 Gent. Indeed, good Lady, the fellow has a deal of that too much, which holds him much to have. Count. Y'are welcome, Gentlemen; I will intreat you, when you fee my fon, to tell him, that his fword can never win the honour that he lofes: more I'll intreat ten to bear along. you writ 1 Gent. We ferve you, Madam, in that and all your worthieft affairs. Count. Not fo, but as we change our courtefies. Will you draw near? [Exeunt Countefs and Gent. SCENE IV. Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. That That chafe thee from thy country, and expose Of the none-fparing war? and is it I That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Roufillon; As oft it lofes all. I will be gone: My being here it is that holds thee hence. To confolate thine ear. Come, night! end, day! SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's court in Florence. [Exit. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles. Duke. The General of our Horfe thou art, and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence Upon thy promifing fortune. Ber. Sir, it is A charge too heavy for my ftrength; but yet Duke. Then go forth, |