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Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing ; 'mend the ruff, and fing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song.
Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, since I was at court : our old ling and our Isbels o'the country, are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o'the court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, 6 with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
Countess reads a letter. I have sent you a daughter-in-law : me hath recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the not eternal. You shall bear, 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,
Re-enter Clown. Clo. O madam, yonder is heavy news within, between two soldiers and my young lady.
Count. What is the matter?
f mend the ruff]-adjust his cravat. 8 with no fumach.] to enjoy it.
fort; your fon will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would.
Count. Why should he be kill'd ?
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.
Enter Helena, and two gentlemen. 1 Gen. Save you, good madam. Hel. Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone. 2 Gen. Do not say so. Count. Think upon patience. -'Pray you, gentle,
men, I have felt so many quirks of joy, and grief, That the first face of neither, on the start, Can woman me unto't :-Where is my son, I pray you?
2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence: We met him thitherward; for thence we came, And, after some dispatch in hand at court, Thither we bend again.
Hel. Look on this letter, madam ; here's my passport. When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never
jhall come off, and New me a child begotten of thy body, that I am father to, then call me busband : but in such
a Then I write a Never. This is a dreadful sentence.
Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen ?
i Gen. Ay, madam; And, for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains.
Count. I pr’ythee, lady, have a better cheer ;
h. Can woman me unto'r: 1-Produce in me such sudden emotions, as are usual in our sex. "VOL. II.
If thou engroffest all the griefs' as thine,
2 Gen. Ay, madam.
Count. Return you thither ? i Gen. Ay, madam, with the swifteft wing of speed.
Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter. - Count. Find you that there?
Hel. Ay, madam.
į Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which His heart was not consenting to.
Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife !
i Gen. A servant only, and a gentleman Which I have some time known.
Count. Parolles, was't not?
Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness :
i Gen. Indeed, good lady, The fellow has a deal * of that, too much, . i are.
k of that, too much, which holds him much to have.]_Of that villainy, which stands him in good stead of that ignorance, which judges him to have much in him.
Which holds him much to have.
Count. You are welcome, gentlemen.
2 Gen. We serve you, madam,
Count. 'Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
Hel. 'Till I bave no wife, I have nothing in France.
Not fo, but as we change our courtefies. ]-No further than our mu. tual civilities may extend. . * ftill-piecing]-closing after seperation.
Were mine at once: No, come thou home, Rousillon;
s C É N E III.
The Duke's Court in Florence,
trumpets, foldier's, &c.
Ber. Sir, it is
Duke. Then go forth;
Ber. This very day,
* Whence, &c.] From the wars, that abode of danger, where the fairest trophy of honour is a scar, it's frequent fortune, death.