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Let that go :
Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
Hel. Pray, sir, your pardon.
Well, what would you say?
What would you have ?
' Hel. Something; and scarce so much: — nothing,
indeed. I would not tell you what I would: my lord — faith,
Ber. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
Bravely, coragio! (Exeunt.
Florence. A Room in the Duke's
Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, attended; two
French Lords, and others.
Duke. So that, from point to point, now have you
heard The fundamental reasons of this war;
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth,
Holy seems the quarrel
Druke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
Good my lord,
Be it his pleasure.
Welcome shall they be;
Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.
Enter Countess and Clown.
Count. It hath happened all as I would have had it, save, that he comes not along with her. I cannot yield,] I cannot inform you of the reasons.
JOHNSON. an outward man,] i. e. one not in the secret of affairs. the younger of our nature,] i. e, as we say at present, our
Clo. By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man.
Count. By what observance, I pray you ?
Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing ; mend the ruff!, and sing; 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.
[Opening a letter, 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 brains of my Cupid's knocked out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
Count. [reads.] I have sent you a daughter-in-law : she hath recovered the king, and undone me. I have 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,
mend the ruff] The tops of the boots, in our author's time, turned down, and hung loosely over the leg. The folding is what the clown means by the ruff. Ben Jonson calls it ruffle ; and perhaps it should be so here.
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 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 Flo
We met him thitherward; from thence we came,
Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport. [Reads.] When thou canst get the ring upon my fingers,
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, genlemen ? 1 Gen.
Ay, madam; And, for the contents' sake, are sorry
for our pains.
2 Can woman me — ) i. e. affect me suddenly and deeply, as my sex are usually affected.
3 When thou canst get the ring upon my finger,] i. e. when thou canst get the ring, which is on my finger, into thy possession.
Count. I pr’ythee, lady, have a better cheer; If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine“, Thou robb’st me of a moiety: He was my son; But I do wash his name out of my blood, And thou art all my child. - Towards Florence is he?
2 Gen. Ay, madam.
And to be a soldier ?
Return you thither? 1 Gen. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. Hel. (reads.] Till I have no wife, I have nothing in
Ay, madam. 1 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 !
1 Gen. A servant only, and a gentleman
Parolles, was't not? 1 Gen. Ay, my good lady, he.
Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of 'wickedness. My son corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. 1 Gen.
Indeed, good lady, The fellow has a deal of that, too much, Which holds him much to have. 5
4 If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, &c.] This sentiment is elliptically expressed. If thou keepest all thy sorrows to thyself, i.e. “ all the griefs that are thine,” &c.
a deal of that, too much, Which holds him much to have.) That is, his vices stand him in stead.