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of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut: the soul 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 againft evil,
Ber. Yes, I do know him well, and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
Ber. I shall obey his will.
[Giving a letter. 'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, to 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.
Heh And ever shall
To equal my great fortune.
Ber. Let that go :
Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon.
He!. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Ber. What would you have
indeed I would not tell you what I would, my Lord-'faith, yes;Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
Ber. I pray you, stay not; but in hafte to horse.
Ber. Go thou tow'rd home, where I will never come, Whilft I can fhake my sword, or hear the drum : Away, and for our flight. Par. Bravely, couragio!
(26) Hel. I shall not break your bidding, good my Lord;
Where are my other men ? Monsieur, farewel.
Ber. Go thou toward bome, where I will never come,] What other men is Helen here enquiring after? or who is the suppos'd to ask for them? The old Countess, ’tis certain, did not send ber to the court without some attendants: but neither the Clown, nor any of her retinue, are now upon the stage: I have not disturbid the text, tho', I suspect, the lines should be thus plac'd, and pointed. Ber. Where are my stber men, Monsieur ?- (To Par.) Farewel:
[To Hel. who goes out. Go thou towards honie, where I &c. Bertram, observing Heler, to linger fondly, and wanting to shift her off, puts on a Mew of haste, aks Parolles for his servants, and then gives his wife an abrupt dismission,
Flurille. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords,
1 Lord. Holy seems the quarrel
Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
2 Lord. Good my Lord,
Duke. Be it his pleasure.
2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our nation,
Duke. Welcome shall they be :
SCENE changes to Roufillon, in France.
Enter Counters, and Clown.
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 lcok upon his boot, and fing; mend his ruff, and fing; ask questions, and fing; pick his teeth, and sing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a fong.
Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Reads the Letter. Clo. I have no mind to lfoel, fince I was at court. Our old ling, and our ljbels o'th' 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 money, with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
Countess reads a Letter. I have sent you a daughter-in-law: the 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,
the contempt of empire.
Re-enter Clown. G!o. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within be. tween two soldiers and my young Lady.
Count. What is the matter?
Clo. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort; your fon will not be killd fa foon 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 fon was run away., .
Enter Helena and two Gentlemen.' i 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, Gentlemen, I've felt so many quirks of joy and grief, That the first face of neither, on the start, Can woman me unto't. Where is
fon? 2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the Duke of Florence. We met him thitherward, from thence we came; And after some dispatch in hand at court. Thither we bend again.
Hel. Look on his letter, Madain; here's my passport. When thou canst get the ring- upon my finger, which ne
ver shall come of; and jew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to, then call me husband :
but in Juch a then I write a never. This is a dreadful sentence. Count. Brought you this letter, Gentlemens
i Gen. Ay, Madam, and, for the contents fake, are sorry for our pains. A, RH 1...
Count. I pr’ythee, Lady, have a better cheer. ; v If thou engroßeft all the griefs as thine,