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Thou robb'ft me of a moiety: he was my son,
2 Gen. Ay, Madam.
2 Gen. 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 Gen. Ay, Madam, with the swiftest wing of speed,
Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter.
(Reading Count. Find
that there? Hel. Yes, Madam.
i Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, happ'ly, which his heart was not consenting to.
Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife? There's nothing here, that is too good for him, But only fhe; and she deserves a Lord, That twenty such rude boys might tend upon, 'And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?
i Gen. A fervant 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. (27) 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 see my son, to tell him, that his sword
(27) Indeed, gsod Lady, the fellow bas a deal of that too much, qubich bolds him much to bave.] This is somewhat obscure in the expreflion; but the meaning must be this, The fellow, indeed, has à deal too much vanity, lying, boasting ; but it holds him much to have such qualities; i. c. it stands him in great stead, is of great service to him, and what he cannot do without. For these were the arts that Parolles used to get into Bertram's favour; and when once they were discover’d, he was set a-drift, and undone.
can never win the honour that he loses : more ll intreat you written to bear along.
2 Gen. We serve you, Madam, in that and all your worthiest affairs.
Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
draw near? [Exeunt Count, and Gentlemen.
Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum
and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles."
Duke. Then go forth,
Ber. This very day,
SCENE changes to Roufillon in France.
Enter Countess and Steward:
Ambitious love hath fo in me offended,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended, Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
My deareft master, your dear fon, may hie; Bless hi at home
peace, whilft 1 from far His name with zealous fervour fan&tify.
His taken labours bid him me forgive ;
I, his despightful Juno, fent him forth
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth, He is too good and fair for death and me,
Whom I myself embrace, to fet him free.
Stew. Pardon, Madam,
Count. What angel fall
[Exeunti SCENE changes to a publick place in Florence.
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214. S. CE N E (28) Their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of luft, are not the things they go under ;] i, e. They are not in reality so true and fincere, as in appearance they seem to be. This will be hest explain'd by another passage in Hamlet, where Polonius is counselling his daughter.
A Tucket afar off
Mariana, with other citizens,
Wid. N4Xy, we shall lose all the fight
Dia. They say, the French Count has done most honourable service.
Wid. It is reported, that he has ta'en their greatest commander ; and that with his own hand he slew the Duke's brother. We have lost our labour, they are gone a contrary way: hark, you may know by their trumpets.
Mar. Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French Earl; the honour of a maid is her name, and no legacy is so rich as honesty.
Wid, I have told my neighbour, how you have been folliciced by a gentleman his companion.
Mar. I know that knave, (hang him !) one Parolles ; a filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the young Earl ; beware of them, Diana ; (28) their promises,
I do know,
In few, Ophelia,