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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 you that there? Hel. Yes, Madam.
i Ger. '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 fe ; 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, when you
see my son, to tell him, that his sword
(27) Indied, good Lady, the fellsz has a deal of that too much, wbich bolds him much to bave.] This is somewhat obscure in the exprefiion; but the meaning must be this, The fellow, indeed, bas à deal too much vanity, lying, boasting; but it holds him much to have such qualities ; i. e. 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-dris, and undone.
can never win the honour that he loses : more I'll in. treat you written to bear along.
2 Gen. We serve you, Madam, in that and all your worthieft affairs.
Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
draw near? [Exeunt Count, and Gentlemen.
SCENE changes to the Duke's Court in
Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum
and Trumpets, Soldier's, Parolles. Duke. HE general of our horse thou art, and we, Upon thy promiling, fortune.
Duke. Then go forth,
Ber. This very day,
SCENE changes to Roufillon in France.
Enter Countess and Steward:
L E T T E R.
Ambitious love hath so me offended,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended, Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
My deareft master, your dear son, may hie; Bless hi at home in peace, whilst I from far
His name with zealous fervour fan&tify.
His taken labours bid him me forgive;
I, his despightful Juno, fent him forth; From courtly friends, with camping foes to live;
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
Wide city, we shall lose all the fight.
S.C.EN E changes to a publick place in Florence.
A Tucket afar off: Enter an old widow of Florence, Diana, Violenta, and
Mariana, with other citizens,
, come For if they do approach the 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 flew 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 follicited 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,
(28) Their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lusi, 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.
I do know,
In few, Opbelia,