Imatges de pàgina

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,

Par. An idle Lord, I swear.-
Ber. I think so.
Par. Why, do you not know him?

Ber. Yes, I do know him well, and common speech Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.

Enter Helena.
Hel. I have, Sir, as I was commanded from you,
Spoke with the King, and have procur'd his leave
For present parting; only, he desires
Some private speech with you.

Ber. I shall obey his will.
You muft not marvel, Helen, at my course,
Which holds not colour with the time; nor does
The miniftration and required office
On my particular. Prepar'd I was not
For such a business ; therefore am I found
So much unsettled: this drives me to intreat you,
That presently you take your way for home,
And rather muse, than ask, why I intreat you;
For my respects are better than they feem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than shews itself at the first view,
To you that know them not. This to my mother.

[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
With true observance seek to eke out that,
Wherein tow'rd me my homely stars have fail'd


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To equal my great fortune.

Ber. Let that go :
My hatte is very great. Farewel; hie home.

Hel. Pray, Sir, your pardon.
Ber. Well, what would you say ?

He!. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Nor dare I say, 'tis mine, and yet it is;
But, like a tim'rous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.

Ber. What would you have
Hel. Something, and scarce so much-nothing,

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.
Hel. (26) Í Íhall not break your bidding, good my

Lord :
Where are my other men Monsieur, farewel. [Exit.

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,


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Flurille. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords,

with soldiers.

that, from point to point, now have


The fundamental reasons of this war,
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth,
And more thirfts after.

1 Lord. Holy seems the quarrel
Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful
On the opposer.

Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our cousin France
Would, in so just a business, fhut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers.

2 Lord. Good my Lord,
The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
But like a common and an outward man,
That the great figure of a council frames
By self-unabled motion; therefore dare not
Say what I think of it, since I have found
My felf in my incertain grounds to fail
As often as I guest.

Duke. Be it his pleasure.

2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our nation,
That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
Come here for physick.

Duke. Welcome shall they be :
And all the honours, that can fly from us,
Shall on them settle. You know your places well.
When better fall, for your avails they fell 3
To-morrow, to the field.




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SCENE changes to Roufillon, in France.

Enter Counters, and Clown.
T hath-happen'd, all as I would have had it;



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?
Che. E'en that you have there.


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,
To fly the favours of so good a king,
To pluck his indignation on thy head;
By the misprizing of a maid, too virtuous

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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,


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