Strangers and foes do funder, and not kiss. Ber. Where are my other men, Monfieur?-farewell. Par. Bravely, Couragio! АСТ III. [Exeunt. SCENE Ι. The Duke's court in Florence. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords, with foldiers. Duke. So O that, from point to point, now have you The fundamental reasons of this war, Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth, I Lord. Holy feems the quarrel Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful On the oppofer. [heard Duke. Therefore we marvel much our coufin France 2 Lord. Good my Lord, Duke. Be it his pleafure. 2 Lord. But I am fure the younger of our nation, That furfeit on their ease, will day by day Come here for phyfic. Duke. Welcome shall they be: And all the honours that can fly from us, Shall on them fettle. You know your places well. D When When better fall, for your avails they fell; [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to Roufillon in France. Enter Countess and Clown. Count. It hath happen'd, all as I would have had it; fave that he comes not along with her. 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 fing; mend his ruff, and fing; ask questions, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a fong. Count. Let me fee what he writes, and when he means [Reads the letter. to come. Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, fince I was at court. Our old ling, and our Isbels o' th' country, are nothing like your old ling, and your Isbel's 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? Clo. E'en that you have there. Countess reads a letter. [Exit. I have fent 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 1 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, Bertram. This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, ReRe-enter Clown. Clo. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within, between two foldiers and my young lady. Count. What is the matter? Clo. Nay, there is fome comfort in the news, some comfort; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would. Count. Why should he be kill'd? Clo. So fay I, Madam, if he run away, as I hear he does; the danger is in standing to't; that's the lofs 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. SCENE III. Enter Helena, and two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Save you, good Madam. Hel. Madam, my Lord is gone, for ever gone. 2 Gent. Do not say fo. Count. Think upon patience: 'pray you, Gentlemen, I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief, Can woman me unto't. Where is my fon? 2 Gent. Madam, he's gone to serve the Duke of Florence. We met him thitherward, for thence we came; And, after some dispatch in hand at court, Thither we bend again. Hel. Look on this letter, Madam; here's my pafsport. When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never fhall come off; and flew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to, then call me husband: but in fuch a then I write a never. This is a dreadful fentence. Count. Brought you this letter, Gentlemen? 1 Gent. Ay, Madam; and for the contents' fake, are forry for our pains. Count. I pr'ythee, Lady, have a better cheer. If thou engroffeft all the griefs as thine, But I do wash his name out of my blood, And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? 2 Gent. Ay, Madam. Count. And to be a foldier? 2 Gent. Such is his noble purpose; and, believe't, The Duke will lay upon him all the honour Count. Return you thither? 1 Gent. Ay, Madam, with the swifteft wing of speed. Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter. Count. Find you that there? Hel. Yes, Madam. [Reading. 1 Gent. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his heart was not confenting to. Count. Nothing in France until he have no wife? There's nothing here that is too good for him, Which I have fometime known. Count. Parolles, was't not? 1 Gent. Ay, my good Lady, he. Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness: My fon corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. I Gent. 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 fee my fon, to tell him, that his sword can never win the honour that he loses: more I'll intreat you written to bear along. 1 Gent. We ferve you, Madam, in that and all your worthiest affairs. Count. Not fo, but as we change our courtefies. [Exeunt Countess and Gent. Will you draw near? SCENE IV. Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. That i That chafe thee from thy country, and expose Of the none-sparing war? and is it I SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's court in Florence. [Exit. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum and Duke. The General of our Horse thou art, and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence Ber. Sir, it is A charge too heavy for my strength; but yet We'll ftrive to bear it for your worthy fake, To th' extreme edge of hazard. Duke. Then go forth, D 3 And 1 |