SCENE, the Duke's Court in Florence. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French Lords, with Soldiers. S DUKE. that, from point to point, now have you heard The fundamental reasons of this war, Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth, And more thirfts after. 1 Lord. Holy feems the quarrel Upon your Grace's part; but black and fearful Duke. Therefore we marvel much, our coufin France Would, in fo just a business, shut his bofom Against our borrowing prayers. 2 Lord. Good my Lord, The reafons of our ftate I cannot yield, Duke. Be it his pleasure. 2 Lord. But I am fure, the younger of our nation, That furfeit on their ease, will day by day Come here for phyfick. Duke. Welcome fhall they be: And all the honours, that can fly from us, Shall on them fettle. You know your places well. When better fall, for your avails they fell; [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to Roufillon, in France. IT Enter Countefs, and Clown. Count. TT 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 obfervance, I pray you? Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and fing; mend his ruff, and fing; ask queftions, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a song. Count. Let me fee what he writes, and when he means to come. [Reads the letter. 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 Isbels o'th' court: the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves mony, with no ftomach. 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: he hath recovered the King, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and fivorn to make the not eternal. You shall hear, I am run away; know it, before the report come. If there be breadth enough in the world, I will hold a long diftance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate Son, This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, Bertram. Re-enter Re-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, fome comfort; your fon will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would. Count. Why should he be kill'd? Cle. So fay I, Madam, if he run away, as I hear he does; the danger is in ftanding 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. Enter Helena, and two Gentlemen. 1 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 fo many quirks of joy and grief, That the firft face of neither, on the start, Can woman me unto't. Where is my fon? 2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to ferve the Duke of Flo rence. We met him thitherward, for thence we came; 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 fhew 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 Gen. 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, VOL. III. C Thou Thou robb'ft me of a moiety: he was my fon, And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? 2 Gen. Ay, Madam. Count. And to be a foldier? 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 fwifteft wing of fpeed. Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter. [Reading. Count. Find you that there? Hel. Yes, Madam. 1 Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, happ'ly, which his heart was not confenting to. Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife? That twenty fuch rude boys might tend upon, Count. Parolles, was't not? 1 Gen. Ay, my good lady, he. Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness : My fon corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. 1 Gen. Indeed, good lady, the fellow has a deal of that too much, which holds him much to have. can Count. Y'are welcome, gentlemen; I will intreat you, when you fee my fon, to tell him, that his fword never win the honour that he loses; more I'll intreat you written to bear along. 2 Gen. We ferve you, Madam, in that and all your worthieft affairs. Count. Not fo, but as we change our courtefies. Will you draw near? [Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen. Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Thou Thou shalt have none, Roufillon, none in France; Of the none- That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou Fly with falfe aim; move the ftill-piercing air, Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Roufillon; [Exit. SCENE changes to the Duke's Court in Florence. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles. HE General of our Horfe thou art, and Duke. THE we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence |