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SCENE, the Duke's Court in Florence, Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, two French
Lords, with Soldiers.
DU K E.
The fundamental reasons of this war,
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth, And more thirsts after.
i 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
2 Lord. Good my Lord,
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:
SCENE changes to Rousillon, in France.
Enter Counters, and Clown. Count. TT 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 look upon his boot, and sing; 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 song.
Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Reads the letter. Cle. I have no mind to Isbel, since 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 stomach.
Count. What have we here?
(Exit. Countess reads a letter. I have sent you a daughter-in-law : she hath recovered the King, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded ber; and frivorn 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 diftance. My duty to you.
Your unfortunate Son,
for ever gone.
Re-enter Clown. Clo. O Madam, yonder is heavy news within between two soldiers and my young lady.
Count. What is the matter?
Clo. Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort ; your son will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would.
Count. Why should he be killd ?
Cle. 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 son was run away.
Enter Helena, and two Gentlemen.
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 my son ?
2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the Duke of FloWe met him thitherward, for thence we came; And, after some dispatch in hand at court, · Thither wę bend again.
Hel. Look on this letter, Madam ; here's my passport. When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which ne
ver fall come off; and Jhew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to, then call me husband:
but in such a Then I write a Never. This is a dreadful sentence.
Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen ?
i Gen. Ay, Madam, and, for the contents' fake, are forry for our pains.
Count. I prythee, lady, have a better cheer.
Thou robb'st me of a moiety : he was my son,
2 Gen. Ay, Madam.
2 Gen. Such is his noble purpose; and, believe't,
thither.? 1 Gen. Ay, Madam, with the swifteft 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 she; and the deserves a lord, That twenty such rude boys might tend upon, And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?
1 Gen. A servant only, and a gentleman Which I have fome time known.
Count. Parolles, was't not?
Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness :
i Gen. 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 fon, to tell him, that his sword can never win the honour that he loses : more I'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 Countess and Gentlemen. Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. Nothing in France, until he has no wife!
Thou shalt have none, Roufillon, none in France ;
SCENE changes to the Duke's Court in Florence. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum
and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles. Duke. THE
HE General of our Horse thou art, and Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence Upon thy promising fortune.