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Would, in so just a business, shut his bosom
Good my lord,
Be it his pleasure.
Welcome shall they be;
Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.
Enter Countess and Clown. Count. It hath happened all as I would have had it, save, 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?
I cannot yield,) I cannot inform you of the reasons.
JOHNSON. an outward man,] i. e. one in the secret of affairs.
the younger of our nature,] i. e, as we say at present, our young fellows. VOL. III.
Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song
Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Opening a letter. Clo. I have no mind to Isbel, since I was at court; our old ling and our Isbels o’the country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o'the court: the brains of my Cupid's knocked out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
[Exit. Count. [Reads.] I have sent you a daughter-inlaw: she hath recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn 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 distance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate son,
This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,
- mend the ruff,) The tops of the boots, in our author's time, turned down, and hung loosely over the leg. The folding is what the Clown means by the ruff. Ben Jonson calls it ruffle; and perhaps it should be so here.
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 killed so soon as I thought he would.
Count. Why should he be killid?
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 son was run away. (Exit Clown.
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, gentle
men,I have 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, I pray
you? 2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of
Florence: We met him thitherward; from thence we came, And, after some despatch in hand at court, Thither we bend again. Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my pass
* Can woman me ) i. e. affect me suddenly and deeply, as my sex are usually affected.
[Reads.). When thou canst get the ring upon my
finger, which never shall come off, and show me
I write a never.
Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
Ay, madam; And, for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains.
Count. I pr’ythee, lady, have a better cheer; If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, 4 Thou robb'st me of a moiety: He was my son; But I do wash his name out of my blood, And thou art all my child.- Towards Florence is he?
2 Gen. Ay, madam. Count.
And to be a soldier? 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. [Reads.] Till I have no wife, I have no
thing in France. 'Tis bitter.
Count. Find you that there?
Ay, madam. i Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply,
which His heart was not consenting to.
Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
* When thou canst get the ring upon my finger,] i. e. When thou canst get the ring, which is on my finger, into thy possession.
* If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, &c.] This sentiment is elliptically expressed, If ihou keepest all thy sorrows to thyself, i. e. “ all the griefs that are thine," &c.
There's nothing here, that is too good for him,
i Gen. A servant only, and a gentleman
Parolles, was't not? 1 Gen. Ay, my good lady, he. Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wicked
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
Indeed, good lady,
Count. You are welcome, gentlemen,
We serve you, madam,
Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. 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 shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France, Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I That chase thee from thy country, and expose
5 a deal of that, too much,
Which holds him much to have.] That is, his vices stand him in stead.
6 Not so, &c.] The gentlemen declare that they are servants to the Countess; she replies,—No otherwise than as she returns the same offices of civility. Johnson.