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Enter Helena.

Hel. I have, fir, 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 must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
The ministration and required office
On my particular: prepared 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 entreat you:
For my respects are better than they seem;
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 ; so 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.

Hel. And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out that,
Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
To equal my great fortune.

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

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

2 mufe,]-admire in silence.


Hel. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;
Nor dare I say, 'tis mine; and yet it is;
But, like a timorous 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 haste to horse.
Hel. I shall not · break your bidding, good my lord.

[Exit Helena.
Ber. Where are my other men, monsieur ? -Farewel.
Go thou toward home; where I will never come,
Whilft I can shake my sword, or hear the drum:-
Away, and for our flight.
Par. Bravely, coragio!





The Duke's Court in Florence.

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

with Soldiers.

Duke. So that, from point to point, now have you heard 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; black and fearful On the opposer. * break your bidding,]-disobey you.


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 felf-unable notion: therefore dare not
Say what I think of it; since I have found
Myself in my uncertain grounds to fail
As often as I guess'd.

Duke. Be it his pleasure.
2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger

nature, 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 :
To-morrow to the field.


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Roufillon, in France.

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?
an outward man, ]-one out of the secret.

By felf-unable notion :]-according to his own simple conceptionmotion.

nature,]-people, our youth. they fell :]-they may be said to have fallen.



Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and fing; '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.

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 brain of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, 5 with no stomach.

Count. What have we here?
Clo. E'en that you have there.


. Countess reads a letter. I have sent you a daughter-in-law : the bath recovered tbe king, and undone me. I have wedded ber, not bedded ber; and sworn to make the not eternál. You shall bear, I am run away; know it, before the report come. If there be breadtb enough in the world, I will bold a long distance. My duty to you. Your unfortunate fon,

BERTRAM. This is not well, rash and unbridled boy, To fy the favours of so good a king; To pluck his indignation on thy head, By the misprizing of a maid too virtuous For the contempt of empire.

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 com-

E mend the ruff,)--adjust his cravat. 6 with no ftomach.]-to enjoy it.


fort; your son will not be kill'd so soon 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 son 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, 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; 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 passport. When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never mall come off, and Mew me a child begotten of thy body, that I am father to, then call me busband : but in such

a Then I write a Never. This is a dreadful fentence.

Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen ?

i Gen. Ay, madam ; And, for the contents' sake, are sorry for our pains.

Count. I prythee, lady, have a better cheer ;

$ Can woman me unto'o:)Produce in me fuch fudden emotions, as are usual in our sex. VOL. II.



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