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[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,* 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?
which His heart was not consenting to. : Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
3 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.
4 If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, &c.] This sentiment is elliptically expressed, If thou keepest all thy sorrows to thyself, i. e.*“ all the griefs that are thine," &c.
that if thelliptically experiefs that
There's nothing here, that is too good for him,
1 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.
ness. My son corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. 1 Gen.
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
hat chase thee f again. Poor' bone in Fra
- 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.
Those tender limbs of thine to the event
7 move the still-piecing air,
That sings with piercing,] Warburton says the words are here oddly shuffled into nonsense; but the commentators have not succeeded in making sense of them.
8 the ravin lion --] i. e. the ravenous or ravening lion. To ravin is to swallow voraciously.
9 Whence honour but of danger, &c.] The sense is, from that abode, where all the advantages that honour usually reaps from the danger it rushes upon, is only a scar in testimony of its bravery, as, on the other hand, it often is the cause of losing all, even life it, self. HEATII.
SCENE III. Florence. Before the Duke's Palace. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, BERTRAM,
Lords, Officers, Soldiers, and others.
Sir, it is
Then go thou forth;
This very day, Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: Make me but like my thoughts; and I shall prove A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
Enter Countess and Steward.
her? Might you not know, she would do as she has done, By sending me a letter? Read it again..
Stew. I am St. Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone;
Ambitious love hath so in me offended, That lare-foot plod I the cold ground upon,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
Write, write, that, from the bloody course of war,
My dearest master, your dear son may hie; Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far,
His name with zealous fervour sanctify:
I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth:
Count. Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest
Pardon me, madam:
What angel shall Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive, Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear, And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath Of greatest justice.—Write, write, Rinaldo, To this unworthy husband of his wife; Let every word weigh heavy of her worth, That he does weigh too light:? my greatest grief, Though little he do feel it, set down sharply. Despatch the most convenient messenger:When, haply, he shall hear that she is gone, He will return; and hope I may, that she,
9- Juno,] Alluding to the story of Hercules.
? That he does weigh too light:] To weigh here means to value or esteem.