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my sword, or hear the drum:
ACT THE THIRD.
Florence. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
On the opposer.
Flourish. Enter the Duke of FLORENCE, attended ;
two French Lords, and others. 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 mpre
Holy seems the quarrel
Good my lord,
Be it his pleasure.
2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our' na
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?
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, stomach.
Count. What have we here?
? The folding at the top of the boot.
Count. [Reads.] I have sent you a daughter-inlaw: she hath recovered the
king, and undone me. I
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 killed 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. Here they come, will tell you more : for my part, I only hear, your son was run away.
Enter HELENA and two Gentlemen.
2 Gent. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of
Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen ?
Count. I pr'ythee, lady, have a better cheer;
And to be a soldier ?
Return you thither?
that there? Hel.
Ay, madam. 1 Gent. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply,
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,
.1 Gent. A servant only, and a gentleman
Parolles, was't not? 1. Gent. Ay, my good lady, he.
Count. A very tainted fellow, and full of wicked-
Indeed, good lady,
Count. You are welcome, gentlemen,
We serve you, madam,
Count. Not so, but as we change 3 our courtesies.
[Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen.
Poor lord! is't I