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Enter Helena. Hel. I have, sir, 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: prepar'd I was not For such a business; therefore am I found So much unsettled: This drives me to entreat 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 shows 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 your
Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient servant.
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
And ever shall
Hel. Pray, sir, your pardon.
Let that go:
Well, what would you say? 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. Ber. Where are my other men, monsieur?-Farewel.
[Exit Helena, Go thou toward home; where I will never come, Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum:Away, and for our flight. Par.
[E.reunt. ACT III. SCENE I.
A ROOM IN THE DUKE'S PALACE.
Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, attended;
two French Lords, and Others. Duke. So that, from point to point, now have
The fundamental reason of this war;
Holy seems the quarrel
Good my lord,
my uncertain grounds to fail
Be it his pleasure. 2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our nature, That surfeit on their ease, will, day by day, Come here for physick.
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. [Flourish. Exeunt,
ROUSILLON. A ROOM IN THE COUNTESS'S PALACE.
Enter Countess and Cloun. 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 lings and our Isbels o’the country are nothing like your old ling and your
Isbels o'the court: the brains of my Cupid's knock'd 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,
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 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. [Exit Clown.