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Enter Helena and two Gentlemen.
1 Gen. Save you, good madam.
. 2 Gen. Do not say so. Count. Think upon patience.—'Pray you, gentle
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 despatch in hand at court, Thither we bend again. Hel. Look on his letter, madam; here's my pass
port. [Reads.] When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never shall come off, and show me à child begotten of thy body, that I am father to, then call me husband: but in such a then I write
a never. This is a dreadful sentence.
Count. Brought you this letter, gentlemen? 1 Gen.
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.
thither? I Gen. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. Hel. [Reads.] 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing
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! There's nothing here, that is too good for him, But only she; and she deserves a lord, That twenty such rude boys might tend upon, And call her hourly, mistress. Who was with him?
1 Gen. A servant only, and a gentleman Which I have some time known. Count.
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;
I will entreat you, when you see my son,
We serve you, madam,
Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
[Ereunt Countess and Gentlemen.
Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
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. [Exeunt.
ROUSILLON. A ROOM IN THE COUNTESS'S PALACE.
Enter Countess and Steward. Count. Alas! and would you take the letter of
her? Might you not know, she would do as she has done, By sending me a letter? Read it again.
Stew. I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone;
Ambitious love hath so in me offended, That bare-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: His taken labours bid him me forgive;
1, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth From courtly friends, with camping foes to live,
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth:
Pardon me, madam: