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Come here for physick.

Duke. Welcome shall they be :
And all the honours, that can Ay from us,
Shall on them settle. You know your places well.
When better fall, for your avails they fell;
To-morrow, to the field.



Changes to Rousillon, in France.

Enter Countess, and Clown. Count. IT hath happen'd, 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 obfervance, I pray you u ?

Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing ; mend his ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing. I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a song.

Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.

[Reads the letter. Clo. I have no mind to Ibel, since I was at court. Our old ling, and our Isbels o'th'country, are nothing like your old ling, and your Ibels o'th'court: the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin to love, as an old man loves mony, 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 : she hath recovered the King, and undone me. 1 bave wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the not eternal. You mall bear, I am run away; know it, before the report come. VOL. III. Z


If there be breadth enough in the world, I will bold a long distance. My duty to you.

Your unfortunate Son,


This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,
To fly 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, fome comfort; your son will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would.

Count. Why should he be kill'd ?

Cla. So say I, Madam, if he run away, as I hear he does ; the danger is in ftanding 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.

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1 Gen. Save you, good Madam. Hel. Madam, my Lord is gone, for ever gone. 2 Gen. Do not say fo.

Count. Think upon patience -'Pray you, gentlemen, I've felt so many quirks of joy and grief, That the first face of neither, on the start, Cap woman me unto't. Where is my fon?

2 Gex.

2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the Duke of

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. 8 When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which

never shall come off ; and few me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to, then call me buf

band: 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' fake, are sorry for our pains.

Count. I pr’ythee, lady, have a better cheer.
If thou engrosseft all the griefs as thine,
Thou robb'ft 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 ? i Gen. Ay, Madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. Hel

. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France. 'Tis bitter.

[Reading Count. Find you that there?

8 When thou can's get the ring, to, W'hen thou canst get the ring upon my finger,] i. e. When thou from my finger. WARBURTON. canst get the ring, which is on

I think Dr. Warburton's exmy finger, into thy poffeffion. planation fufficient, but I once The Oxford Editor, who took it read it thus, When thou can't get the other way, to signify, when the ring upon thy finger, which thou canst get it on upon my

never shall come off mine. fnger, very fagaciously alters it


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Hel. Yes, Madam.

1 Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his heart was not confenting to.

Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife? There's nothing here, that is too good for him, But only she; and the deferves 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 wickedness:
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
With his inducement.

1 Gen. Indeed, good lady, the fellow has a deal of that too much, which holds him much to have. »

Count. Y'are welcome, gentlemen ; I will intreat you, when you see my son, to tell him, that his sword can never win the honour that he loses : more I'll intreat you written to bear along.

2 Gen. We serve you, Madam, in that and all your worthiest affairs. 1

Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. Will you draw near ? [Exeunt Countess and Gentlemer.

9 ma deal of tbat too much, That they take place, while vita which holds bim much to bave.] tue's jterly bonies That is, his vices stand him in Look bleak in the cold windstead. Helen had before deliver'd But the Oxford Editor reads, this thought in all the beauty of Which 'hoves him not much to expreffion.


WARBURTOX. - I know bim a notorious lyar ; · The gentlemen declare that Think bim a great way fool, fole- they are servants to the Countes, ly a coward;

the replies, No otherwise than as Yet ikoje fast evil at fo fu iw him, the returns the fame offices of





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 haft thou all again. Poor lord ! is't I That chase thee from thy country, and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the none-sparing war ? and is it I, That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou Waft shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark Of smoaky muskets ? O you leaden messengers, That ride upon the violent speed of fire, Fly with falle aim ; move the still-piercing air, That sings with piercing, do not touch my lord : Whoever fhoots at him, I fet him there. Whoever charges on his forward breast, I am the caitiff, that do hold him to it; And tho’I kill him not, I am the cause His death was so effected. Better 'twere, I met the rav’ning lion when he roar'd With sharp constraint of hunger : better 'twere, That all the miseries, which nature owes, Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Roufillon; Whence honour but of danger wins a fear; As oft it loses all. I will be gone: My being here it is, that holds thee hence. Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although The air of paradise did fan the house, And angels offic'd all; I will be gone; That pitiful rumour may report my flight,

move the still-piercing

pierce the still-moving air, air,

That lings with piercing," That fings with piercing,

-] i.e. pierce the air, which is in The words are here odly shufiled perpetual motion, and suffers no into nonsense. We thould read, injury by piercing.


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