Would, in so just a business, shut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers.

2 Lord. Good my lord,

The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
But like a common and an outward man,
That the great figure of a council frames
By self-unable motion: therefore dare not
Say what I think of it; since I have found
Myself in my incertain grounds to fail
As often as I guest.

Duke. Be it his pleasure.

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2 Lord. But I am sure, the younger of our nature. That surfeit on their ease, will, day by day

Come here for physick.

Duke. 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.

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SCENE II.

Rousillon, in France. Enter Countess, and Clown.

Count. It hath happened all as I would have had it; save that he comes not along with her.

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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 knew 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. [Reads the 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 brain 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?

Clo. E'en that you have there.

Countess reads a Letter.

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[Exit.

I have sent you a daughter-in-law: 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,
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.

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BERTRAM.

Re-enter

Re-enter Clown.

Clo. O madam, yonder is heavy news within, between two soldiers and my young lady.

Count. What is the matter?

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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.

Enter HELENA, and two Gentlemen.

1 Gen. Save you, good madam.

Hel. Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone. 2 Gen. Do not say so

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Count. Think upon patience.Pray you, gentle

men

I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief,
That the first face of neither, on the start,
Can woman me unto't. Where is my son, I pray
you?od balbidan b fet,low to:

2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence. aon ngit :i eid.

We met him thitherward; for thence we came,
And, after some dispatch-in hand at court,"
Thither we bend again.

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Hel.

Hel. Look on this letter, madam, here's my passpórt.

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When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which never shall come off; and shew me a child begotten of

thy body that I am father to, then call me husband: but in such a Then I write a Never!

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This is a dreadful sentence. J 2003 97
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 as thine, no fo* 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, madame of aloin mid

2 Gen. Such is his noble purpose and, believe't, The Duke will lay upon him all the honours 100 That good convenience claims. !ot indi-pon

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Count. Return you thither?'s wɔd enthal 1 Gent. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wings of speed..

Hel. 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France ! 'Tis bitter. 621

Count. Find you that there?
Hel. Ay, madam.

1 Gen. 'Tis but the

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SCENE III.

The Duke's Court in Florence. Flourish, Enter the Duke of Florence, BERTRAM, Drum and Trumpets, Soldiers, PAROLLES.

Duke. The general of our horse thou art; and we, Great in our hope,- lay our best love and credence Upon thy promising fortune..

A charge too heavy for my strength; but yet
We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake,
To the extreme edge of hazard.

Duke. Then go forth,

And Fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
As thy auspicious mistress our Entomo

Ber. This very day, molila je 179 1 4
Great Mars, Input myself into thy file
Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall

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prove

A lover of thy drung hater of love.lir dere! [Exeunt. .cond sad: L.of fun peits

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.

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LETTER.