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_ ACT III. SCENE II.
Rousillon. The COUNT'S palace.
[Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN.]
COUNTESS.
It hath happen'd all as I would have had it,
save that he comes not along with her.
CLOWN.
By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man.
COUNTESS.
By what observance, I pray you?
CLOWN.
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.
COUNTESS.
Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Opening a letter]
CLOWN.
I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court.
Our old ling and our Isbels o' th' country are
nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o' th' court.
The brains of my Cupid's knock'd out;
and I begin to love, as an old man loves money,
with no stomach.
COUNTESS.
What have we here?
CLOWN.
E'en that you have there.
[Exit.]
COUNTESS.
[Reads]
'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,
BERTRAM.'
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.]
CLOWN.
O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two
soldiers and my young lady.
COUNTESS.
What is the -matter?
CLOWN.
Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some comfort;
your son will not be kill'd so soon as I thought he would.
COUNTESS.
Why should he be kill'd?
CLOWN.
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.]
[Enter HELENA and the two FRENCH GENTLEMEN.]
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
Save you, good madam.
HELENA.
Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Do not say so.
COUNTESS.
Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen-
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?
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Madam, he's gone to serve the Duke of Florence.
We met him thitherward; for thence we came,
And, after some dispatch in hand at court,
Thither we bend again.
HELENA.
Look on this letter, madam; here's my passport.
[Reads]
'When thou canst get the ring upon my finger, which
never shall come off, and show 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."
This is a dreadful sentence.
COUNTESS.
Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Ay, madam;
And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains.
COUNTESS.
I prithee, 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?
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Ay, madam.
COUNTESS.
And to be a soldier?
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Such is his noble purpose; and, believe 't,
The Duke will lay upon him all the honour
That good convenience claims.
COUNTESS.
Return you thither?
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.
HELENA.
[Reads]
'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'
'Tis bitter.
COUNTESS.
Find you that there?
HELENA.
Ay, madam.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
'Tis but the boldness of his hand haply,
which his heart was not consenting to.
COUNTESS.
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?
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
A servant only, and a gentleman
Which I have sometime known.
COUNTESS.
Parolles, was it not?
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
Ay, my good lady, he.
COUNTESS.
A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
With his inducement.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
Indeed, good lady,
The fellow has a deal of that too much
Which holds him much to have.
COUNTESS.
Y'are welcome, gentlemen.
I will entreat you, when you see my son,
To tell him that his sword can never win
The honour that he loses. More I'll entreat you
Written to bear along.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
We serve you, madam,
In that and all your worthiest affairs.
COUNTESS.
Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
Will you draw near?
[Exeunt COUNTESS and GENTLEMEN.]
HELENA.
'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 hast 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 non-sparing war? And is it I
That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou
Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
Fly with false aim; move the still-piecing air,
That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
Whoever charges on his forward breast,
I am the caitiff that do hold him to't;
And though I kill him not, I am the cause
His death was so effected. Better 'twere
I met the ravin 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, Rousillon,
Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
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
To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day.
For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.
[Exit.] _
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