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SCENE II

Rousillon. The COUNT'S palace.
Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN.

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 (10)
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 ling and our Isbels o' the
country are nothing like your old ling and
your Isbels o' the court: the brains of my
Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as
an old man loves money, with no stomach.

Count.
What have we here? (20)

Clo.
E'en that you have there. [Exit.

Count.
[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
duty to you. Your unfortunate son,
BERTRAM. (30)
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 misprising 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, some comfort; your son will not be (40)
killed so soon as I thought he would.

Count.
Why should he be killed?

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. Enter HELENA and two Gentlemen.

First Gent.
Save you, good madam.

Hel.
Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.

Sec. Gent.
Do not say so. (50)

Count.
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?

Sec. Gent.
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.

Hel.
Look on his 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.

Count.
Brought you this letter, gentlemen?

First Gent.
Ay, madam;
And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains.

Count.
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; (70)
But I do wash his name out of my blood,
And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?

Sec. Gent.
Ay, madam.

Count.
And to be a soldier?

Sec. Gent.
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?

First Gent.
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?

Hel.
Ay, madam.

First Gent.
'Tis but the boldness of his (80)
hand, haply, which his heart was not consenting to. (81)

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?

First Gent.
A servant only, and a gentleman
Which I have some time known.

Count.
Parolles, was it not?

First Gent.
Ay, my good lady, he.

Count.
A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness. (90)
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
With his inducement.

First Gent.
Indeed, good lady,
The fellow has a deal of that too much,
Which holds him much to have.

Count.
You're 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.

Sec. Gent.
We serve you, madam,
In that and all your worthiest affairs. (100)

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

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 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 none-sparing war? and is it I
That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou (110)
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-peering 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 (120)
I met the ravin lion when he roar'd
His death was so effected: better 'twere
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 officed all: I will be gone, (130)
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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