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Flourish. Enter the
DUKE of Florence attended;
the two Frenchmen, with a troop of soldiers
| DUKE |
So that from point to point now have you heard
The fundamental reasons of this war,
Whose great decision hath much blood let forth
And more thirsts after. |
| First Lord
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Holy seems the quarrel
Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
On the opposer. |
| DUKE |
Therefore we marvel much our cousin France
Would in so just a business shut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers. |
| Second Lord
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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 guess'd. |
| DUKE |
Be it his pleasure. |
| First Lord
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But I am sure the younger of our nature,
That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
Come here for physic. |
| 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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[Flourish. Exeunt] |
Enter COUNTESS and Clown
| COUNTESS
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It hath happened 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
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By what observance, I pray you?
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| 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
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Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
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[Opening a letter] |
| Clown |
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. |
| COUNTESS
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What have we here? |
| Clown |
E'en that you have there.
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[Exit] |
| COUNTESS
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[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 misprising of a maid too virtuous
For the contempt of empire. |
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[Re-enter Clown] |
| Clown |
O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two
soldiers and my young lady! |
| COUNTESS
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What is the matter? |
| Clown |
Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some
comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I
thought he would. |
| COUNTESS
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Why should he be killed?
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| 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. |
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[Exit] |
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[Enter HELENA, and two Gentlemen]
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| First Gentleman
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Save you, good madam. |
| HELENA
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Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.
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| Second Gentleman
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Do not say so. |
| COUNTESS
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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? |
| Second Gentleman
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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
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Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.
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[Reads] |
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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
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Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
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| First Gentleman
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Ay, madam;
And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pain. |
| COUNTESS
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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? |
| Second Gentleman
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Ay, madam. |
| COUNTESS
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And to be a soldier? |
| Second Gentleman
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Such is his noble purpose; and believe 't,
The duke will lay upon him all the honour
That good convenience claims. |
| COUNTESS
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Return you thither? |
| First Gentleman
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Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.
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| HELENA
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[Reads] Till I have no wife I have nothing in France.
'Tis bitter. |
| COUNTESS
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Find you that there? |
| HELENA
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Ay, madam. |
| First Gentleman
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'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his
heart was not consenting to. |
| COUNTESS
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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 Gentleman
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A servant only, and a gentleman
Which I have sometime known. |
| COUNTESS
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Parolles, was it not? |
| First Gentleman
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Ay, my good lady, he. |
| COUNTESS
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A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
With his inducement. |
| First Gentleman
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Indeed, good lady,
The fellow has a deal of that too much,
Which holds him much to have. |
| COUNTESS
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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. |
| Second Gentleman
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We serve you, madam,
In that and all your worthiest affairs. |
| COUNTESS
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Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
Will you draw near! |
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[Exeunt COUNTESS and Gentlemen]
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| HELENA
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'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
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
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 officed 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. |
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[Exit] |
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Act I, Scene 1 Rousillon, The Count's Palace |
Act III, Scene 5Without the walls, a tucket far off |
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Act I, Scene 2 The King's Palace |
Act III, Scene 6 Camp before Florence/Act III, Scene 7 Florence The Widow's House |
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Act I, Scene 3 Count's Palace |
Act IV, Scene 1 Without the Florentine Camp |
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Act II, Scene 1 King's Palace |
Act IV, Scene 2 Florence The Widow's House |
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Act II, Scene 2 Count's Palace |
Act IV, Scene 3 The Florentine Camp |
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Act II, Scene 3 King's Palace |
Act IV, Scene 4 Florence The Widow's House/Act IV, Scene 5 Count's Palace |
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Act II, Scene 4 King's Palace/Act II, Scene 5 King's Palace
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Act V, Scene 1 Marseilles, A Street/Act V, Scene 2 Rousillon Before the Count's Palace |
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Act III, Scene 1 Duke's Palace/Act III, Scene 2 Count's Palace |
Act V, Scene 3 Rousillon, The Count's Palace |
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