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Count. [Reads.] I have sent you a daughter-inlaw: 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. you.
My duty to
Your unfortunate son,
This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,
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 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. [Exit Clown.
Enter Helena and two Gentlemen.
1Gen. Save you, good madam.
Count. Think upon patience.-'Pray you, gentle
I have felt so many quirks of joy, and grief,
2 Gen. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:
We met him thitherward; for thence we came,
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
This is a dreadful sentence.
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 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?
2 Gen. Ay, madam.
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.
Return you thither?
1 Gen. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. Hel. [Reads.] 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.
Ay, madam. 1 Gen. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which
you that there?
His heart was not consenting to.
Count. Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
With his inducement.
Count. You are welcome, gentlemen;
I will entreat you, when you see my son,
2 Gen. We serve you, madam, In that and all your worthiest affairs. Count. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. Will you draw near?
[Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen.
That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou
With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere
Were mine at once: No, come thou home, Rou
Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
My being here it is, that holds thee hence:
BEFORE THE DUKE'S PALACE.
Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Lords, Officers, Soldiers, and Others.
Duke. The general of our horse thou art; and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence, Upon thy promising fortune.
Sir, it is
This very day,
Ber. Great Mars, I put myself into thy file: Make me but like my thoughts; and I shall prove
A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
Then go thou forth; prosperous helm,