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Written to bear along.

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.] Hel. Till I have no wife, I have nothing in


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-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 it;
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 hnnger; better 'twere,
That all the miseries, which nature owes,

Were mine at once: No, come thou home, Rou

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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;

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That pitiful rumor may report my flight,

To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day! For, with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.



Florence. 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 cre dence,

Upon thy promising fortune.

Ber. Sir, it is

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

Duke Then go thou forth;

And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
As thy auspicious mistress!

Ber. This very day,

Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
Make me but like my thoughts; and I shall


A lover of thy drum, hater of love.


Rousillon. A Room in the Count's Palace.

Enter Countefs and Steward.

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.
Stew. I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone;
Ambitious love hath so in me offended,

That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
Write, write, that, from the bloody course of war,
My dearest master, your dear son, may hye:
Blef's him at home in peace, whilst I from far,
His name with zealous fervour sanctify;
His taken labours bid him me forgive;

I, his despightful Juno, sent him forth
From courtly friends, with camping foes to live,
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth:
He is too good and fair for death and me;
Whom I myself embrace, to set him free.

Count. Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!

Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,`
As letting her pafs so; bad I spoke with her,
I could have well diverted her intents,
Which thus she hath prevented,

Stew. Pardon me, madam:

If I had given you this at over- night, She might have been o'er- ta'en; and yet she writes,

Pursuit would be but vain.

Count. What angel shall

Blefs this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive, Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear,

And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
Of greatest justice.Write, write, Rinaldo,
To this unworthy husband of his wife;
Let every word weigh heavy of her worth,
That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief,
Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.

Dispatch the most convenient messenger:s
When, haply, he shall hear that she is gone,
He will return; and hope I may, that she,
Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
Led hither by pure love: which of them both
Is dearest to me, I have no skill in sense
To make distinction:-Provide this messenger:
My heart is heavy, and mine age is weak;
Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me




Without the Walls of Florence.

A tucket afar off. Enter an old Widow of Florence, DIANA, VIOLENTA, MARIANA, and other citizens.

Wid. Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we shall lose all the sight.

Dia. They say, the French count has done most honourable service.

Wid. It is reported that he has taken their greatest commander; and that with his own hand he slew the duke's brother. We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary way: hark! you may know by their trumpets.

Mar. Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French earl; the honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty.

Wid. I have told my neighbour, how you have been solicited by a gentleman his companion.

Mar. I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles : a filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the young earl.-Beware of them, Diana; their pro


mises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that so terrible shows in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten them. I hope, I need not to advise you further; but, I hope, your own grace will keep you where you are, though there were no further danger known, but the modesty which is so lost.

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Dia, You shall not need to fear me.

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Enter HELENA, in the dress of a pilgrim.

Wid. I hope so. Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at my house: thither they send one another: I'll question her.God save you, pilgrim! Whither are you bound? Hel. To Saint Jaques le grand.

Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you? Wid. At the Saint Francis here, beside the


Hel. Is this the way?

Wid. Ay, marry, is it. Hark you! [A march

They come this way:


afar off.]

If you will tarry, holy

But till the troops come by,

I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd; The rather, fer, I think, I know your hostess As ample as myself.

Hel. Is it yourself?

Vid. If you shall please so, pilgrim.

Hel. I thank you, and will stay upon your


Wid. You came, I think, from France?

Hel. I did so.

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