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Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.
Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN.
Countess 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 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 [Opening a letter.] Let me see what he writes, and when he
means to come.
Clown I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court. Our old lings
and our Isbels o'th' country are nothing like your old ling
and your Isbels o'th' court. The brains of my Cupid's
knocked 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 killed so soon as I thought he would.
Countess Why should he be killed?
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 LORDS DUMAINE.
1st Dumaine Save you, good madam.
Helena Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.
2nd Dumaine 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?
2nd Dumaine 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 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.
Countess Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
1st Dumaine 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?
2nd Dumaine Ay, madam.
Countess And to be a soldier?
2nd Dumaine 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?
1st Dumaine 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.
1st Dumaine '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?
1st Dumaine A servant only, and a gentleman which I have sometime
known.
Countess Parolles, was it not?
1st Dumaine Ay, my good lady, he.
Countess A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
My son corrupts a well-derivd nature
With his inducement.
1st Dumaine Indeed, good lady,
The fellow has a deal of that too much,
Which holds him much to have.
Countess 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.
2nd Dumaine 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 the LORDS.
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 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'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 roared
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.
[Exit.