DUKE. So that, from point to point, now have you hear The fundamental reasons of this war; Whose great decision hath much blood let forth And more thirsts after.
FIRST LORD. 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. 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. 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 th" field. Flourish. Exeunt
ACT III. SCENE 2.
Rousillon. The COUNT"S palace
Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN
COUNTESS. It hath happen"d 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. Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
[Opening a letter]
CLOWN. I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court. Our old ling and our Isbels o" th" country are nothing like your old ling and your Isbels o" th" court. The brains of my Cupid"s knock"d 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 kill"d so soon as I thought he would.
COUNTESS. Why should he be kill"d?
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 FRENCH GENTLEMEN
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Save you, good madam.
HELENA. Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 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?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 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 this letter, madam; here"s my pa.s.sport.
[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?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 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?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, madam.
COUNTESS. And to be a soldier?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Such is his n.o.ble purpose; and, believe "t, The Duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims.
COUNTESS. Return you thither?
SECOND GENTLEMAN. 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.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. "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?
SECOND GENTLEMAN. A servant only, and a gentleman Which I have sometime known.
COUNTESS. Parolles, was it not?
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Ay, my good lady, he.
COUNTESS. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
My son corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Indeed, good lady, The fellow has a deal of that too much Which holds him much to have.
COUNTESS. Y"are 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.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 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 GENTLEMEN 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 That chase thee from thy country, and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the event Of the non-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 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 offic"d 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
ACT III. SCENE 3.
Florence. Before the DUKE"s palace
Flourish. Enter the DUKE OF FLORENCE, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, SOLDIERS, drum and trumpets
DUKE. The General of our Horse thou art; and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence Upon thy promising fortune.
BERTRAM. Sir, it is A charge too heavy for my strength; but yet We"ll strive to bear it for your worthy sake To th" extreme edge of hazard.
DUKE. Then go thou forth; And Fortune play upon thy prosperous helm, As thy auspicious mistress!
BERTRAM. This very day, 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. Exeunt
ACT III. SCENE 4.
Rousillon. The COUNT"S palace