1402Count It hath happen'd all, as I would haue had it, saue

1403that he comes not along with her.

1404Clo By my troth I take my young Lord to be a ve-

1405rie melancholly man.

1406Count By what obseruance I pray you.

1407Clo Why he will looke vppon his boote, and sing:

1408mend the Ruffe and sing, aske questions and sing, picke

1409his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this tricke of

1410melancholy hold a goodly Mannor for a song.

1411Lad Let me see what he writes, and when he meanes

1412to come.

1413Clow I haue no minde to Isbellsince I was at Court.

1414Our old Lings, and our Isbelsa'th Country, are nothing

1415like your old Ling and your Isbelsa'th Court: the brains

1416of my Cupid's knock'd out, and I beginne to loue, as an

1417old man loues money, with no stomacke.

1418Lad What haue we heere?

1419Clo In that you haue there. exit

1428This is not well rash and vnbridled boy,

1429To flye the fauours of so good a King,

1430To plucke his indignation on thy head,

1431By the misprising of a Maide too vertuous

1432For the contempt of Empire.

1434Clow O Madam, yonder is heauie newes within be-

1435tweene two souldiers, and my yong Ladie.

1436La What is the matter.

1437Clo Nay there is some comfort in the newes, some

1438comfort, your sonne will not be kild so soone as I thoght

1439he would.

1440La Why should he be kill'd?

1441Clo So say I Madame, if he runne away, as I heare he

1442does, the danger is in standing too't, that's the losse of

1443men, though it be the getting of children. Heere they

1444come will tell you more. For my part I onely heare your

1445sonne was run away.

1447FrenchE Saue you good Madam.

1448Hel Madam, my Lord is gone, for euer gone.

1449FrenchG Do not say so.

1450La Thinke vpon patience, pray you Gentlemen,

1451I haue felt so many quirkes of ioy and greefe,

1452That the first face of neither on the start

1453Can woman me vntoo't. Where is my sonne I pray you?

1454Fren.G Madam he's gone to serue the Duke of Flo-

1455 rence,

1456We met him thitherward, for thence we came:

1457And after some dispatch in hand at Court,

1458Thither we bend againe.

1459Hel Looke on his Letter Madam, here's my Pasport.

1464This is a dreadfull sentence.

1465La Brought you this Letter Gentlemen?

14661. G I Madam, and for the Contents sake are sorrie

1467for our paines.

1468Old La I prethee Ladie haue a better cheere,

1469If thou engrossest, all the greefes are thine,

1470Thou robst me of a moity: He was my sonne,

1471But I do wash his name out of my blood,

1472And thou art all my childe. Towards Florence is he?

1473Fren. G I Madam.

1474La And to be a souldier.

1475Fren. G Such is his noble purpose, and beleeu't

1476The Duke will lay vpon him all the honor

1477That good conuenience claimes.

1478La Returne you thither.

1479Fren. E I Madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.

1480Hel. Till I haue no wife, I haue nothing in France

1481'Tis bitter.

1482La Finde you that there?

1483Hel I Madame.

1484Fren. E 'Tis but the boldnesse of his hand haply, which

1485his heart was not consenting too.

1486Lad Nothing in France, vntill he haue no wife:

1487There's nothing heere that is too good for him

1488But onely she, and she deserues a Lord

1489That twenty such rude boyes might tend vpon,

1490And call her hourely Mistris. Who was with him?

1491Fren. E A seruant onely, and a Gentleman: which I

1492haue sometime knowne.

1493La Parolleswas it not?

1494Fren. E I my good Ladie, hee.

1495La A verie tainted fellow, and full of wickednesse,

1496My sonne corrupts a well deriued nature

1497With his inducement.

1498Fren. E Indeed good Ladie the fellow has a deale of

1499that, too much, which holds him much to haue.

1500La Y'are welcome Gentlemen, I will intreate you

1501when you see my sonne, to tell him that his sword can

1502neuer winne the honor that he looses: more Ile intreate

X you

1503you written to beare along.

1504Fren. G We serue you Madam in that and all your

1505worthiest affaires.

1506La Not so, but as we change our courtesies,

1507Will you draw neere? Exit

1508Hel.Till I haue no wife I haue nothing in France

1509Nothing in France vntill he has no wife:

1510Thou shalt haue none Rossillion none in France,

1511Then hast thou all againe: poore Lord, is't I

1512That chase thee from thy Countrie, and expose

1513Those tender limbes of thine, to the euent

1514Of the none-sparing warre? And is it I,

1515That driue thee from the sportiue Court, where thou

1516Was't shot at with faire eyes, to be the marke

1517Of smoakie Muskets? O you leaden messengers,

1518That ride vpon the violent speede of fire,

1519Fly with false ayme, moue the still-peering aire

1520That sings with piercing, do not touch my Lord:

1521Who euer shoots at him, I set him there.

1522Who euer charges on his forward brest

1523I am the Caitiffe that do hold him too't,

1524And though I kill him not, I am the cause

1525His death was so effected: Better 'twere

1526I met the rauine Lyon when he roar'd

1527With sharpe constraint of hunger: better 'twere,

1528That all the miseries which nature owes

1529Were mine at once. No come thou home Rossillion

1530Whence honor but of danger winnes a scarre,

1531As oft it looses all. I will be gone:

1532My being heere it is, that holds thee hence,

1533Shall I stay heere to doo't? No, no, although

1534The ayre of Paradise did fan the house,

1535And Angels offic'd all: I will be gone,

1536That pittifull rumour may report my flight

1537To consolate thine eare. Come night, end day,

1538For with the darke (poore theefe) Ile steale away. Exit