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I know not what he shall :-God send him well!
Par. What one, i' faith?
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Enter a Page.
[Exit Page. Par. Little Helen, farewell ; if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the safety. But the composition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee acutely. I will return perfect courtier ; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalise thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes
thee away: farewell. Say thy prayers, remember thy friends, get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee : so farewell.
is it which mounts my love so high ;
SCENE II.—Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, with letters ; Lords
and others attending.
First Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
His love and wisdom,
Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead
He hath arm'd our answer,
What’s he comes here?
Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES. First Lord. It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram.
Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
King. I would I had that corporal soundness now,
Exception bid him speak, and, at this time,
His good remembrance, sir,
King. Would, I were with him! He would always say
You are lov'd, sir ;
first. King. I fill a place, I know't.—How long is't, count, Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd. Ber.
Some six months since, my lord. King. If he were living, I would try him yet ;
Lend me an arm ;—the rest have worn me out
Thank your majesty.
SCENE III.-Rousillon. A Room in the house of the Countess.
Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown. Count. I will now hear : what say you of this gentlewoman ?
Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours ; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
Count. What does this knave here ? Get you gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of you, I do not all believe ; 'tis my slowness, that I do not: for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.
Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.
Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor ; but, if I may have your ladyship's good-will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may.
Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar ?
Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is no heritage :8 and, I think, I shall never have the blessing of God till I have issue of my body; for they say bairns are blessings.
Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.
Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that the devil drives.
l Count. Is this all your worship’s reason ?