First Gentleman
A servant only, and a gentleman Which I have sometime known. COUNTESS
Parolles, was it not? First 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. First Gentleman
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. Second 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 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-peering
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 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.
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