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Therefore to th’war!

BERTRAM
It shall be so. I’ll send her to my house, [280]
Acquaint my mother with my hate to her
And wherefore I am fled; write to the King
That which I durst not speak. His present gift

Shall furnish me to those Italian fields
Where noble fellows strike. Wars is no strife [285]
To the dark house and the detested wife.

PAROLLES
Will this capriccio hold in thee, art sure?

BERTRAM

Go with me to my chamber and advise me.
I’ll send her straight away. Tomorrow
I’ll to the wars, she to her single sorrow. [290]

PAROLLES
Why, these balls bound, there’s noise in it. ’Tis hard:
A young man married is a man that’s marred.

Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go.
The King has done you wrong, but hush, ’tis so.
Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Enter Helena and the Clown.

HELENA
My mother greets me kindly. Is she well?

CLOWN
She is not well, but yet she has her health; she’s very merry, but yet she is
not well. But thanks be given she’s very well and wants nothing i’th’world; but

yet she is not well. [5]