Page 846 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Indeed, good lady,
The fellow has a deal of that too much [90]
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.

SECOND LORD
We serve you, madam, [95]

In that and all your worthiest affairs.

COUNTESS
Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
Will you draw near?
Exeunt the Countess and the Lords.

HELENA
‘Till I have no wife I have nothing in France’.

Nothing in France until he has no wife! [100]
Thou shalt have none, Rossillion, 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 [105]
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 [110]
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 [115]