Marseilles. A Street. |
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Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA, with two Attendants. |
| Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and night, |
| Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it: |
| But since you have made the days and nights as one, |
| To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, |
| Be bold you do so grow in my requital |
| As nothing can unroot you. In happy time; |
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Enter a gentle Astringer. |
| This man may help me to his majesty's ear, |
| If he would spend his power. God save you, sir. |
| Gent. And you. |
| Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. |
| Gent. I have been sometimes there. |
| Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen |
| From the report that goes upon your goodness; |
| And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, |
| Which lay nice manners by, I put you to |
| The use of your own virtues, for the which |
| I shall continue thankful. |
| Gent. What's your will? |
| Hel. That it will please you |
| To give this poor petition to the king, |
| And aid me with that store of power you have |
| To come into his presence. |
| Gent. The king's not here. |
| Hel. Not here, sir! |
| Gent. Not, indeed: |
| He hence remov'd last night, and with more haste |
| Than is his use. |
| Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains! |
| Hel. All's well that ends well yet, |
| Though time seems so adverse and means unfit. |
| I do beseech you, whither is he gone? |
| Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon; |
| Whither I am going. |
| Hel. I do beseech you, sir, |
| Since you are like to see the king before me, |
| Commend the paper to his gracious hand; |
| Which I presume shall render you no blame |
| But rather make you thank your pains for it. |
| I will come after you with what good speed |
| Our means will make us means. |
| Gent. This I'll do for you. |
| Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd, |
| Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again: |
| Go, go, provide. [Exeunt. |
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