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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