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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE XI. Enter Helena.

Hel.
I have, Sir, as I was commanded from you,
Spoke with the King, and have procur'd his leave
For present parting; only he desires
Some private speech with you.

Ber.
I shall obey his will.
You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
The ministration and required office
On my particular. Prepar'd I was not
For such a business; and am therefore found
So much unsettled: this drives me to intreat you,
That presently you take your way for home,
And rather muse than ask why I intreat you;
For my respects are better than they seem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than shews it self at the first view,
To you that know them not. This to my mother. [Giving a letter.
'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
I leave you to your wisdom.

Hel.
Sir, I can nothing say,

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But that I am your most obedient servant.

Ber.
Come, come, no more of that.

Hel.
And ever shall
With true observance seek to eke out that
Wherein tow'rd me my homely stars have fail'd
To equal my great fortune.

Ber.
Let that go:
My haste is very great. Farewel; hie home.

Hel.
Pray, Sir, your pardon.

Ber.
Well, what would you say?

Hel.
I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,
Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is;
But, like a tim'rous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.

Ber.
What would you have?

Hel.
Something, and scarce so much—nothing indeed—
I would not tell you what I would, my lord—'faith yes—
Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.

Ber.
I pray you stay not, but in haste to horse.

Hel.
I shall not break your bidding, good my lord:
Where are my other men? Monsieur, farewel.
[Exit.

Ber.
Go thou tow'rd home, where I will never come,
Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum:
Away, and for our flight.

Par.
Bravely, Couragio!
[Exeunt.

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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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