COUNTESS. I pr’ythee, lady, have a better cheer; If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb’st me of a moiety. He was my son, But I do wash his name out of my blood, And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Ay, madam. COUNTESS. And to be a soldier? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Such is his noble purpose, and, believe’t, The duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims. COUNTESS. Return you thither? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. HELENA. [_Reads._] _Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France._ ’Tis bitter. COUNTESS. Find you that there? HELENA. Ay, madam. FIRST GENTLEMAN. ’Tis but the boldness of his hand haply, which his heart was not consenting to. COUNTESS. Nothing in France until he have no wife! There’s nothing here that is too good for him But only she, and she deserves a lord That twenty such rude boys might tend upon, And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him? FIRST GENTLEMAN. A servant only, and a gentleman which I have sometime known. COUNTESS. Parolles, was it not? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, my good lady, he. COUNTESS. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness. My son corrupts a well-derived nature With his inducement. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Indeed, good lady, The fellow has a deal of that too much, 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 GENTLEMAN. We serve you, madam, In that and all your worthiest affairs. COUNTESS. Not so, but as we change our courtesies. Will you draw near? [_Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen._]