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.

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

Hel. I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.

[Ber. Where are] my other [men, monsieur?] Farewell.

[[Exit Helena.]

Go thou toward home; where I will never come,