Sec. Gent. Ay, madam.
Count. And to be a soldier?
Sec. Gent. Such is his noble purpose; and, believe 't,
The Duke will lay upon him all the honour
That good convenience claims.
Count. Return you thither?
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First Gent. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.
Hel. [[reads]] Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.
'Tis [bitter].