SCENE 2. Paris. A room in the King's palace.
[Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING OF FRANCE, with letters;
Lords and others attending.]
The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.
So 'tis reported, sir.
Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it,
A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
With caution, that the Florentine will move us
For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
Prejudicates the business, and would seem
To have us make denial.
His love and wisdom,
Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead
For amplest credence.
He hath arm'd our answer,
And Florence is denied before he comes:
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part.
It well may serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
For breathing and exploit.
What's he comes here?
[Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES.]
It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,
Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;
Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts
Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
My thanks and duty are your majesty's.