(Thofe 'bated, that inherit but the Fall
Of the laft Monarchy ;) fee, that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The brave Queftant fhrinks, find what you feek,
That Fame may ery you loud: I fay, farewel.

2 Lord. Health at your bidding ferve your Majefty!
King. Thofe girls of Italy, take heed of them
They fay, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you ferve.

Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.

King. Farewel. Come hither to me. [To Attendants. [Exit.

↑ Lord. Oh, my sweet Lord, that you will stay behind us!

Par. 'Tis not his fault; the fpark

e Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars.

Par. Moft admirable; I have feen those wars.
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with,
Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early.

Par. An thy mind fland to it, boy, fteal away bravely.

Ber. Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a fmock, Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry,

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'Till Honour be bought up, and no fword worn But one to dance with? by heav'n, I'll fteal away. I Lord. There's honour in the theft.

Par. Commit it, Count.

2 Lord, I am your acceffary, and fo farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd body.

Higher Italy;

giving it the Rank of Preference to France; but he corrects himself and says, I except Those from that Precedency, who only inherit the Fall of the laft Monarchy; as all the little petty States; for instance, Florence to whom thefe Volunteers were going. As if he had faid, I give the Place of Honour to the Emperor and the Pope, but not to the free States. All here is clear; and 'tis exactly Shakespear's Manner, who lov'd to fhew his Reading on fuch Occafions. Mr. Warburton.

1 Lord.

I Lord. Farewel, Captain.

2 Lord. Sweet Monfieur Parolles!

Par. Noble heroes, my fword and yours are kin; good fparks and luftrous.

A word, good metals. (7) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one captain Spurio with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his finifter cheek; it was this very fword entrench'd it; fay to him, I live, and obferve his reports of me.

1 Lord. We shall, noble captain.

Par. Mars doat on you for his novices! what will ye do?

Ber. Stay; the King →→→→ [Exeunt Lords. Par. Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords, you have restrain'd yourself within the list of too cold an adieu; be more expreffive to them, for they wear themselves in the cap of the time; there, do muster true gate, eat, fpeak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd ftar; and tho' the devil lead the meafure, fuch are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel.

Ber. And I will do fo.

Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most finewy fword-men. [Exeunt.

Enter the King, and Lafeu.

Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to stand up.

Laf. Then here's a man ftands, that hath bought his pardon.

I would, you had kneel'd, my Lord, to ask me mercy; And that at my bidding you could so stand up.

(7) You shall find in the Regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, bis Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War bere on bis finifter Cheek ;] It is furprizing, none of the Editors could fee that a flight Tranfpofition was abfolutely neceffary here, when there is not common Senfe in the Paffage, as it ftands without fuch Tranfpofition. Parolles only means, "You shall find one Captain Spario in the Camp with a Scar on his left Cheek, a Mark " of War that my Sword gave him.”

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King. I would, I had; fo I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for't.

Laf. Good faith, across:

thus;

but, my good Lord, 'tis

Will you be cur'd of your infirmity?

King, No.

Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? Yes, but you will, my noble grapes; an if

My royal fox could reach them: (8) I have feen a Med cin,

That's able to breathe life into a stone;

Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canary

With sprightly fire and motion; whofe fimple touch
Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,

To give great Charlemain a pen

And write to her a love-line.

King. What her is this?

in's hand,

Laf. Why, doctor-fhe: my Lord, there's one arriv'd,

If you will fee her. Now, by my faith and honour,
If feriously I may convey my thoughts
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
With one that in her sex, her years, profeffion,
Wisdom and conftancy, hath amaz'd me more
weakness: will you
Than I dare blame my
For that is her Demand, and know her business?
That done, laugh well at me.

King. Now, good Lafeu,

Bring in the admiration, that we with thee

fee her,

May spend our wonder too, or take off thine,

By wond'ring how thou took'st it.

Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,

And not be all day neither.

[Exit Lafeu.

King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.

(8) I have seen a Medecine,] Lafeu does not mean that he has feen a Remedy, but a Perfon bringing such a Remedy. I therefore imagine, our Author used the French Word, Medecin, i. e. a Phyfician; this agrees with what he subjoins immediately in Reply to the King,

Why, Doctor-She;

and write to her a Love-line.

Laf.

Laf. [Returns.] Nay, come your ways.

[Bringing in Helena.

King. This hafte hath wings, indeed.
Laf. Nay, come your ways,

This is his Majefty, fay your mind to him;
A traitor you do look like ; but fuch traitors
His Majefty feldom fears; I'm Creffid's uncle,
That dare leave two together; fare you well.

[Exit.

King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us? Hel. Ay, my good Lord.

Gerard de Narbon was my father,

In what he did profess, well found.

King. I knew him.

Hel. The rather will I fpare my praise towards him; Knowing him, is enough: on's bed of death

Many receipts he gave me, chiefly one,

Which as the deareft iffue of his practice,
And of his old experience th' only darling,
He bade me ftore up, as a triple eye,

Safer than mine own two: more dear I have fo;
And hearing your high Majesty is touch'd
With that malignant caufe, wherein the honour
Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power,
I come to tender it, and my appliance,
With all bound humbleness.

King. We thank you, maiden;

But may not be fo credulous of cure,
When our most learned doctors leave us; and
The congregated college have concluded,
That labouring art can never ransom nature
From her unaidable estate: we must not
So ftain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To proftitute our past-cure malady

To empericks; or to diffever fo

Our great felf and our credit, to esteem

A fenfeless help, when help paft fense we deem.
Hel. My duty then fhall pay me for my pains;
I will no more enforce mine office on you;
Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts
A modest one to bear me back again.
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King.

King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful;
Thou thought'ft to help me, and fuch thanks I give,
As one near death to those that with him live;
But what at full I know, thou know'ft no part;
I knowing all my peril, thou no art.

Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Since you fet up your reft 'gainst remedy.
He that of greatest works is finisher,

Oft does them by the weakest minister :
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown,

When judges have been babes; great floods have flowni
From fimple fources; and great seas have dry'd,
When mir'cles have by th' greatest been deny'd.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there

Where most it promifes: and oft it hits
Where hope is coldeft, and despair moft fits.

King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind
Maid;

Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyfelf be paid:
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.
Hel. Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd:
It is not fo with him that all things knows,
As 'tis with us, that square our guess by shows:
But moft it is prefumption in us, when
The help of heav'n we count the act of men.
Dear Sir, to my endeavours give consent,
Of heav'n, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impoftor, that proclaim
Myself against the level of mine aim;

But know, I think, and think I know most fure,
My art is not past power, nor you past cure.

King. Art thou fo confident? within what space
Hop'st thou my cure?

Hel. The greateft grace lending grace,
Ere twice the horses of the fun fhall bring
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
Moift Hesperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp;
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glafs
Hatn told the thievish minutes how they pass;

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