Par. Mort du Vinaigre! is not this Helen? King. Go, call before me all the Lords in court. And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense The confirmation of my promis'd gift; Which but attends thy naming. Enter three or four Lords. Fair maid, fend forth thine eye; this youthful parcel O'er whom both fov'reign power and father's voice Thou haft power to chufe, and they none to forfake. My mouth no more were broken than these boys, King. Perufe them well: Not one of those, but had a noble father. [She addreffes herself to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen, heaven hath, through me, reftor'd The King to health. All. We understand it, and thank heaven for you. Please it your Majefty, I have done already : "We blush that thou should'st chufe, but be refus'd; "Let the white death fit on thy cheek for ever, "We'll ne'er come there again. King. Make choice, and fee, Who fhuns thy love, fhuns all his love in me. all the reft is mute. Laf. Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw amesmy life. ace for Hel. The honour, Sir, that flames in Before I fpeak, too threatningly replies: your Love make your fortunes twenty times above Hel. My wish receive, fair eyes, Which great Love grant! and fo I take my leave. Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take, your bed Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed! Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none of her: fure, they are baltards to the English, the French ne'er got 'em. Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a fon out of my blood. 4 Lord. (12) Fair one, I think not fo. Laf. There's one grape yet, Par. I am fure, thy father drunk wine. (12) 4 Lord. Fair One, I think not fo. : Laf. There's one Grape yet, I am fure my Father drunk Wine: but if Thou be'eft not an Afs, I am a Youth of fourteen: I have known thee already.] Surely, this is most incongruent Stuff. Lafeu is angry with the other Noblemen for giving Helen the Repulfe and is he angry too, and thinks the fourth Nobleman an Afs, because he's for embracing the Match The Whole, certainly, can't be the Speech of one Mouth. As I have divided the Speech, I think, Clearnefs and Humour are reftor'd. And if Parolles were not a little pert and impertinent here to Lafeu, why should he fay, he had found him out already? Or why fhould he quarrel with him the very next Scene? Into your guided power: this is the man. [To Bertram. King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, fhe's thy wife. Ber. My wife, my Liege? I fhall befeech your Highnefs, In fuch a business give me leave to use King. Know't thou not, Bertram, Ber. Yes, my good Lord, But never hope to know why I fhould marry her. bed. Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down Rather corrupt me ever! Difdain King. 'Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her, the which I can build up: ftrange is it, that our bloods, Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, All that is virtuous, (fave what thou dislik'st, (13) From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignify'd by th' doer's deed. Where great addition fwells, and virtue none, It is a dropfied honour; good alone, Is good without a name. Vileness is fo : ; (13) From lowest Place, whence virtuous Things proceed, The Place is dignified by th' Doer's Deed.] 'Tis strange, that none of the Editors could perceive, that both the Sentiment and Grammar are defective here. The eafy Correction, which I have given, was prefcribed to me by the ingenious Dr. Thirlby. And And these breed honour: That is honour's scorn, I can create the reft: virtue and she, Is her own dow'r; honour and wealth from me. King. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou should'st strive to chufe. Hel. That you are well reftor'd, my lord, I'm glad : Let the rest go. King (15) My honour's at the ftake; which to defend, My love, and her desert; that canst not dream, Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know, (14) -and as oft is dumb, Where Duft and damn’d-Oblivion is the Tomb. Of bonour'd Bones, indeed, what should be faid?] This is fuch pretty Stuff, indeed, as is only worthy of its accurate Editors! The Transpofition of an innocent Stop, or two, is a Task above their Diligence: especially, if common Senfe is to be the Refult of it. The Regulation, I have given, must ftrike every Reader so at first Glance, that it needs not a Word in Confirmation. which to defeat (15) My Honour's at the Stake; I must produce my Pow'r.] The poor King of France is again made a Man of Gotham, by our unmerciful Editors: What they make him fay, is mere mock-reafoning: For he is not to make use of his Authority to defeat, but to` defend, his Honour. We We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt: Do thine own fortunes that obedient right, Of youth and ignorance; my revenge and haté King. Take her by the hand, And tell her, she is thine: to whom I promise A balance more repleat. Ber. I take her hand.. King. Good fortune, and the favour of the King Manent Parolles and Lafeu. [Exeunt. Laf. Do you hear, Monfieur? a word with you. Laf. Your Lord and Mafter did well to make his recantation. Par. Recantation? -my Lord? my Mafter? Laf. Ay, is it not a language I fpeak? Par. A moft harfh one, and not to be understood without bloody fucceeding. My mafter? Laf. Are you companion to the Count Roufillon? Par. |