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than she'li demand.

Steuc. Madam, I was very late more near her than, I thiuk, she wish'd me: alone she was, and did communicate to herself, her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son : Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates, Love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or ransom afterward: This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty, speedily to acquaint you withal; sithence, in the loss that may bappen, it concerns you something to know it.

Count You have discharged this honestly; keep it to yourself; many likelihoods informed me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon.

[Erit Steward.
Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young:

If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong :

Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
It is the shew and seal of nature's truth,
Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth:
By our remembrances of days foregone,
Such were our faults ;-or then we thought them none.
Her eye is sick on 't ; I observe her now.

Hel. What is your pleasure madam ?

You know, Helen,
I am a mother to you.
Hel. Mine honourable mistress.

Nay, a mother;
Why not a mother? When I said, a mother,
Methought you saw a serpent

: What's in mother,
That you start at it! I say, I am your mother;
And put you in the catalogue of those,
That were en wombed mine: 'Tis often seen,
Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds :'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan;

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Yet I express to you a mother's care :-
God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy tlood,
To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter,
That this distemper'd messenger of wet,

mans-colour'd Iris rounds thine eye!
Why ?--that you are my daughter ?

That I am not
Count. I say, I am your mother.

Pardon, madam;
The count Rousillon cannot be my brother :
1 am from humble, he from bonour'd name:
No note upon my parents, his all noble:
My master, my dear lord he is; and I
His servant live, and will his vassal die :
He must not be my brother.

Nor I your mother? Hel. You are my mother, madam: would you were (So that my lord, sour son, were not my brothers) Indeed my mother-or, were you both our mothers, I care no more for, than I do for heaven, So I were not his sister: Can't no other, But, I your daughter, he must be my brother?

Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-
God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother,
So strise upon your pulse: What, pale again?
My fear hath catch'd your fondness : Now I see
The mystery of your loneliness, and And
Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross,
You love my son ; invention is ashamed,
Against the proclamation of thy passion:
To say, thou dost not : therefore tell me true;
Confess it, one to the other ; and thine eyes
But tell me then, 'tis so :-for, look, thy cheeks
See It so grossly shewn in thy behaviours,
That in their kind they speak it: only sin
And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
That truth should be stispected : Speak, is 't so!
If it be so, you have wound a goodly clue;
If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, 1 charge thee,
As heaven shall work in me for thine avail,

Good madam, pardon me!
Count. Do you love my son !

Your pardon, noble mistress!
Count. Go not about; my loro bath in't a bond,

Do not you love him, madam!

To tell me truly.

Count. Love you my son ?

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Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose
The state of your affection ; for your passions
Have to the full appeach'd.

Then, I confess,
llere on my knee, before high Heaven and you,
That before you, and next unto high Heaven,
I love your son :-
My friends were poor, but honest; so's my lore:
Be not offended; for it hurts not him,
That he is loved of me: I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit;
Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I lore in vain, strive against hope ;
Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve,
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love,
For loving where you do: but, if yourself,
Whosc aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever, in so true a flame of liking,
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both hersell and love; O then, give pity
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
But lend and give, where she is sure to lose ;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.

Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly,
To go to Paris ?

Madam, I had.

Wherefore, tell true.
Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear.
You know, my father left me some prescriptions
of rare and proved effects, such as his reading,
And manifest experience, had collected
For general sovereignty, and that he will'd me
In heedfullest reservation to bestow them,
As notes, whose faculties inclusive were,
More than they were in note : amongst the rest,
There is a remedy, approved, set down,
To cure the desperate languishes, whereof
The king is render'd lost.

This was your motive
For Paris, was it ? speak.
Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this ;

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King. Farewell, young lord, these warlike principles Do not throw from you and you, my lord, farewell :

Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,
Had, from the conversation of my thoughts,
Haply, been absent then.

But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
He would receive it?' He and his physicians
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,
They, that thes cannot help: How shall the credit
A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools,
Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left of
The danger to itself?

There's something hiats, or his profession, that his good receipt

than my father's skill, which was the greatest
By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour
But give me leave to try success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure,
By such a day and hour.

Dost thou believe't ?
Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly,

Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and
Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings
To those of mine in court; I'll stay at home,
And pray God's blessing into thy attempt :
Be gone tomorrow; and be sure of this,
What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.

ACT II. SCENE - Paris. A Room in the King's Palach Plourish. Enter_KING, with young Lords, taking leare for the Florentine warBERTRAN, PAROLLES, and ditendants.



Share the advice betwixt you; if botb gain all,
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
And is enough for both.
1 Lord.

It is our hope, slr,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.

King. No, no, it cannot be; and get my heart
Will not confess, he owes the malady
That doch my life besiege. Farewell, young lorda

Whether I live or die, be you th sons
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy
(Those 'bated that inherit but the fall
of the last monarchy) see, that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it, when
The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud: 1 say, farewell.

2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!
King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them;
They say, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you serve.

Our hearts receive your warnings.
King. Farewell.- Come hither to me.

(The King retires to a couch.) | Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark

[us ! 2 Lord.

0, 'tis brave wars !
Par. Most admirable: I have seen 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 stand to it, boy, steal away bravely.

Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn,
But one to dance with: By Heaven I'll steal away.

| Lord. There's honour in the theft.

Commit it, count.
2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell.
Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured
1 Lord. Farewell, captain.

[bods. 2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles !

Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin.
Good sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals :
You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one
captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war,
here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword
intrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his
reports for me.
2 Lord. We shall, noble captain.

Par. Mars dote on you for his novices ! [Exeunt
Lords.]-What will you do?
Ber. Stay; the king-

(Seeing him risc.) Par. Use a more specious ceremony

the noble lords ; you have restrained yourself within the list of too cold an adieu : be more expressive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there, do muster true gait, eat, speak, and move under the

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