2 Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars. Par. Moft admirable; I have feen thofe 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 ftand to it, boy, fteal away bravely. Ber. Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a smock, Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry, 'Till Honour be bought up, and no fword worn But one to dance with? by heav'n, I'll steal 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. 1 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. 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. 2 Lord. We fhall, noble captain. Par. Mars doat on you for his novices! what will ye do? Ber. Stay the King Par. Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords, you have restrain'd yourself within the lift of too cold an adieu; be more expreffive to them, for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there, do mufter true gait, eat, fpeak, and move under the influence of the moft receiv'd ftar; and tho' the devil lead the measure, 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. SCENE Enter the King, and Lafeu. II. [Lafeu kneels. Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to ftand 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. King. I would, I had; fo I had broke thy pate, And afk'd thee mercy for❜t. Laf. Goodfaith, across :—but, my good Lord, 'tis thus ; Will you be cur'd of your infirmity? King, No. Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? 9 Yes, but you will, my noble grapes; an if My royal fox could reach them: I have feen a medicine, Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canary To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand, If King. What her is this? Laf. Why, doctor-fhe: my Lord, there's one arriv'd, you will fee her. Now, by my faith and honour, If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance, I have spoke With one, that in her fex, her years, profeffion, King. Now, good Lafeu, Bring in the admiration, that we with thee 8 — across :-] This word, as has been already obferved, is ufed when any pafs of wit mif carries. deed rejected without great lofs, but I believe they are Shakefeare's words. You will eat, fays Lafeu, no grapes. Yes, but you 9 Yes, but you will, my noble will eat fuch noble grapes as I grapes; an' if] Thefe bring you, if you could reach words, my noble seem to them. grapes, Dr. Warburton and Sir T. Hin1; er, to ftand fo much in the way, that they have filently cmitted them. They may be in X 3 1 her years, profeffion,] By profefon is meant her declaration of the end and purpose of her coming. WARBURTON. Laf. Laf. Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all day neither. [Exit Lafeu. King. Thus he his fpecial nothing ever prologues. Laf. [Returns.] Nay, come your ways. [Bringing in Helena. King. This hafte hath wings, indeed. This is his Majefty, fay your mind to him; [Exit. King. Now, fair One, do's your business follow us? Hel. Ay, my good Lord. Gerard de Narbon was my father, In what he did profefs, well found. Kng. I knew him. Hel. The rather will I fpare my praife toward 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, Safer than mine own two: more dear I have fo; 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 Our great felf and our credit, to esteem King. I cannot give thee lefs, to be call'd grateful; Thou thought'st to help me, and fuch thanks I give, As one near death to thofe that wifh 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. When judges have been babes; great floods have flown Where most it promifes: and oft it hits King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind Thy pains, not us'd, muft by thyself be paid: ↑ When miracles have by th' greatest been deny'd.] I do not fee the import or connection of this line. As the next line X 4 ftands without a correspondent rhyme, I fufpect that fomething has been loft. Proffers, |