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The court's a learning-place; and he is one
Par. What ove, i'faith?
Hel. That wishing well bad not a body in't,
Enter a Page.
Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
[Erit Page. Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star,
Par. Under Mars, I.
Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the safety: But the composition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize
• i. e. And show by realities what we now must only think.
thee, so thou wilt be capable* of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thiue unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends : get thee a good hus. band, and use him as he uses thee : so farewell.
[Exit. Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. What power is it, which mounts my love so high; That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes, and kiss like native things t. Impossible be strange attempts, to those That weigh their paius in sense; and do suppose, What hath been cannot be : Who ever strove To show her merit, that did miss her love? The king's disease-my project may deceive me. But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me,
* . c. Thou wilt comprehend it.
Paris. A room in the King's palace.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France,
with letters; Lords and others attending. King. The Florentines and Senoys* are by the
ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue A braving war.
1 Lord. So'tis reported, sir.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
His love and wisdom,
He hath arm'd our answer,
It may well serve
What's he comes here?
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram.
• The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is the capital.
King. 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 May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris,
Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father, and myself, in frievdship First try'd our soldiership! He did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; But on us both did haggish age steal on, And wore us out of act. It much repairs* me To talk of your good father: In his youth He had the wit, which I can well observe To-day in our young lords; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, Ere they can hide their levity in honour. So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Exception bide him speak, and, at this time, His tongue obey'd his t hand: who were below him He us'd as creatures of another place; And bow'd his eminent top to their low rauks, Making them proud of his humility, In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man Might be a copy to these younger times; Which, follow'd well, would démonstrate them now But goers backward. Ber.
His good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; So in approoff lives not his epitaph, As in your royal speech. King. 'Would, I were with him! He would ala
ways say, (Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words
* To repair here signifies to renovate.
He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
You are lov'd, sir; They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. King. I fill a place, I know't.-How long is't,
Some six months since, my lord.
Thank your majesty.
• Who have no other use of their faculties than to invent new modes of dress.