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So I were not his sister: Can't no other,
Good madam, pardon me!
Your pardon, noble mistress!
Do not you love him, madam!
Then, I confess,
your grief, 1 According to their nature.
Be not offended; for it hurts not him,
Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly,
Madam, I had. Count.
Wherefore? tell true: Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. You know, my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd 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 uote #: amongst the rest,
* i. e. Whose respectable conduct in age proves that you were no less virtuous when young.
ti.e. Venus. | Receipts in which greater virtues were enclosed than appeared.
There is a remedy, approv'd, set down,
This was your motive For Paris, was it? speak.
Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this; Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, Had, from the conversation of my thoughts, Haply, been absent then. Count.
But think yon, 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 they cannot help: How shall they credit А poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Embowell'd of their doctrine*, have left off The danger to itself? Hel.
There's something hints,
Dost thou believe't?
and love, 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 to-morrow; and be sure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.
• Exhausted of their skill.
SCENE I. Paris. A room in the King's palace.
Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords taking
leave for the Florentine war; Bertram, Parolles, and attendants.
King. Farewell, young lord, these warlike princi
ples, Do not throw from you:-aud you, my lord, fare.
It is our hope, sir,
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
majesty! King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; They say, our French lack language to deny,
•ė. e. Those excepted who possess
modern Italy, the remains of the Roman empire.
1 Seeker, enquirer.
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewell.--Come hither to me.
[The King retires to a couch. 1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay be.
hind us? Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark2 Lord.
0, 'tis brave wars! Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil t with; Тоо
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 f! By heaven, I'll steal away,
1 Lord. There's honour in the theft. Par.
Commit it, count, 2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell.
Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
1 Lord. Farewell, captain.
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 enrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his
reports for me.
Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! (Ereunt Lords.] What will
* Be not captives before you are soldiers. + With a poise, bustle. * In Shakspeare's time it was usual for gentlemen to dance with swords on.