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I am a mother to you.
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,
For loving where you do: but, if yourself,
Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and love: 0 then give pity
To her, whose state is such, that caunot choose
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly, where she dies.
Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly,
To go to Paris?
Hel. 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 experievce, 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,
Count. This was your motive
For Paris, was it? speak !
Count. Yes, flelen, you might be my daughter-in-law; Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,
They, that they cannot help. How shall they credit
thou dost not: therefore tell me true; A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, But tell me then, 'tis so :-for, look, thy cheeks Embowell’d of their doctrine, have left off Confess it, one to the other; and thine eyes
| The danger to itself?
Hel. There's something hints,
More than my father's skill, which was the greatest
of his profession, that his good receipt
By the luckiest stars in heaven:and, would your honour
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure,
By such a day and hour.
Count. Dost thou believe't?
Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave,and love,
Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings
To those of mine in court. I'll stay at home,
A CT II.
SCENE 1- Paris. A room in the King's palace.
Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords taking leave
King. Farewell, young lords, these warlike principles
Do not throw from you:--and you, my lords, farewell!
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv’d,
And is enough for both.
1 Lord. It is our hope, sir,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
My noble grapes, an if my royal fox And find your grace in health.
Could reach them. I have seen a medicine,
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary,
Is powerful to araise king Pepin, way,
To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, (Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall
And write to her a love-line.
King. What her is this?
Laf. Why, doctor she. My lord, there's one arriv'd,
2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty! In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz'd me more,
Than I dare blame my weakness. Will you see her
(For that is her demand, and know her business?
That done, laugh well at me!
King. Now, good Lafeu,
By wondering how thou took'st it.
Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,
Re-enter LAFEV, with Helena.
Laf. Nay, come your ways !
His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together ; fare you well! (Exit.
My father; in what he did profess, well found.
King. I knew him.
Safer than mine owu two, more dear; I have so:
With that malignant cause, v herein the hononr
[Seeing him rise. Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
From her enaidable estate,-- Isay, we must not
So stain our judgement, or corrupt our hope,
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
tidings? | Hel. My duty then shall pay me formy pains :
I will no more enforce mine office on you;
King, I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give,
As one near death to those that wish him live:
But, what at fullI know, thou know'st no part;
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy:
He that of greatest works is finisher,
So holy writ in babes hath judgement shown,
From whence thou cam’st, how tended on, - but rest
SCENE II. - Rousillon. A room in the Countess's King.I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid !
Inter Countess and Clouin.
of your breeding.
Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly tanght:
Count. To the court! why, what place make you
But to the court !
Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any man-
ners, he may easily put it off at court: he, that cannot Myself against the level of mine aim;
ce a leg, putofl's cap,kiss his hand,and say nothing,
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits all liel. The greatest gracelending grace,
questions. Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks ; Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-butEre twice in murk aud occidental damp,
tock, or any buttock. Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp ; Count. Will
l your answerserve fit to all questions? Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass; as your French crown for your tallata punk, as Tib's What is inhrm from your sound parts shall fly, rush for Tom's fore-finger, as as pan-cake for ShroveHealth shall live free, and sickness freely die. Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, King. Upon thy certainty and confidence,
the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a What dar'st thou venture?
wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; Hel. Tax of impudence,
nay, as the pudding to his skin. A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame,
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for Traduc'd by odious ballads; my maiden's name all questions? Sear'd otherwise; no worse of worst extended, Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your conWith vilest torture let my life be ended.
stable, it will fit any question. King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth Count. It must be an answer of most monstrons size, speak:
that must fit all demands. His powerful sound, within an organ weak:
clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned And what impossibility would slay
should speak truth ofit: here it is, and all that belongs In common sense, sense saves another way.
to't. Ask me, if I am a courtier; it shall do you no Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate
harm tolearn. Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate;
Count. To be young again, if we could: I will be a Youth, beanty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all foolin question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. That happiness and prime can happy call :
I pray yon, sir, are you a courtier ? Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
Clo. O Lord, sir, — There's a simple putting off: – Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate.
more, more, a hundred of them. Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try;
Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours,that loves you. That ministers thine own death, if I die.
Clo. O Lord, sir, — thick, thick, spare not me. Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely of what I spoke, unpitied let me dic, And well deserv'd! Not helping, death's my fee; Clo. O Lord, sir,- nay, put me to't, I warrant you. But, if I help, what do you promise me?
Count. You were lately whipped, sir, as I think. King. Make thy demand !
Clo. O Lord, sir, llel. But will you make it even ?
Cuunt. Do you cry, O Lord, sir, at your whipping, King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of heaven. and spare not me? Indeed, your 0 Lörd, sir, is very Hel. Then thou shalt give me, with thy kingly land, sequent to your whipping: You would answer very well What husband in thy power I will command. to a whipping, if you were but bound to't. Exempted be from me the arrogance,
Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my-O Lord. To choose from forth the royal blood of France, My low and humble name to propagate
sir : I see, things may serve long, but not serve ever.
Count. I play the noble housewife with the time, to any branch or image of thy state:
entertain it so merrily with a fool. But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
Clo. O Lord, sir,
why, there't serves well agaii:. Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
Count. An end, sir, to your business: give Helen this, King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd,
And urge her to a present answer back: Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd. Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son ; So make the choice of thy own time! for I,
This is not much. Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
Clo. Not much commendation to them. More should I question thee, and more I must;
Count. Not much employment for you: Yon underThough, more to know, could not be more to trust;
- spare not me!
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Clo. Most fruitfully; I am there before my legs.
All. Weunderstand it, and thank heaven for you.
That, I protest, I simply am a maid:
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly; Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder, that And to imperial Love, thať god most high, hath shot out in our latter times.
Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit?
1 Lord. And grantit.
Hel. Thanks, sir: all the rest is mute.
ace for my life. Par. Right, so I say.
Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Laf. That gave him out incurable, –
Before I speak, too threateningly replies: Par. Why, there'tis; so say I too.
Love make your fortunes twenty times above Laf. Not to be helped,
Her that so wishes, and her humble love! Par. Right: as 'twere a man assured of an
2 Lord. No better, if you please. Laf. Uncertain life, and sure death.
Hel. My wish receive,
Which great love grant! and so I take my leave.
to the Turk, to make eunuchs of.
should take; Par. That's it I would have said ; the very same.
I'll never do you wrong for your own sake: Laf. Why, your dolphin is not lustier ; ''fore me, I Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed speak in respect
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed! Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have briefaud the tedious ofit; and he is of a ost facino : sure, they are bastards to the English; the French rous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the
ne'er got them. Laf. Very hand of heaven.
Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, Par. Ay, so I say.
To make yourself a son out of my blood. Laf. Jo a most weak –
4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so. Par.And debile minister,great power, great transcen- Laf. There's
one grape yet, -- I am sure, thy father dence: which should, indeed, give us a further use to drank wine.-But if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth be made, than alone the recovery of the king, as to be of fourteen; I have
known thee already. Laf. Generally thankful.
Hel.I dare not say I take you ;[ To Bertram.]but I give
Into your guiding power.
This is the man. theking
King. Why then, young Bertrain, take her, she's the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head. Why, In such a business give me leave to use Laf. Lustick, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid thy wife.
Ber. My wife, my liege ?I shall beseech your highness, he's able to lead her a coranto. Par. Mort du Vinaigre! Is not this Helen?
The help of mine own eyes. Laf. 'Fore God, I think so.
King. Know'st thon not, Bertram,
What she has dope for me? King. Go, call before me all the lords in court!
(Exit an Attendant.
Ber. Yes, my good lord ; Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
But never hope to know why Ishould marry her. And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
King. Thou know'st,she has rais'd me from my sickly
bed. Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive The coufirmation of my promis'd gift,
Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down Which but attends thy naming.
Must answer for your rising? I know her well;
She had her breeding at my father's charge:
A poor physician's daughter my wife! - Disdaio
King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress In differences so mighty. If she be
Laf, I'd give bay Curtal, and his furniture, A poor physician's daughter,) thou dislik'st
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed: Notone ofthose, but had a noble father.
Where great additions swell, and virtue none, Hel. Gentlemen,
It is a dropsied hononr: good alone Heaven hath, through me, restor'd the king to health. Is good, without a name; vileness is so :
The property by what it is should go,
Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
title age cannot bring thee.
Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
pretty wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of And is not like the sire. Honours best thrive,
thy travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs, and the banWhen rather from our acts we them derive,
nerets, about thee, did manifoldly dissuade me from Than our fore-goers: the mere word's a slave, believing thee a vessel of too great aburden. I have now Debauch'd on every tomb; on every grave
found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not : yet A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb,
art thou good for nothing but taking up; and that thou
Laf. Do not plungethyself too farin anger, lest thou Is her own dower; honour, and wealth, from me. hasten thy trial; which if - Lord have mercy on the Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't. for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee King. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou should'st strive well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through to choose.
thee. Give me thy hand.
Luf. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
Par. Well, I shall be wiser.
pull at a smack o'the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound Shall weigh thee to the beam : that wilt not know, in thy scarf, and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be It is in us to plant thine honour, where
proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt, acquaintance with thee, or rather my kuowledge; that Obey our will, which travails in thy good!
I may say, in the default, heis a man I know.
Par.My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.
Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my Which both thy duty owes, and our power claims; poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
thee, in what motion age will give me leave. (Exit. Into the staggers, and the careless lapse
Par. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace of youth and ignorance, both my revenge and hate, off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! – Well, i Loosing upon thee in the name of justice,
must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. I'll Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer ! beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with any con
Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit venience, an he were double, and double a lord. I'll
have no more pity of his age, than I would have of -
news for you; you have a new mistress.
Par. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to King. Take her by the hand,
make some reservation of your wrongs. He is my good
Laf. Who? God?
Par, Ay, sir.
Laf. The devil it is, that's thy master. Why dost
hose of thy sleeves? do other servants so ? Thou wert Shall seem expedient on the new-born brief,
best set thy lower part where thy nose stands.By mine And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast | honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'd beat thee: Shall more attend upon the coming space,
methinks, thou art a general offence, and every man Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'st her, should beat thee. I think, thou wast created for men Thy love's to me religious ; else, does err.
to breathe themselves upon thee. [Exeunt King, Bertram, Helena, Lords, and Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord. Attendants.
Laf. Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking Laf. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you ! a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, Par. Your pleasure, sir ?
and no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords, Laf. Your lord and master did well to make his re- and honourable personages, than the heraldry of your cantation. Pur. Recantation? – My lord? my master ?
birth and virtues gives you commission. You are not Laf. Ay; is it not a language, I speak ?
worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you.
(Exit. Par. A most harsh one; and not to be understood
Par. Good, very good ; it is so then. — Good, very
good; let it be concealed a while.
Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
Par. What is the matter, sweet heart?
Ber. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn, Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are I will not bed her,
Par. What? what, sweet heart?