(Thofe 'bated, that inherit but the Fall 2 Lord. Health at your bidding ferve your Majefty! King. Thofe girls of Italy,take heed of them; They fay, our French lack language to deny, If they demand: beware of being captives, Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. [To Attendants. [Exit. 1 Lord. Oh, my fweet Lord, that you will ftay behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark 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, steal away bravely. Ber. Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a fmock, 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. 1 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. Higher Italy; giving it the Rank of Preference to France; but he corrects himself and fays, I except Those from that Precedency, who only inherit the Fall of the laft Monarchy; as all the little petty States; for inftance, Florence to whom thefe Voluntiers were going. As if he had faid, I give the Place of Honour to the Emperor and the Pope, but not to the free States. All here is clear; and 'tis exactly Shakespeare's Manner, who lov'd to fhew his Reading on fuch Occafions, Mr. Warburton. 3 Lord. 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. (7) 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. 1 Lord. We fhall, noble captain. Par. Mars doat on you for his novices! what will ye do? [Exeunt Lords. Ber. Stay; the King— Par. Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords, you have restrain'd your felf 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 muster true gate, eat, fpeak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd star; and tho' the devil lead the meafure, 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 moft finewy fword-men. Enter the King, and Lafeu. [Exeunt. Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to stand 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.. (7) You shall find in the Regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, his Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War here on his finifter Cheek ;] It is furprizing, none of the Editors could fee that a flight Tranfpofition was abfolutely neceffary here, when there is not common Senfe in the Paffage, as it ftands without fuch Tranfpofition. Parolles only means, "You fhall find one Captain "Spurio in the Camp with a Scar on his left Cheek, a Mark of War that my Sword gave him.” VOL. III. King. I would, I had; so I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for't. Laf. Goodfaith, across: thus ; but, my good Lord, 'tis Will you be cur'd of your infirmity ? King. No. Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? Yes, but you will, my noble grapes; an if My royal fox could reach them: (8) I have seen a Med'cin, That's able to breathe life into a stone; Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canary To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand, King. What her is this? Laf. Why, doctor-fhe: my Lord, there's one ar riv'd, If you will fee her. Now, by my faith and honour, In this my light deliverance, I have spoke King. Now, good Lafeu, Bring in the admiration, that we with thee fee her, May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, By wond'ring how thou took'ft it. Laf. Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all day neither. [Exit Lafeu. King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. (8) I have seen a Medecine,] Lafeu does not mean that he has feen a Remedy, but a Person bringing fuch Remedy. I therefore imagine, our Author used the French Word, Medecin, i. e. a Physician; this agrees with what he subjoins immediately in Reply to the King, Why, Doctor-She; and write to her a Love-line. Laf. 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. Hel. The rather will I fpare my praise towards him; Knowing him, is enough: on's bed of death Many receipts he gave me, chiefly one, Safer than mine own two: more dear I have fo; King. We thank you, maiden; Our great felf and our credit, to esteem A fenfeless help, when help paft fense we deem. King. (Thofe 'bated, that inherit but the Fall Of the laft Monarchy ;) fee, that you come 2 Lord. Health at your bidding serve your Majesty ! They fay, our French lack language to deny, Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewel. Come hither to me. [To Attendants. [Exit. 1 Lord. Oh, my fweet Lord, that you will ftay behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the fpark 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 fmock, 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 fteal away. 1 Lord. There's honour in the theft. Par. Commit it, Count. 2 Lord. I am your acceflary, and fo farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd body. Higher Italy; giving it the Rank of Preference to France; but he corrects himself and fays, I except Thofe from that Precedency, who only inherit the Fall of the laft Monarchy; as all the little petty States; for inftance, Florence to whom thefe Voluntiers were going. As if he had faid, I give the Place of Honour to the Emperor and the Pope, but not to the free States. All here is clear; and 'tis exactly Shakespeare's Manner, who lov'd to fhew his Reading on fuch Occafions, Mr. Warburton. 1 Lord. |