Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings To those of mine own 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.
[Exeunt.
SCENE 1.-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 principles Do not throw from you :-And you, my lord, farewell :Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received, And is enough for both.
1 Lord. It is our hope, Sir, After well-enter'd soldiers, to return And find your grace in health.
_King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords; Whether I live or die, be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy (Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy) see, that you come Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when The bravest questant* shrinks, find what you seek, That fame may cry you loud : I say, farewell. 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty !
King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; They say, our French lack language to deny, If they demand: beware of being captives, Before you serve.
Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewell.—Come hither to me.
[The King retires to a couch. 1 Lord. () my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us ! Par. 'Tis not his fault: the spark2 Lord. O, 'tis brave wars! Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coilI with; Too 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, * Seeker.
+ Be not captives before you are soldiers. # With a noise, bustle.'
$ To lead ladies out to dance.
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, But one to dance with ! * 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. 2 Lord. Sweet Monsieur Parolles !
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 intrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his reports for me.
2 Lord. We shall, noble captain.
Par. Mars dote 'on you for his novices ! [Exeunt LORDS.) What will you do? Ber. Stay, the king
[Seeing him rise. Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the list of too cold an adieu : be more expressive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there, do muster true gait, I eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, & such are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.
Ber. And I will do so.
Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy swordmen.
[Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES.
Enter LAFEU. Laf. Pardon, my lord [Kneeling], for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to stand up.
Laf. Then here's a man Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you Had kneeld, my lord, to ask me mercy; and That, at my bidding, you could so stand up.
King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for’t.
Laf. Goodfaith, across : || But my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cured 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: I have seen a medicine,
That's able to breathe life into a stone; Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary,* With sprightly fire and motion; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay, To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, And write to her a love-line.
King. What her is this?
Laf. Why, doctor she: My lord, there's one arrived, If you will see 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 sex, her years, profession, Wisdom, and constancy, hath amazed 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, Bring in the admiration; that we with thee May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, By wond'ring how thou took'st it.
'Laf. Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all day neither.
[Exit LAFEU. King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA. Laf. Nay, come your ways. King. This haste hath wings indeed.
Laf. Nay, come your ways;. This is his majesty, say your mind to him: A traitor you do look like; but such traitors His majesty seldom fears: 'I am Cressid's uncle,t That dare leave two together; fare you well.
[Exit. King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was My father; in what he did profess, well found. I
King. I knew him.
Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him ; Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one, Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, And of his old experience the only darling, He bade me store up, as a triple eye, $. Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so: And hearing your high majesty is touch'd With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power, I come to tender it, and my appliance, With all bound humbleness.
King. We thank you, maiden: But may not be so credulous of cure,- * A lively dance.
+ Pandarus. * Well esteemed.
SA third eye.
When our most learned doctors leave us; and The congregated college have concluded That labouring art can never ransom nature From her inaidable estate,-I say we must not So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, To prostitute our past-cure malady To empirics; or to dissever so Our great self and our credit, to esteem A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. _Hel. My duty, then, shall pay me for my pains: I will no more enforce mine office on you: Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts A modest one, to bear me back again.
King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful : Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give, As one near death to those that wish him live: But, what at full I know, thou know'st no part; I knowing all my peril, thou no art.
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, Oft does them by the weakest minister: So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, When judges have been babes.* Great floods have floin, From simple sources; and great seas have dried, When miracles have by the greatest been denied. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits, Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits.
King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid; Thy pains, not used, must by thyself be paid: Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barrd: It is not so with him that all things knows, As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows: But most it is presumption in us, when The help of heaven we count the act of men. Dear Sir, to my endeavours give consent; Of heaven, not me, make an experiment. I am not an impostor, that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim ;f But know I think, and think I know most sure, My art is not past power, nor you past cure.
King. Art thou so confident? Vithin wliat space Hop'st thou my cure ? _Hel. The greatest grace lending grace, Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp;
Or four-and-twenty times the pilot's glass Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass; What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly, Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence, What dar'st thou venture ?
Hel. Tax of impudence, A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, Traduced by odious ballads; my maiden's name Seard otherwise; no worse of worst extended ;* With vilest torture let my life be ended.
King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth speak; His powerful sound, within an organ weak: And what impossibility would slay In common sense, sense savest another way. Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate; Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all That happiness and primes can happy call: Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate. Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try ;. That ministers thine own death, if I die.
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property || Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die; And well deserved : Not helping, death 's my fee; But, if I help, what do you promise me?
King. Make thy demand. Hel. But will you make it even ? King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of heaven.
Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand, What husband in thy power I will command: Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royal blood of France; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state : But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
King. Here is my hand; the premises observed, Thy will by my performance shall be served; So make the choice of thy own time; for I, Thy resolved patient, on thee still rely. More should I question thee, and more I must: Though, more to know, could not be more to trust; From whence thou cam’st, how tended on,-But rest Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest. — Give me some help here, ho !--If thou proceed As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.
[Flourish. Exeunt.
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