That's able to breathe life into a stone; * Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary, To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, King. What her is this? Laf. Why, doctor she: My lord, there's one arrived, In this my light deliverance, I have spoke With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession, 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 King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us? Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him; Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one, Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so: King. We thank you, maiden; But may not be so credulous of cure, * A lively dance. Well esteemed. + Pandarus. [Exit. When our most learned doctors leave us; and To empirics; or to dissever so Our great self and our credit, to esteem A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful: Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, Oft does them by the weakest minister: So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, ̧ When judges have been babes.* Great floods have flown, 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 barr'd: 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 ;† 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? Within what 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; * An allusion to Daniel judging the two elders. Or four-and-twenty times the pilot's glass Hel. Tax of impudence, A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame,- King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth speak; In common sense, sense savest another way. 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; 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; King. Here is my hand; the premises observed, More should I question thee, and more I must: [Flourish. Exeunt. *The worst said of me that can be said of the worst. + Valued place. SCENE II-Rousillon. A Room in the COUNTESS's Palace. Enter COUNTESS and CLOWN. Count. Come on, Sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding. Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught; I know my business is but to the court. Count. To the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court! Clo. Truly, Madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court: but for me, I have an answer will serve all men. Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits all questions. Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock. Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions? Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffata punk, as Tib's rush* for Tom's forefinger, as a pan-cake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for Mayday, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin. Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions? Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit any question. Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size that must fit all demands. Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't: Ask me if I am a courtier; it shall do you no harm to learn. Count.-to be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, Sir, are you à courtier ? Clo. O Lord, Sir! There's a simple putting off; a hundred of them. more, more, Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. Clo. O Lord, Sir!-Thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think, Sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. Clo. O Lord, Sir!-Spare not me. Count. Do you cry, O Lord, Sir, at your whipping, and spare not me? Indeed, your O Lord, Sir, is very sequent to your * I. e. the rush wedding-ring, used by those who could not buy a better. whipping; you would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to't. Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my-O Lord, Sir: I see, things may serve long, but not serve ever. Count. I play the noble housewife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool. Clo. O Lord, Sir,-Why, there't serves well again. Count. An end, Sir, to your business: Give Helen this, And urge her to a present answer back : Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son; This is not much. Clo. Not much commendation to them. Count. Not much employment for you: You understand me? Clo. Most fruitfully; I am there before my legs. Count. Haste you again. [Exeunt severally. SCENE III-Paris. A Room in the KING'S Palace. Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES. Laf. They say, miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons to make modern* and familiar things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear. Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times. Ber. And so 'tis. Laf. To be relinquished of the artists, Par. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus. Laf. Of all the learned and authentic fellows, Par. Right; so I say. Laf. That gave him out incurable, Par. Why, there 'tis; so say I too. Laf. Not to be helped, Par. Right: as 'twere a man assured of an Laf. Uncertain life, and sure death. Par. Just; you say well; so would I have said. Laf. I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world. Par. It is, indeed; if you will have it in showing, you shall read it in,- -What do you call there ? Laf. A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor. Laf. Why, your dolphint is not lustier; 'fore me, I speak in respect Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange; that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he is of a most facinorious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the Laf. Very hand of heaven. Par. Ay, so I say. Laf. In a most weak *Ordinary. The dauphin. # Wicked. |