which my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends. Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: so farewell. [Exit. Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. What power is't which mounts my love so high; That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye? The mightiest space in nature fortune brings To join like likes, and kiss like native things. Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their pains in sense; and do suppose, What hath been cannot be. Who ever strove To show her merit, that did miss her love? The king's disease-my project may deceive me; But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. [Exit. SCENE II.-Paris. A Room in the KING'S Palace. Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING of France, with letters; Lords and others attending. King. The Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue A braving war. 1 Lord. So 'tis reported, sir. King. Nay, 'tis most credible: we here receive it 1 Lord. King. He hath arm'd our answer, And Florence is denied before he comes: Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see The Tuscan service, freely have they leave To stand on either part. 2 Lord. It may well serve A nursery to our gentry, who are sick For breathing and exploit. King. What's he comes here? Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES. 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram. King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father, and myself, in friendship First tried our soldiership. He did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; But on us both did haggish age steal on, And wore us out of act. It much repairs me To talk of your good father. In his youth He had the wit, which I can well observe To-day in our young lords; but they may jest, Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, Ere they can hide their levity in honour : So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride, or sharpness; if they were, : His equal had awak'd them and his honour, Ber. As in your royal speech. King. 'Would I were with him! He would always say, (Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, 2 Lord. You are lov'd, sir; They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. King. I fill a place, I know't.-How long is't, count, Since the physician at your father's died? He was much fam'd. Ber. Some six months since, my lord. King. If he were living, I would try him yet:— Lend me an arm :-the rest have worn me out With several applications: nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; My son's no dearer. Ber. Thank your majesty. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Rousillon. A Room in the COUNTESS'S Palace. Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown. Count. I will now hear: what say you of this gentlewoman? Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them. Count. What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah: the complaints I have heard of you, I do not all believe: 'tis my slowness, that I do not; for I know you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours. Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow. Count. Well, sir. Clo. No, madam; 'tis not so well, that I am poor, though many of the rich are damned. But, if I may have your ladyship's good-will to go to the world, Isbel, the woman, and I will do as we may. Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? Clo. I do beg your good-will in this case. Count. In what case? Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is no heritage; and, I think, I shall never have the blessing of God, till I have issue of my body, for they say, bairns are blessings. Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh, and he must needs go that the devil drives. it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart.—I am going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither. [Exit. Count. Well, now. Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely. Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds: there Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such is more owing her than is paid, and more shall be paid as they are. her than she'll demand. Count. Is this all your worship's reason? Count. May the world know them? Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry that I may repent. Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness. Clo. I am out o' friends, madam; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake. Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am a-weary of. He, that ears my land, spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the crop: if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge. He that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend; ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for young Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howsome'er their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both one; they may joll horns together, like any deer i' the herd. Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave? Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than, I think, she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate to herself, her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son: fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or ransom afterward. This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in; which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal, sithence in the loss that may happen it concerns you something to know it. Count. You have discharged this honestly: keep it to yourself. Many likelihoods informed me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt. Pray you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your honest care. I will speak with you farther anon. [Exit Steward. Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young: If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong; the next way: For I the ballad will repeat, Which men full true shall find; Count. Get you gone, sir: I'll talk with you more anon. Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you? of her I am to speak. Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would speak with her; Helen, I mean. Clo. Was this fair face, quoth she, the cause, And gave this sentence then; There's yet one good in ten. Count. What! one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah. Clo. One good woman in ten, madam, which is a purifying o' the song, and mending o' the sex. Would God would serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with the tithe-woman if I were the parson. One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born-but one-every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out, ere he pluck one. Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you? Clo. That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done!—Though honesty be no puritan, yet Our blood to us, this to our blood is born: By our remembrances of days foregone Count. I am a mother to you. Hel. Mine honourable mistress. You know, Helen, Nay, a mother. That were en wombed mine. 'Tis often seen, Count. I say, I am your mother. That I am not. Pardon, madam; Hel. He must not be my brother. my brother? To say, That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so? Hel. Good madam, pardon me. Count. Do you love my son? Hel. Count. Love you my son? Hel. Do not you love him, madam? Count. Go not about: my love hath in't a bond, Whereof the world takes note. Come, come, disclose The state of your affection, for your passions Have to the full appeach'd. Your pardon, noble mistress. Hel. Then, I confess, [Kneeling. Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven, By any token of presumptuous suit; Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him, The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, 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 manifold experience had collected For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them, As notes, whose faculties inclusive were More than they were in note. Amongst the rest, There is a remedy approv'd, set down To cure the desperate languishings whereof The king is render'd lost. Count. For Paris, was it? speak. This was your motive 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 you, 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 A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off The danger to itself? Hel. There's something in't, More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly. Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings And pray God's blessing unto thy attempt. Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, What I can help thee to thou shalt not miss. [Exeunt. ACT II. 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 lords. These warlike principles Do not throw from you :-and you, my lords, farewell. Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd, And is enough for both. 1 Lord. "Tis 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 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty! 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 behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault, the spark. 2 Lord. O, 'tis brave wars! Par. Most admirable: I have seen those 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 stand to't, 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. 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 entrenched it: say to him, I live, and observe his reports of me. 2 Lord. We shall, noble captain. [Exeunt Lords. Par. Mars dote on you for his novices !-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; 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 sword-men. [Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES. Enter LAFEU. Laf. Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings. [Kneeling. King. I'll see thee to stand up. Laf. Then here a man stands, that has brought his pardon. [Rising. I would, you had kneel'd, 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: Laf. O! will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? I have seen A medicine that's able to breathe life into a stone, To give great Charlemaine a pen in's hand, If What her is this? Laf. Why, doctor she. My lord, there's one arriv'd, 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 Nay, I'll fit you, Laf. Nay, come your ways. This haste hath wings, indeed. Laf. Nay, come your ways. This is his majesty, say your mind to him : In what he did profess well found. We thank you, maiden ; 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: When judges have been babes. Great floods have flown From simple sources; and great seas have dried, King. I must not hear thee: fare thee well, kind maid. Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd. The help of heaven we count the act of men. But know I think, and think I know most sure, Hel. Hel. King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth speak, In common sense, sense saves another way. Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die; And well deserv'd. Not helping, death's my fee; To choose from forth the royal blood of France, King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd, 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 pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, 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. pray you, sir, are you a courtier ? I Clo. O Lord, sir!-there's a simple putting off.More, more, a hundred of them. Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves Clo. O Lord, sir!-Nay, put me to't, I warrant you. Count. Do you cry, "O Lord, sir," at your whipping, and "spare not me?" Indeed, your "O Lord, sir," is very sequent to your 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-"0 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, |