Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress! 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. Hel. Then, I confess, My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: That he is loy'd of me: I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit; Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him ; The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Hel. Madam, I had. 1 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 experience, had collected For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me 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 languishes, 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, Count. But think you, Helen, If you should tender your supposed aid, He would receive it? He and his physicians Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off Hel. There's something hints, 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 honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture Count. Dost thou believe't? Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly. your Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, s Appearance. 6 Exhausted of their skill. Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND. 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 lord, these warlike principles Do not throw from you: -and you, my lord, fare well: Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, And is enough for both. 1 Lord. After well-enter'd soldiers, to return It is our hope, sir, heart And find your grace in health. King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my Will not confess he owes the malady 1 That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords; 7 i. e. The Roman empire. Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when 8 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. 9 [The King retires to a couch. 1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay be hind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark. 2 Lord. 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 Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, 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: 8 Seeker, enquirer. 9 Be not captives before you are soldiers. VOL. III. 1 In a bustle. S 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 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 time2, there, do muster true gait3, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure 4, 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, [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 Laf. Goodfaith, across ': But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd 2 They are the foremost in the fashion. 4 The dance. 5 Unskilfully; a phrase taken from the exercise at a quintaine. |