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es you and all flesh and blood are ; and, indeed, Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I I do marry, that I may repent.
command you ? Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wicked- Clo. That man should be at woman's com
mand, and yet no hurt done !-Though honesty Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will to have friends for my wife's sake.
wear the surplice of humility over the black Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. gown of a big heart.-I am going, forsooth: Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great the business is for Helen to come hither. friends; for the knaves come to do that for me,
[Exit Clown. which I am a-weary of. He, that ears my land, Count. Well now. spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlecrop: if í be his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, woman entirely. that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed flesh and blood he, that cherishes my flesh her to me; and she herself, without other adand blood, loves my flesh and blood ; he, that vantage, may lawfully make title to as much loves
my flesh and blood, is my friend : ergo, he love as she finds: there is more owing her, than that kisses my wife, is my friend. If men could is paid ; and more shall be paid her, than she'll be contented to be what they are, there were no demand. fear in marriage; for young Charbon the puritan, Steu. Madam, I was very late more near her and old Poysam the papist, howsoe’er their hearts than, I think, she wished me: alone she was, are severed in religion, their heads are both one, and did communicate to herself, her own words they may joll horns together, like any deer i’the to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for herd.
her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and matter was, she loved your son : Fortune, she calumnious knave?
sajl, was no goddess, that had put such differClo. A prophet I, madam ; and I speak the ence betwixt their two estates; Love, no god, that truth the next way:
would not extend his might, only where qualities
were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that For I the ballad will repeat,
would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, Which men full true shall find ; without rescue, in the first assault, or ransom Your marriage comes by destiny,
afterward: This she delivered in the most bitYour cuckoo sings by kind.
ter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin
exclaiin in: which I held my duty, speedily to Count. Get you gone, sir ; I'll talk with you acquaint you withal ; sithence, in the loss that
may happen, it concerns you something to Ştew. May it please you, madam, that he bid know it. Helen come to you: of her I am to speak. Count. You have discharged this honestly;
Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would keep it to yourself; many likelihoods informed speak with her; Helen I mean.
me of this before, which hung so tottering in
the balance, that I could neither believe, nor Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, misdoubt: Pray you, leave me: stall this in
[Singing. your bosom, and I thank you for your honest Why the Grecian sacked Troy? care : I will speak with you further anon. Fond done, done fond,
Count. Even so it was with me, when I was
young : Among nine bad if one be good,
If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn There's yet one good in ten.
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt It is the show and seal of nature's truth, the song, sirrah.
Where love's strong passion is impress'd in Clo
. One good woman in ten, madam ; which youth: is a purifying o'the song: 'Would God would By our reinembrances of days foregone, serve the world so all the year! we'd find no Such were our faults ;-or then we thought fault with the tythe-woman, if I were the par
them none. son : One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have Her eye is sick on’t; I observe her now. a good woman born but every blazing star, or Hel. What is your pleasure, madam? at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery Count. You know, Helen, well: a man may draw his heart out, ere he I am a mother to you.
Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
Count. Nay, a mother ;
Whereof the world takes note: come, come, Why not a mother ? When I said, a mother,
disclose Methought you saw a serpent : What's in mo- The state of your affection ; for your passions ther,
Have to the full appeach’d. That you start at it? I say, I am your mother; Hel. Then, I confess, And put you in the catalogue of those,
Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, That were en wonbed mine : 'Tis often seen, That before you, and next unto high heaven, Adoption strives with nature; and choice brecds I love your son :A native slip to us from foreign seeds : My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, Be not offended; for it hurts not him, Yet I express to you a mother's care :
That he is lov'd of me: I follow him not God's mercy, maiden ! does it curd thy blood, By any token of presumptuous suit; To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter, Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him ; That this distemper’d messenger of wet, Yet never know how that desert should be. The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye? I know I love in vain, strive against hope; Why? that you are my daughter?
Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve, Hel. That I am not.
I still pour in the waters of my love, Count. I say, I am your mother.
And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, Hel. Pardon, madam ;
Religious in mine error, I adore The count Rousillon cannot be my brother : The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, I am from humble, he from honour'd name : But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, No note upon my parents, his all noble: Let not your hate encounter with my love, My master, my dear lord he is; and I
For loving where you do: but, if yourself, His servant live, and will his vassal die : Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, He must not be
Did ever, in so true a flame of liking,
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Hel. You are my mother, madam; 'Would Was both herself and love ; 0 then, give pity you were
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother,) | But lend and give, where she is sure to lose ; Indeed my mother !-or, were you both our mo- That seeks not to find that her search implies, thers,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. I care no more for, than I do for heaven,
Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak So I were not his sister : Can't no other,
truly, But, I your daughter, he must be my brother? To go to Paris ? Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daugh- Hel. Madam, I had. ter-in-law ;
Count. Wherefore ? tell true. God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. mother,
You know, my father left me some prescriptions So strive upon your pulse: What, pale again? Of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading, My fear hath catch'd your fondness : Now I see And manifest experience, had collected The mystery of your loneliness, and find
For general sovereignty; and that be will’d me Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis In heedfullest reservation to bestow them, gross,
As notes, whose faculties inclusive were, You love my son ; invention is asham’d, More than they were in note : amongst the rest, Against the proclamation of thy passion, There is a remedy, approv'd, set down, To say, thou dost not: therefore tell me true; To cure the desperate languishes, whereof But tell me then, 'tis so :-for, look, thy cheeks The king is render'd lost. Confess it, one to the other; and thine eyes Count. This was your motive See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours, For Paris, was it ? speak. That in their kind they speak it: only sin Hel. My lord your son made me to think of And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
this; That truth should be suspected : Speak, is't so ? Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, If it be so, you have wound a goodly clue ; Had, from the conversation of my thoughts, If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee, Haply, been absent then. As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, Count. But think you, Helen, To tell me truly.
If you should tender your supposed ail, Hel. Good madam, pardon me !
He would receive it? 'He and his physicians Count. Do you love my son ?
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress !
They, that they cannot help: How shell they Count. Love you my son ?
credit Hel. Do not you love him, madam?
A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Count. Go not about ; my love hath in't a Embowell’d of their doctrine, have left off bond,
The danger to itself?
Hel. There's something hints,
Count. Dost thou believe't ?
leave, and love,
Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away SCENE 1.-Paris. A room in the King's
Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a
smock, Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords taking Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
leave for the Florentine war ; Bertram, Pa- Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, ROLLES, and Attendants.
But one to dance with : By heaven I'll steal King. Farewell, young lord, these warlike
1 Lord. There's honour in the theft. Do not throw from you :-and you, my lord, Par. Cominit it, count. farewell:
2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell. Share the advice betwixt you ; if both gain all, Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tor. The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd, tured body. And is enough for both.
i Lord. Farewell, captain. 1 Lord. It is our hope, sir,
2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles ! After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are And find your grace in health.
kin. Good sparks and lustrous, a word, good King. No, no, it cannot be ; and yet my heart metals :-You shall find in the regiment of the Will not confess, he owes the malady
Spinii, one captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek ; it
was this very sword entrenched it: say to him, Whether I live or die, be you the sons
I live ; and observe his reports for me. Of worthy Frenchmen : let higher Italy,
2 Lord. We shall, noble captain. (Those "bated, that inherit but the fall
Par. Mars dote on you for his novices ! [Era Of the last monarchy,) see, that you come eunt Lords. ]-What will you do? Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
Ber. Stay ; the king- [Seeing him rise. The bravest questant shrinks, find what you Par. Use a more specious ceremony to the seek,
noble lords ; you have restrained yourself withThat fame may cry you loud: I say,
farewell. in the list of too cold an adieu : be more expres2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your sive to them; for they wear themselves in the majesty!
cap of the time, there, do muster true gait, eat, King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; speak, and move under the influence of the most They say, our French lack language to deny, received star ; and though the devil lead the If they demand : beware of being captives, measure, such are to be followed : after them,
and take a more dilated farewell. Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
Ber. And I will do so. King. Farewell.—Come hither to me.
Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most [The King retires to a couch. sinewy sword-inen. 1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you
[Exeunt Bertram and Parolles. behind us ! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark
Enter LAFEU. 2 Lord. O, 'tis brave wars ! Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars. Laf. Pardon, my lord, [Kneeling:] for me Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil and for my tidins.
King. I'll fee thee to stand up. Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early. Laf. Then here's a man
Before you serve.
Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, And of his old experience the only darling, you
He bade me store up, as a triple eye, Had kneeld, my lord, to ask me mercy; and Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so: That, at my bidding, you could so stand up. And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd King. I would I had ; so I had broke thy With that malignant cause, wherein the honour pate,
Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power, And ask'd thee mercy for't.
I come to tender it and my appliance, Laf. Goodfaith, across :
With all bound humbleness. But, my good lord, 'tis thus: Will you be cur'd King. We thank you, maiden ; of your infirmity ?
But may not be so credulous of cure,King. No.
When our most learned doctors leave us; and Laf. 0, will
The congregated college have concluded, No grapes, my royal fox ? yes, but you will, That labouring art can never ransom nature My noble grapes, an if my royal fox
From her unaidable estate,-I say, we must not Could reach them: I have seen a medicine, So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, That's able to breathe life into a stone ; To prostitute our past-cure malady Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary, To empirics; or to dissever so With sprightly fire and motion ; whose simple Our great self and our credit, to esteem touch
A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay,
Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains: To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, I will no inore enforce mine office on you ; And write to her a love-line.
Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts King. What her is this?
A modest one, to bear me back again. Laf. Why, doctor she: My lord, there's one King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd arriv'd,
grateful : If you will see her,—now, by my faith and Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks honour,
I give, If seriously I may convey my thoughts As one near death to those that wish him live: In this my light deliverance, I have spoke But, what at full I know, thou know'st no part; With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession, I knowing all my peril, thou no art. Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz’d me more Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, Than I dare blame my weakness : Will you see Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy: her
He that of greatest works is finisher, (For that is her demand,) and know her business? Oft does them by the weakest minister : That done, laugh well at me.
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, King. Now, good Lafeu,
When judges have been babes. Great floods Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
have flown May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, From simple sources; and great seas have dried, By wondering how thou took’st it.
When miracles have by the greatest been denied. Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there And not be all day neither. [Exit Lafeu. Vlere most it promises ; and oft it hits, King. Thus he his special nothing ever pro- | Where hope is collest, and despair most sits. logues.
K’ing. I must not hear thee; fare thee well,
kind maid; Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA.
Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid : Laf. Nay, come your ways.
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward. King. This haste hath wings indeed.
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd: Laf. Nay, come your ways;
It is not so with him, that all things knows, This is his majesty, say your mind to him : As 'tis with us, that square our guess by shows: A traitor you do look like ; but such traitors But inost it is presumption in us, when His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle, The help of heaven we count the act of men. That dare leave two together; fare you well. Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
[Erit. Of heaven, not me, make an experiment. King. Now, fair one, does your business fol. I am not an impostor, that proclaim low us ?
Myself against the level of mine aim; Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was But know I think, and think I know most sure, My father ; in what he did profess, well found. My art is not past power, nor you past cure. King. I knew him.
King. Art thou so confident? Within what Hel. The rather will I spare my praises to
space wards him;
Hop’st thou my cure ? Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death Hel. The greatest grace lending grace, Vany receipts he gave me; chiefly one, Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
Ere twice in murk and occidental damp,
Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp; taught: I know my business is but to the couri. Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Count. To the court! why, what place make Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass ; you special, when you put off that with such What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly, contempt? But to the court! Health shall live free, and sickness freely die. Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence, any manners, he may easily put it off at court: What dar'st thou venture?
he, that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss Hel. Tax of impudence,
his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, Traduc'd by odious ballads; my maiden's name to say precisely, were not for the court: but, Sear'd otherwise ; no worse of worst extended, for me, I have an answer will serve all men. With vilest torture let my life be ended.
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit fits all questions. doth speak;
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all His powerful sound, within an organ weak: buttocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, And what impossibility would slay
the brawn-buttock, or any buttock. In common sense, sense saves another way. Count. Will your answer serve fit to all quesThy life is dear; for all, that can rate tions ? Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate; Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of ar Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all attorney, as your French crown for your taffata That happiness and prime can happy call: punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate pan-cake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for MaySkill infinite, or monstrous desperate.
day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try ; horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, That ministers thine own death, if I die. as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; nay, as
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property the pudding to his skin. Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die;
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such And well deserv'd: Not helping, death's my fee; fitness for all questions? But, if I help, what do you promise me?
Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your King. Make thy demand.
constable, it will fit any question. Hel. But will you make it even ?
Count. It must be an answer of most mona King: Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of strous size, that must fit all demands. heaven.
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the Hel. Then thou shalt give me, with thy king- learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and ly hand,
all that belongs to't: Ask me, if I am a coure What husband in thy power I will command: tier ; it shall do you no harm to learn. Exempted be from me the arrogance
Count. To be young again, if we could: I will To choose from forth the royal blood of France; be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by My low and humble name to propagate your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a coarWith any branch or image of thy state:
tier? But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know Clo. O Lord, sir, There's a simple putting Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
off ;-more, more, a hundred of them. King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd, Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd; So make the choice of thy own time; for I, Clo: O Lord, sir,—Thick, thick, spare not ine. Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this More should I question thee, and more I must ; homely meat. Though, more to know, could not be more to Clo: O Lord, sir,-Nay, put me to't, I war.
trust; From whence thou cam'st, how tended on,
Count. You were lately whipped, sir, as I But rest
think. Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest. Clo. O Lord, sir,-Spare not me. Give me some help here, ho !-If thou proceed
Count. Do you cry
O Lord, sir, at your As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed. whipping, and spare not me? Indeed, your o
[Flourish. Exeunt. Lord, sir, is very sequent to your whipping;
you would answer very well to a whipping, if SCENE II.-Rousillon. A room in the Coun- you were but bound to't. tess's palace.
Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my
-O Lord, sir : I see, things may serve long Enter Countess and Clown.
but not serve ever. Count. Come on, sir ; I shall now put you to Count. I play the noble housewife with the the height of your breeding.
time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool