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Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest Queftant shrinks, find what you seek,
That Fame may cry you loud : I say, farewel.

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. Farewel. Come hither to me. (To Attendants.

[Exit. 1 Lord. Oh, my sweet Lord, that you will stay be

hind us !
Par. 'Tis not his fault ; the Spark
2 Lord. Oh, '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 it, boy, steal away bravely.

Ber: Shall I stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Creeking my shoes on the plain masonry,
'Till Honour be bought up, and no sword worn
But one to dance with? by heav'n, I'll steal away.

perours, had one Part; the Pope, by a pretended Donation from Con Atantine, another; and the Third was compos'd of free States. Now by the last Monarchy is meant the Romar, the Last of the four general Monarchies. Upon the Fall of this Monarchy, in the Scramble, several Cities set up for themselves, and became free States: Now these might be faid properly to inherit the Fall of the Monarchy. But the Emperour could not be said to inherit the Fall of the Monarchy, any more than a Son, who inherits an impair'd Estate, could be said to inherit the Fall of his Father's Eftate : Tho' those, who had defrauded the Father, might be said to inherit the Fall of his Eftate. Much less could the Pope, by a Donation in the Times of its Duration, be said to do fq. This being premised, now to the Sense. The King says, Higher Italy.;giving it the Rank of Preference to France ; but he corrects himself and says, I except Those from that Precedency, who only inherit the Fall of the last Monarchy; as all the little petty States; for instance, Florence to whom these Voluntiers were going. As if he had said, I give the Place of Honour to the Emperoưr and the Pope, but not to the free States. All here is clear; and 'tis exa&tly Shakespeare's Manner, who lov'd to thew his Reading on such Occasions.

Mr. Warburton.

Lord.

[ Lord. There's honour in the theft.
Par. Commit it, Count.
2 Lord. I am your accessary, and so farewel.

Ber. I grow to you, and our Parting is a tortur'd body:

i Lord. Farewel, Captain.
2 Lord. Sweet Monsieur Parolles !

Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin; good Sparks and lustrous. A word, good metals. (11) You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one Captain Spurio with his "cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his finifter cheek; it was this very sword entrench'd it; say to him, I live, and observe his reports of me.

i Lord. We shall, noble Captain Par. Mars doat on you for his novices ! what will

ye do?

Ber. Stay; the King

[Exeunt Lords. Par. Ule a more spacious ceremony to the noble Lords, you have restrain'd your self 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 gate, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most receiy'd ftar ; and tho' the devil lead the measure, such are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel.

(1) You shall find in the Regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, his Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War here on his finifter Cheek ;] It is furprizing, None of the Editors could see that a slight Transpofition was abfolutely necessary here, when there is not common Sense in the Passage, as it stands without fueh Transposition. Parolles only means, You shall find one Captain Spurio in the Camp with a Scar on his left “ Cheek, a Mark of War that my Sword gave him.” Our Poet has employ'd this Word, to fignify Scar, in other

of his plays : So, before, in As You like it ;

lean but upon a Rush, The Cicatrice and capable Impressure

Thy Palm fome moment keeps :
And in Hamlet ;

Since yet thy Cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish Sword;

Ber.

Ber. And I will do so.

Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most finewy sword-men.

[Exeuni. Enter the King, and Lafeu. Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my ridings. King. I'll fee thee to stand up. Laf. Then here's a man stands, that hath bought 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 cur’d of your infirmity? 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 : (12) I have seen a

Med'cin,
That's able to breathe life into a stone;
Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canary
With sprightly fire and motion; whose fimple touch
Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,
To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
And write to Her a love-line.

King. What her is this?
Laf. Why, Doctor-fhe: my Lord, there's one ar-

riv'd,
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 amaz'd me more

King. No.

(12) I have seen a Medecine,] Lafeu does not mean that he has seen a Remedy, but a Person bringing such Remedy. I therefore imagine, our Author used the French Word, Medecin, i. e. a Physician ; this agrees with what he subjoins immediately in Reply to the King, Why, Doctor-She; and write to her a Love-line.

Than

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. Laf. [Returns.] Nay, come your ways.

[Bringing in Helena. 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'm Cressid's Uncle, That dare leave two together ; fare you well. [Exit.

King. Now, fair One, do's your business follow us?

Hel. Ay, my good Lord.
Gerard de Narbon was my Father,
In what he did profess, well found.

King. I knew him.

Hel. The rather will I spare my praise towards him;
Knowing him, is enough : on's bed of death
Many Receipts he gave me, chiefly one,
Which as the deareit issue of his practice,
And of his old experience th’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,
When our most learned Doctors leave us ; and
The congregated College have concluded,
That labouring Art can never ransome Nature

From

From her unaidable eftate: we must not
So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our paft-cure malady
To empericks, or to diffever so
Our great felf 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 intreating from your royal thoughts
A modeft 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 minifter: So holy Writ in Babes hath judgment shown, When Judges have been Babes; great floods have flown, From simple sources; and great seas have dry'd, When Mír'cles have by th greatest been deny'd. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises : and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

King. I must not hear thee ; fare thee well, kind Thy pains, not us’d, must by thy self 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 heav'n we count the act of men.
Dear Sir, to my endeavours give consent,
Of heav'n, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impoftor, that proclaim
My self against the level of mine aim,

Maid;

But

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