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SCENE I.–Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Ber. I am com Flourish. Enter King with young Lords taking
“Too young," an leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, PAROL
Par. An thy LES, and Attendants.
bravely. King. Farewell, young lords: these warlike Ber. I shall sta principles
Creaking my shoe Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, fare-Till honour be bou well.
But one to dance Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all,
away. The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
i Lord. There And is enough for both.
Par. I Lord. 'Tis our hope, sir,
2 Lord. I am y After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
Ber. I grow to And find your grace in health.
body. King. No, no, it cannot be: and yet my heart i Lord. Farewa Will not confess he owes the malady
2 Lord. Sweet That doth my life besiege. Farewell
, young lords ; Par. Noble her Whether I live or die, be you the sons
Good sparks, and Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy
you shall find in (Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall
captain Spurio, w Of the last monarchy,) see, that you come
war, here on his Not to woo honour, but to wed it: when
sword entrenched The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek, his reports for me. That fame may cry you loud. I say, farewell. 2 Lord. We sho 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!
Par. Mars dote King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them.
do ? They say, our French lack language to deny,
Ber. Stay; the If they demand: beware of being captives,
Par. Use a more Before you serve. Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
lords : you have re
of too cold an adier King. Farewell.—Come hither to me.
for they wear there [The King retires to a couch. there do muster ti i Lord. O, my sweet lord, that you will stay
under the influence behind us ! Par. 'Tis not his fault, the spark.
though the devil les
followed. After th 2 Lord.
O, 'tis brave wars! farewell. Par. Most admirable : I have seen those wars. Ber. And I will
Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most With that malignant cause, wherein the honour sinewy sword-men.
Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power, (Exeunt BERTRAM, and PAROLLES. I come to tender it, and my appliance,
With all bound humbleness.
We thank you, maiden; Laf. Pardon, my Lord,-[Kneeling.]-for me But may not be so credulous of cure : and for my tidings.
When our most learned doctors leave us, and King. I'll see thee to stand up.
The congregated college have concluded Laf. Then here's a man stands, that has brought That labouring art can never ransom nature his pardon.
From her inaidable estate, I say, we must not I would, you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy, So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, And that, at my bidding, you could so stand up. To prostitute our past-cure malady
King. I would I had ; so I had broke thy pate, To empirics; or to dissever so And ask'd thee mercy for’t.
Our great self and our credit, to esteem Laf. Goodfaith, across. But, my good lord, 'tis A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.
Hel. My duty, then, shall pay me for my pains : Will you be cur'd of your infirmity ?
I will no more enforce mine office on you; King. No.
Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts Laf. 0! will you eat no grapes, my royal fox ? A modest one, to bear me back again. Yes, but you will , my noble grapes, an if
King. I cannot give thee less, to be called grateful. My royal fox could reach them. I have seen Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I A medicine that's able to breathe life into a stone,
give, Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary As one near death to those that wish him live ; With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch But what at full I know thou know'st no part, Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay,
I knowing all my peril, thou no art. To give great Charlemaine a pen in's hand,
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, And write to her a love-line.
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy. King.
What her is this? He that of greatest works is finisher, Laf. Why, doctor she. My lord, there's one Oft does them by the weakest minister: arriv'd,
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, If you will see her:-now, by my faith and honour, When judges have been babes. Great floods have If seriously I may convey my thoughts
flown In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
From simple sources; and great seas have dried, With one, that in her sex, her years, profession, When miracles have by the greatest been denied. Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz'd me more Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Than I dare blame my weakness. Will you see Where most it promises; and oft it hits, her,
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits. (For that is her demand,) and know her business ? King. I must not hear thee: fare thee well, kind That done, laugh well at me.
Now, good Lafeu, Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid : Bring in the admiration, that we with thee
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward. May spend our wonder too, or take off thine,
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd. By wond'ring how thou took'st it.
It is not so with him that all things knows, Laf:
Nay, I'll fit you, As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent ;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impostor, that proclaim King.
This haste hath wings, indeed. Myself against the level of mine aim; Laf. Nay, come your ways.
But know I think, and think I know most sure, This is his majesty, say your mind to him:
My art is not past power, nor you past cure. A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
King. Art thou so confident? Within what His majesty seldom fears. I am Cressid's uncle,
space That dare leave two together. Fare you well. Hop'st thou my cure ?
The greatest grace lending grace, King. Now, fair one, does your business follow Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring us?
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring; Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was Ere twice in murk and occidental damp my father;
Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp; In what he did profess well found.
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass King:
I knew him. Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass, Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
Health shall live free, and sickness freely die. Knowing him, is enough. On's bed of death
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence, Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one,
What dar'st thou venture ? Which, as the dearest issue of his practice,
Tax of impudence, And of his old experience th' only darling,
A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, He bad me store up as a triple eye,
Traduc'd by odious ballads ; my maiden's name Safer than mine own two, more dear. I have so; Sear'd otherwise; ne worse of worst extended, And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd
With vilest torture let my life be ended.
King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth cake for Shrove-T speak,
the nail to his house His powerful sound within an organ weak; scolding quean to And what impossibility would slay
lip to the friar's ne In common sense, sense saves another way.
skin. Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate
Count. Have yo Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate ;
ness for all questi Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all
Clo. From bele That happiness and prime can happy call :
constable, it will Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
Count. It must Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate.
size, that must fit Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try,
Clo. But a trile That ministers thine own death, if I die.
learned should sper Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property that belongs to't : Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die;
do you no harm to And well deservd. Not helping, death's my fee; Count. To be But, if I help, what do you promise me?
be a fool in questioe King. Make thy demand.
answer. I pray yo Hel.
But will you make it even? Clo. O Lord, si King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of More, more, a hur
Count. Sir, I am Hel. Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly you. hand
Clo. O Lord, sig What husband in thy power I will command:
Count. I think, Exempted be from me the arrogance
homely meat. To choose from forth the royal blood of France, Clo, O Lord, siis My low and humble name to propagate
you. With any branch or image of thy state;
Count. You wee But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
Clo. O Lord, sig Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
Count. Do you King. Here is my hand; the premises observd, ping, and spare bo Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd : sir," is very sequer So make the choice of thy own time; for I,
answer very well Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
bound to't. More should I question thee, and more I must, Clo. I ne'er had Though more to know could not be more to trust, "O Lord, sir.” 1 From whence thou cam'st, how tended on; but rest not serve ever. Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest.
Count. I play the Give me some help here, ho !-If thou proceed To entertain it so As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed. Clo. O Lord,
(Flourish. Ereunt. again.
Count. An end, Scene II.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's
Helen this, Palace.
And urge her to a
Commend me to m Enter Countess, and Clown.
This is not much. Count. Come on, sir: I shall now put you to the Clo. Not much height of your breeding.
Count. Not muc Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly understand me? taught.
Clo. Most fruitfie I know my business is but to the court.
Count. Haste your Count. To the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt! SCENE III.–Paris. But to the court! Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any
Enter BERTRAN manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that Laf. They say, 1 cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and our philosophical say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; familiar things supe and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely, were
is it, that we make not for the court. But, for
ourselves into seemi will serve all men.
submit ourselves to Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits
Par. Why, 'tis ti all questions.
that hath shot out in Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all but- Ber. And so 'tis. tocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the Laf. To be reling brawn-buttock, or any buttock.
Par. So say; be Count. Will your answer serve fit to all ques
Laf. Of all the less tions ?
Pär. Right; so I Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an
gave attorney, as your French crown for your taffata
Par. Why, there punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a pan
Laf. Not to be he
Par. Right; as 'twere a man assured of an-
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.
Par. That's it I would have said; the very same.
Laf. Why, your dolphin 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 facinorous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the
Laf. Very hand of heaven.
Par. And debile minister, great power, great transcendence; which should, indeed, give us a further use to be made, than alone the recovery of the king, as to beLaf. Generally thankful.
Enter King, HELENA, and Attendants. Par. I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.
Laf. Lustick, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head. Why, he's able to lead her a coranto.
Par. Mort du vinaigre! Is not this Helen?
(Eril an Attendant.
Enter several Lords. Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful
parcel Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing, O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice I have to use : thy frank election make. Thou hast power to choose, and they none to
forsake. Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous
mistress Fall, when love please !-marry, to each, but one.
Laf. I'd give bay curtal, and his furniture, My mouth no more were broken than these boys', And writ as little beard. King.
Peruse them well : Not one of those but had a noble father.
Hel. Gentlemen, Heaven hath through me restor'd the king to health. All. We understand it, and thank heaven for
you. Hel. I am a simple maid; and therein wealthiest. That, I protest, I simply am a maid.Please it your majesty, I have done already : The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me, “We blush, that thou should'st choose; but, be
Make choice; and, see,
And to imperial Love, that god most high,
i Lord. And grant it.
Thanks, sir : all the rest is mute.
2 Lord. No better, if you please.
My wish receive, Which great Love grant! and so I take my leave.
Laf. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine, I'd have them whipped, or I would send them to the Turk to make eunuchs of. Hel. [To 3 Lord.] Be not afraid that I your hand
Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got them.
Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of my blood.
4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so.
Laf. There's one grape yet,-1 am sure, thy father drank wine.—But if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen: I have known thee already. Hel. [To BERTRAM.] I dare not say, I take you;
but I give Me, and my service, ever whilst I live, Into your guiding power.—This is the man. King. Why then, young Bertram, take her; she's
thy wife. Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your
Know'st thou not, Bertram,
Yes, my good lord; But never hope to know why I should marry her. King. Thou know'st, she has rais'd me from my
sickly bed. Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down Must answer for your raising? I know her well: She had her breeding at my father's charge. A poor physician's daughter niy wife ?-Disdain Rather corrupt me ever! King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the
which I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods, Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off In differences so mighty. If she be All that is virtuous, (save what thou dislik'st, A poor physician's daughter,) thou dislik'st Of virtue for the name; but do not so: From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed : Where great additions swell's, and virtue none, It is a dropsied honour: good alone Is good, without a name; vileness is so: The property by what it is should go, Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair; In these to nature she's immediate heir, And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn, Which challenges itself as honour's born,
King. My honour's at the stake, which to defeat, || Loosing upon thee in the name of justice, I must produce my power. Here, take her hand, Without all terms of pity. Speak: thine answer. Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift, Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord, for I submit That dost in vile misprision shackle up
My fancy to your eyes. When I consider My love, and her desert; that canst not dream, What great creation, and what dole of honour, We, poising us in her defective scale,
Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
Take her by the hand, Believe not thy disdain, but presently
And tell her, she is thine : to whom I promise
A counterpoise, if not to thy estate,
I take her hand. Into the staggers, and the careless lapse
King. Good fortune, and the favour of the king, Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate, | Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony