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To give great Charlemaine a pen in's hand, To empirics ; or to dissever so
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
What her is this? A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. LaF. Why, doctor she; my lord, there's one Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains : arriv’d,
I will no more enforce mine office on you ; will see her,—now, by my faith and honour, | Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts If seriously I may convey my thoughts
A modest one, to bear me back again. In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
King. I cannot give thee less, to be call’d With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession,
[give, Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz’d me more Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I Than I dare blame my weakness. Will you see her, As one near death to those that wish bim live: (For that is her demand,) and know her business? But, what at full I know, thou know'st no part; That done, laugh well at me.
I knowing all my peril, thou no art. KING.
Now, good Lafeu, HEL. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, Bring in the admiration ; that we with thee Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy: May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, He that of greatest works is finisher, By wond'ring how thou took’st it.
Oft does them by the weakest minister: LAF.
Nay, I'll fit you,
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, And not be all day neither. [Exit LAFEU. When judges have been babes.(3) Great floods have King. Thus he his special nothing ever pro
From simple sources ; and great seas have dried,
When miracles have by the greatest been denied. Re-enter LAFEU; HELENA following. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises ; and oft it hits, LAF. Nay, come your ways.
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.* KING.
This haste hath wings indeed. KING. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, LAF. Nay, come your ways ;
kind maid ; This is his majesty, say your mind to him : Thy pains, not usd, must by thyself be paid : A traitor you do look like, but such traitors
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward. His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle,
HEL. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd : That dare leave two together : fare you well. [Exit. It is not so with him that all things knows, KING. Now, fair one, does your business follow As 't is with us that square our guess by shows :
But most it is presumption in us, when HEL. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon
The help of heaven we count the act of men. was my father;
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent ; In what he did profess, well found.
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment. KING.
I knew him.
I am not an impostor, that proclaim IIEL. The rather will I spare my praises towards Myself against the level of mine aim,
But know I think, and think I know most sure, Knowing him, is enough. On's bed of death
My art is not past power, nor you past cure. Many receipts he gave me ; chiefly one,
King. Art thou so confident? within what
space Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, Hop'st thou my cure ? And of his old experience th' only darling,
HEL. The great'st grace lending grace, He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Safer than mine own two more dear: I have so;
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ; And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd
Ere twice in murk and occidental damp With that malignant cause, wherein the honour Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his t sleepy lamp ; Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power, Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass I come to tender it, and my appliance,
Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass ; With all bound humbleness.
What is infirm, from
parts shall fly, KING.
We thank you, maiden ; Health shall live free, and sickness freely die. But may not be so credulous of cure,
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence,
Tax of impudence,That labouring art can never ransom nature A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, From her inaidable estate ; I say we must not Traduc'd by odious ballads; my maiden's name So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, To prostitute our past-cure malady
(*) First folio, shifts. (1) First folio, her.
Sear'd otherwise ; ne worse of worst extended, Count. To the court, why, what place make With vilest torture let my life be ended. [speak you special, when you put off that with such con
King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth tempt ? But to the court ! His powerful sound, within an organ weak :
Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man And what impossibility would slay
any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he In common sense, sense saves another way. that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate
hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate; nor cap; and indeed, such a fellow, to say preYouth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all
cisely, were not for the court: but, for me, I have That happiness and prime can happy call :
an answer will serve all men. Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate.
fits all questions. Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try;
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all That ministers thine own death, if I die.
buttocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, HEL. If I break time, or flinch in property the brawn-buttock, or any buttock. Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die;
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all quesAnd well deservd. Not helping, death's my fee ; tions ? But, if I help, what do you promise me?
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an King. Make thy demand.
attorney, as your French crown for your taffata HEL.
But will you make it even ? " punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a panKing. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of cake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, (4) heaven."
[hand, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a HEL. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's What husband in thy power I will command: lip to the friar's mouth; nay, as the pudding to Exempted be from me the arrogance
his skin. To choose from forth the royal blood of France; Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such My low and humble name to propagate
fitness for all questions? With any branch or image of thy state:
Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
constable, it will fit any question. Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous King. Here is my hand; the premises observ’d, size, that must fit all demands. Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd; Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the So make the choice of thy own time, for I, learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
that belongs to’t: ask me, if I am a courtier ; it More should I question thee, and more I must, shall do you no harm to learn. Though, more to know, could not be more to trust; Count. To be young again, if we could. I will From whence thou cam’st, how tended on,but rest be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest.
your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a courtier ? Give me some help here, ho !—If thou proceed Clo. O Lord, sir ! There's a simple putting As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed. off ;-more, more, a hundred of them.
[Flourish. Exeunt. Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that
Clo. O Lord, sir !—Thick, thick, spare not me. SCENE II.-Rousillon. A Room in the
Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this Countess's Palace.
homely meat. Enter COUNTESS and Clown.
Clo. O Lord, sir !-Nay, put me to't, I warCount. Come on, sir ; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.
Count. You were lately whipped, sir, as I think. Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly
Clo. O Lord, sir !—Spare not me. taught: I know my business is but to the court.
Count. Do you cry, O Lord, sir, at your whip
a Ne worse of worst extended,-) This is the lection of the old copy, and, although unquestionably corrupt, it is not worse than the commentators' suggestions for its amendment. We should, perhaps, approach nearer to what the poet really wrote by treating ne and extended as palpable misprints, and reading :
"— and, worse of worst expended,
With vilest torture let my life be ended." • Impossibility-] That is, incredibility.
< But will you make it even ?] That is, will you equale it? Will you malch it? See note (a), p. 11, of the present volume.
d And my hopes of heaven.) The old copy has help. The correction, which is due to Dr. Thirlby, seems called for both by the context and the rhyme. It is observable that much of this scene is in smooth, rhyming verses; it was a portion probably of the poet's first youthful conception, for we cannot divest ourselves of the impression that at a subsequent period of his career he rewrote a considerable part of this play.
e O Lord, sir!) The use of this expletive, which appears to have been thought the mode both in court and city, has been finely ridiculed by Jonson also. See “Every Man out of his Humour," Act Ill. Sc. 1, and passim.
ping, and spare not me ? Indeed, your 0 Lord, showing, you shall read it in, what do ye call sir, is very sequent to your whipping ; you would there?answer very well to a whipping, if you were but LAF. A showing of a heavenly effect in an bound to't.
earthly actor. Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my Par. That's it I would have said ; the very -0 Lord, sir : I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.
LAF. Why, your dolphin is not lustier : 'fore Count. I play the noble housewife with the time, me I speak in respectto entertain it so merrily with a fool.
Par. Nay, 't is strange, 't is very strange, that Clo. O Lord, sir !—Why, there't serves well is the brief and the tedious of it; and he is of a again.
most facinorous spirit, that will not acknowledge Count. An* end, sir : to your business. Give it to be the Helen this,
LAF. Very hand of heaven. And urge her to a present answer back :
Par. Ay, so I say. Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son;
LAF. In a most weakThis is not much.
Par. And debile minister, great power, great Clo. Not much commendation to them.
transcendence: which should, indeed, give us a Count. Not much employment for you : you further use to be made, than alone the recovery of understand me?
the king, as to be Clo. Most fruitfully; I am there before my LAF. Generally thankful. legs.
Par. I would have said it; you say well. Here Count. Haste you again. [Exeunt severally. comes the king.
LAF. Lustique," 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. SCENE III.–Paris. A Room in the King's Par. Mort du Vinaigre! Is not this Helen ? Palace.
LAF. 'Fore God, I think so. Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES.
Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. LAF. They say, miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and
King. Go, call before me all the lords in court. familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side ;
[Exit an Attendant. ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should
And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive Par. Why, 't is the rarest argument of wonder,
The confirmation of my promised gift, that hath shot out in our latter times.
Which but attends thy naming.
Enter several Lords.
Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful Par. Why, there 't is ; so say I too.
parcel LAF. Not to be helped,-
Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing, Par. Right: as 't were, a man assured of a O’er whom both sovereign power and father's voice LAF. Uncertain life, and sure death.
I have to use : thy frank election make, Par. Just, you say well ; so would I have said. Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forLAF. I may truly say, it is a novelty to the
HEL. To each of you, one fair and virtuous Par. It is, indeed: if you will have it in
(*) First folio, And. a Lustique,-) “An old play, that has a great deal of merit, call'd • The weakest goeth to the Wall,' (printed in 1600, but how much earlier written, or by whom written, we are no where in formid,) has in it a Dutchman, call'd, Jacob van Smelt, who speaks a jargon of Dutch and our language; and upon several occasions uses this very word, which in English is - lusty.”—CAPELI..
(*) First folio, facinerious. 6 A coranto.] The coranto was a dance distinguished for the liveliness and rapidity of its movements :“And teach lavoltas high, and swift corantos."
Henry V. Act III. Sc. 5.
Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever; Must answer for your raising ? I know her well ;
She had her breeding at my father's charge :
A poor physician's daughter my wife !— Disdain
KING. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the And to imperial Love, that god most high,
which Do my sighs stream.-Sir, will
up. Strange is it, that our bloods, 1 Lord. And grant it.
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, HEL. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
LAF. I had rather be in this choice, than throw In differences so mighty. If she be ames-ace for
[eyes, All that is virtuous, (save what thou dislik’st, HEL. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair A poor physician's daughter, thou dislik'st Before I speak, too threat'ningly replies :
Of virtue for the name: but do not so: Love make your fortunes twenty times above From lowest place when* virtuous things proceed, Her that so wishes, and her humble love!
The place is dignified by the doer's deed : 2 LORD. No better, if you please.
Where great additions swell us, and virtue none, HEL,
My wish receive, It is a dropsied honour: good alone Which great Love grant! and so I take my
leave. Is good, without a name ; vileness is so : LaF. Do all they deny her ? An they were The property by what itt is should go, sons of mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair ; send them to the Turk, to make eunuchs of.
In these to nature she's immediate heir ; HEL. Be not afraid [To a Lord.] that I your
And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn, hand should take,
Which challenges itself as honour's born, I'll never do you wrong for your own sake : And is not like the sire: honours thrive, Blessing upon your vows ! and in your bed
When rather from our acts we them derive Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed !
Than our fore-goers; the mere word 's a slave, LAF. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none Debosh'd on every tomb; on every grave, have her: sure, they are bastards to the English ; A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb, the French ne'er got them.
[good, Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb HEL. You are too young, too happy, and too Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said? To make yourself a son out of my
If thou canst like this creature as a maid, 4 LORD. Fair one, I think not so.
I can create the rest : virtue, and she, LAF. There's one grape yet,-—I am sure thy Is her own dower ; honour, and wealth, from me. father drank wine. But if thou be’st not an ass, BER. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't. I am a youth of fourteen ; I have known thee KING. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou should'st already.
strive to choose.
[glad; HEL. I dare not say, I take you; [To BERTRAM.] Hel. That you are well restor’d, my lord, I'm
Let the rest go. Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
KING. My honour's at the stake; which to Into your guiding power.—This is the mon.
defeat, King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, I must produce my power.
Here, take her hand, she's thy wife.
Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift, BER. My wife, my liege ? I shall beseech your That dost in vile misprision shackle up highness,
My love, and her desert; that canst not dream, In such a business give me leave to use
We, poising us in her defective scale, The help of mine own eyes.
Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know, KING.
Know'st thou not, Bertram, It is in us to plant thine honour, where What she has done for me?
We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt : BER.
Yes, my good lord ; Obey our will, which travails in thy good : But never hope to know why I should marry her. Believe not thy disdain, but presently King. Thou know'st, she has rais’d me from my Do thine own fortunes that obedient right, sickly bed.
Which both thy duty owes, and our power claims ; BER. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down, Or I will throw thee from my care for ever,
but I give
a There's one grape yet, -I am sure thy father drank wine.] We are to suppose that Lafeu, who has been in conversation with Parolles, had not heard the discourse between Helena and the young courtiers, but believed she had propose 1 to each, and been refused by all but the one now in question. The after-part of his
(*) Old text, whence.
(1) First folio, is. speech, “But if thou be'st not an ass," &c. refers, (aside,) to Parolles.