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(Those bated, that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy;) see, that you come
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. 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 'ris 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, l'll steal away.

i Lord. There's honour in the theft. Par. Commit it, Count. 2 Lord. I am your acceffary, and so farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortura body.

í Lord. Farewel, Captain. Pope by a donation in the times of its duration, be said to do foi 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 fates ; for instance, Florence to whom these voluntiers were going, 'As if he had said, I gave tbe place of honour to the Emperor and the Pope, but not to the free states. All here is clear; and 'tis exactly Sbakespeare's manner, who lov'd to thew his reading on such occasions, Mr. Warburtor, VOL. III.

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2 Lord, 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

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

of me:

ye do.?

Ber. Stay; the King

[Exeunt Lords: Par. Use a moft spacious ceremony to the noble Lords, you have restrain'd yourself 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 moft receiv'd star; and tho' the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed :: after them, and take a more dilated farewel.

Ber. And I will do so.

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

[Exeunt. Enter the King, and Lafeu. Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to ftand up.

(11) You fall find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurie, bị cicatrice, with an emblem of war bere on bis finifter cbeek ;] It is Surprizing, none of the editors could see that a flight transposition was absolutely necessary here, when there is not common sense in the passage, as it stands without such transpofition. 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 fword gave him.” Our pact has employ'd this word, to .fignify scar, in other of his.plays : Sa, before, in As you like it ;

lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impreffure

Thy palm some moment keeps: and in Hamlet;

Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish (word;

Laf King. No.

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will, my,

you

Laf. Then here's a man ftands, that hath bought his

pardon.
would, you had kneella, my Lord, to ask me mercy 3
And that at my bidding you could so fand 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 0, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox ?
Yes, but
you

noble

grapes ; an if
My royal fox could reach them; (12) I have seen a med'cing
That's able to breathe life into a stone;
Quicken a rock, and make

dance canary
With sprightly fire and motion ; whose simple touch
Is powerful to araise King Pépin, 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-lhe: my Lord, there's one arriv'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
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'it it.

Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,
And not be all day neither.

[Exit Lafeu: (12) I bave seen a Medecine,) Lafeu does not mean that he has seen a remedy, but a person bringing such remedy. I therefore imao gine, our author used the French word, medecin, i, e, a Physician; this agrees with what he subjoins immediately in reply to the King. Wby, Doctor-She ;-and-write to her a love. Hinn

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King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues,
Laf. [Returns] Nay, come your ways.

Bringing in Helene,
King. This'hafte 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 i

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 dearest 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 fo;
And hearing your high Majesty is touch'd
With that malignant cause, wherein the honour
Of my dear father's gift ftands 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 ransom nature
From her unaidable estate; we must not
So fuftain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our paft-cure malady
To em pericks; or to diffever fo
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
A senseless help, when help past fenfe we deem.

Hel. My duty then thall pay me for my pains ;
I will no more enforce mine office on you ;

Humbly

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Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts
A modest 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 with him live;
But what at full I know, thoa knowlt 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 reft'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 mir’cles have by th' greatest been denyd. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises :: and oft it hits Where hope is coldeft, and despair most fits.

King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;
Thy pains, not us’d, muft by thyself be paid :
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.

Hel. Inspired merit fo 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 not an impostor, that proclaim
Myself against the level of mine aim,
But know I think, and think I know most sure,
My art is not past power, nor you past cure.

King. Art thou fo confident within what space
Hop'st thou my cure ?

Hel. The greatest grace lending grace,
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp;
Or four and twenty times

the pilot's glass

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