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it up where it wanted, rather than lack it Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness where there is such abundance.
Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, Count. What hope is there of his majesty's Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy amendment ?
Rather in power than use ; and keep thy friend Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, Under thy own life's key: be check'd for madam ; under whose practices he hath per- silence,
(more will, secuted time with hope ; and finds no other But never tax'd for speech. What heaven advantage in the process but only the losing of That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck hope by time.
down, Count. This young gentlewoman had a fa- Fall on thy head ! Farewell.-My lord, ther, (0, that " had !' how sad a passage "Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord, tis!) whose skill was almost as great as his Advise him. honesty; had it stretched so far, would have Laf. He cannot want the best made nature immortal, and death should have That shall attend his love. play for lack of work. Would, for the king's Count.
Heaven bless him !-sake, he were living! I think it would be the Farewell, Bertram.
[Exit. death of the king's disease.
Ber. [To Helena.] The best wishes that Laf. How called you the man you speak of, can be forged in your thought be servants to madam?
you! Be comfortable to my mother, your Count. He was famous, sir, in his profes- mistress, and make much of her. sion, and it was his great right to be so, --Ger- Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold ard de Narbon.
the credit of your father. Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam :
[Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu. the king very lately spoke of him admiringly Hel. O, were that all --I think not on my and mourningly: he was skilful enough to
(more have lived still, if knowledge could be set up And these great tears grace his remembrance against mortality.
| Than those I shed for him. What was he like? Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king I have forgot him? my imagination Laf. A fistula, my lord. [languishes of ? Carries no favour in't but Bertram's. Ber. I heard not of it before.
I am undone : there is no living, none, Laf. I would it were not notorious.-Was If Bertram be away. It were all one, this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de That I should love a bright particular star, Narbon ?
And think to wed it, he is so above me : Coant. His sole child, my lord ; and be- In his bright radiance and collateral light queathed to my overlooking. I have those Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. hopes of her good that her education pro- Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itself : mises : her dispositions she inherits, which The hind that would be mated by the lion make fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a mind carries virtuous qualities, there com- plague, mendations go with pity,--they are virtues and To see him every hour ; to sit and draw traitors too : in her they are the better for His arched brows, his hawking eyes, his curls, their simpleness ; she derives her honesty, and in our heart's table, --heart too capable achieves her goodness.
Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : Laf. Your commendations, madam, get But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy from her tears.
Must sanctify his relics.-[Enter Parolles.] Count. 'Tis the best. brine a maiden can Who comes here? season her praise in. The remembrance of One that goes with him: I love him for his her father never approaches her heart, but the And yet I know him a notorious liar, (sake ; tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from Think him a great way fool, solely a coward ; her cheek. No more of this, Helena, --go to, Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect That they take place, when virtue's steely bones a SOTTOW, than to have.
Look bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed ; but I have it too.
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of Par. Save
fair queen. the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the Hel. And you, monarch. living,
Hel, And no. Hel. If the living be enemy to the grief, Par. Are you meditating on virginity ? the excess makes it soon mortal.
Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. you : let me ask you a question. Man is eneLaf. How understand we that?
my to virginity: How may we barricado it Count. Be thou blest, Bertram ! and suc- against him? ceed thy father
Par. Keep him out. In manners, as in shape ! thy blood and virtuel Hel. But he assails; and our virginity,
though valiant in the defence, yet is weak : un- Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms, fold to us some warlike resistance.
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall hePar. There is none : man, sitting down be- I know not what he shall :- God send him fore you, will undermine you, and blow you up. well !
Hel. Bless our poor virginity, from under- The court's a learning-place ;-and he is oneminers and blowers up!- Is there no military Par. What one, i'faith? policy, how virgins might blow up men ? Hel. That I wish well.-—'Tis pity
Par. Virginity being blown down, man will Par. What's pity ? quicklier be blown up; marry, in blowing Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, him down again, with the breach yourselves Which might be felt ; that we, the poorer born, made, you lose your city. It is not politic in Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, the commonwealth of nature to preserve vir- Might with effects of them follow our friends, ginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase; And show what we alone must think; which and there was never virgin got, till virginity Returns us thanks.
(never was first lost. That you were made of, is
Enter a Page. metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for once lost, may be ten times found; by being you.
[Exit. ever kept, it is cver lost : 'tis too cold a com- Par. Little Helen, farewell : if I can remempanion ; away with't !
ber thee, I will think of thee at court. Hel. I will stand for 't a little, though there- Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born unfore I die a virgin.
der a charitable star. Par. There's little can be said in't; 'tis Par. Under Mars, I. against the rule of nature. To speak on the Hel. I especially think, under Mars. part of virginity, is to accuse your mothers ; Par. Why under Mars? which is most infallible disobedience. He that Hel. The wars have so kept you under, hangs himself is a virgin : virginity murders that you must needs be born under Mars. itself; and should be buried in highways, out Par. When he was predominant. of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress Hel. When he was retrograde, I think rather. against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much Par. Why think you so ? like a cheese ; consumes itself to the very Hel. You go so much backward when you paring, and so dies with feeding his own sto- fight. mach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, Par. That's for advantage. idle, made of self-love, which is the most in- Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes hibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you the safety: but the composition, that your cannot choose but lose by't : out with't ! with valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a in ten years it will make itself ten, which is a good wing, and I like the wear well. goodly increase ; and the principal itself not Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot much the worse : away with't!
answer thee acutely. I will return perfect Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her courtier ; in the which, my instruction shall own liking ?
serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable Par. Let me see: marry, ill, to like him of a courtier's counsel, and understand what that ne'er it likes. "Tis a commodity that will advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest lose the gloss with lying ; the longer kept, the in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance less worth : off with't, while 'tis vendible ; an- makes thee away : farewell. When thou hast swer the time of request. Virginity, like an old leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, courtier, wears her cap out of fashion ; richly remember thy friends : get thee a good hussuited, but unsuitable : just like the brooch band, and use him as he uses thee : so fareand the tooth-pick which wear not now. Your well.
[Exit. date is better in your pie and your porridge, Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, than in your cheek : and your virginity, your Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky old virginity, is like one of our French withered Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull rears, -it looks ill, it eats dryly, marry, 'tis a Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull. withered pear ; it was formerly better : marry, What power is it which mounts my love so yet 'tis a withered pear : will you anything
high ; with it?
That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye? Hel. Not my virginity yet.
The mightiest space in fortune nature brings There shall your master have a thousand loves, To join like likes, and kiss like native things. A mother, and a mistress, and a friend, Impossible be strange attempts to those A phenix, captain, and an enemy,
That weigh their pains in sense ; and do supA guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
pose A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear; What hath been cannot be : who ever strove His humble ambition, proud humility, To show her merit, that did miss her love ? His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, The king's disease, ---my project may deceive His faith, bis sweet disaster ; with a world
But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them [Exit. But goers backward.
His good remembrance, sir, SCENE II.--Paris. A Room in the King's Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; Palace.
So in approof lives not his epitaph,
As in your royal speech.
[always say, with leiters; Lords and others attending.
King. 'Would I were with him! He would
(Methinks I hear him now ; his plausive words
To grow there, and to bear,) " Let me not
Thus his good melancholy oft began,
So 'tis reported, sir. [ceive it on the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
(stancies To have us make denial.
Mere feathers of their garments : whose coni Lord.
His love and wisdom, Expire before their fashions:"—this he wish'd:
Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
He hath arm'd our answer, I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
You are lov'd, sir ; The Tuscan service, freely have they leave They, that least lend it you, shall lack you To stand on either part.
[is't, count, 2 Lord,
It well may serve King. I fill a place, I know't. - How long
He was much fam'd,
What's he comes here? Ber. Some six months since, my lord.
Llord, Lend me an arm ;—the rest have worn me out
My son's no dearer.
Thank your majesty.
SCENE III.-Rousillon. A Room in the
Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown.
In his youth your content, I wish might be found in the
[a poor fellow. Making them proud of his humility,
Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am in their poor praise he humbled. Such a man poor, though many of the rich are damned : Might be a copy to these younger times; I but, if I may have your ladyship's good-will to
go to the world, Isbel, the woman, and I will Among nine bad if one be good, do as we may.
There's yet one good in ten. Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt Clo. I do beg your good-will in this case. the song, sirrah. Count. In what case?
Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; Clo. In Isbel's case and mine own. Serv- which is a purifying o' the song : would God ice is no heritage : and I think I shall never would serve the world so all the year! we'd have the blessing of God, till I have issue of find no fault with the tythe-woman, if I were my body; for they say, bairns are blessings. the parson: one in ten, quoth 'a ! an we might Count. Tell me the reason why thou wilt have a good woman born but for every blazing marry.
star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it : I lottery well : a man may draw his heart out, am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs ere he pluck one. go, that the devil drives.
Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as Count. Is this all your worship's reason? I command you?
Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy rea- Clo. That man should be at woman's comsons, such as they are.
mand, and yet no hurt done!---Though honesty Count. May the world know them ? be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt ; it will
Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, wear the surplice of humility over the black as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, gown of a big heart.--I am going, forsooth : I do marry that I may repent.
the business is, for Helen to come hither. Count. Thy marriage, --- sooner than thy
Count. Well, now. (woman entirely. Clo. I am out o' friends, madam ; and I Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlehope to have friends for my wife's sake.
Count. Faith, I do : her father bequeathed Count. Such friends are thy enemies, knave. her to me : and she herself, without other ad
Clo. You are shallow, madam, in great vantage, may lawfully make title to as much friends ; for the knaves come to do that for love as she finds : there is more owing her than me, which I am a-weary of. He that ears my is paid ; and more shall be paid her than she'll land spares my team, and gives me leave to demand. inn the crop ; if I be his cuckold, he's my Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her drudge: he that comforts my wife is the cher-than, I think, she wished me : alone she was, isher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherishes and did communicate to herself, her own words my flesh and blood loves my fiesh and blood ; to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend : her, they touched not any strange sense. Her ergo, he that kisses my wife is my friend. If matter was, she loved your son : Fortune, she men could be contented to be what they are, said, was no goddess, that had put such differthere were no fear in marriage ; for young ence betwixt their two estates; Love no god, Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the pa- that would not extend his might, only where pist, howsome'er their hearts are severed in re- qualities were level ; Diana no queen of virgins, ligion, their heads are both one, ---they may that would suffer her poor knight surprised, jowl horns together, like any deer i' the herd. without rescue in the first assault, or ransom
Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed afterward. This she delivered in the most bitand calumnious knave?
ter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exClo. A prophet I, madam ; and I speak the claim in : which I held my duty speedily to truth the next way :
acquaint you withal ; sithence, in the loss that For I the ballad will repeat,
may happen, it concerns you something to
keep it to yourself: many likelihoods informCount. Get you gone, sir ; I'll talk with you ed me of this before, which hung so toitering
in the balance, that I could neither believe, Stew. May it please you, madam, that he nor misdoubt. Pray you, leave me : stall this bid Helen come to you : of her I am to speak. in your bosom; and I thank you for your hon
Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would est care : I will speak with you further anon. speak with her ; Helen I mean.
(Exit Steward. 'Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she. Even so it was with me when I was young :
Why the Grecians sacked Troy i If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born ;
Where love's strong passion is impress'd in Among nine bad if one be good,
By our remembrances of days foregone, As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, Such were our faults ;-or then we thought To tell me truly. them none.
Good madam, pardon me! Enter Helena.
Count. Do you love my son ? Her eye is sick on't: I observe her now.
Your pardon, noble mistress! Hel
. What is your pleasure, madam ? Count. Love you my son ? Count. You know, Helen, Hel.
Do not you love him, madam? I am a mother to you.
Count. Go not about : my love hath in't a Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
Nay, a mother : Whereof the world takes note : come, come, Why not a mother? When I said, a mother, The state of your affection; for your passions diethought you saw a serpent : what's in mo- Have to the full appeach'd. ther, [ther; Hel.
Then, I confess, That you start at it? I say, I am your mo- Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, And put you in the catalogue of those That before you, and next unto high heaven, That were enwombėd mine : 'tis often seen, I love your son:
(love : Adoption strives with nature; and choice My friends were poor, but honest; so 's my breeds
Be not offended ; for it hurts not him, A native slip to us from foreign seeds : That he is lov'd of me: I follow him not Jou ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, By any token of presumptuous suit; Yet I express to you a mother's care :- Nor would I have him till I do deserve him, God's merey, maiden! does it curd thy blood, Yet never know how that desert should be. To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter, I know I love in vain, strive against hope ; That this distemper'd messenger of wet, Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve, The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye ? I still pour in the waters of my love, Why ?--that you are my daughter?
And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, Hel.
That I am not. Religious in mine error, I adore Count. I say, I am your mother.
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, Hel.
Pardon, madam : But knows of him no more. My dearest The count Rousillon cannot be my brother:
madam, I am from humble, he from honour'd name; Let not your hate encounter with my love, No note upon my parents, his all noble : For loving where you do: but, if yourself, My master, my dear lord he is; and I Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, His servant live, and will his vassal die : Did ever, in so true a flame of liking, He must not be my brother.
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Count.
Nor I your mother? Was both herself and love ; Ó! then, give pity Hel. You are my mother, madam ; would To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose you were
(ther) But lend and give, where she is sure to lose ; So that my lord, your son, were not my bro- That seeks not to find that her search implies, Indeed my mother or were you both our But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. mothers,
Count. Had you not lately an intent,--speak I care no more for, than I do for heaven, To go to Paris ?
[truly, So I were not his sister. Can't no other,
Madam, I had. But, I your daughter, he must be my brother? Count.
Wherefore ? tell true. Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daugh- Hel. I will tell truth ; by grace itself, I ter-in-law : (mother,
(tions God shield, you mean it not ! daughter, and You know my father left me some prescripSu strive upon your pulse. What, pale again? Of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading My fear hach catch'd your fondness: now I see And manifest experience had collected The mystery of your loneliness, and find For general sovereignty: and that he will'd me Your salt tears' head : now to all sense 'tis In heedfullst reservation to bestow them,
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 reniedy, approv'd, set down, To say thou dost not : therefore tell me true: To cure the desperate languishings whereof But tell me then, 'tis so :-for, look, thy cheeks The king is render'd lost. Confess it, th' one to the other; and thine eyes Count.
This was your motiva: See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours, For Paris, was it ? speak.
(of this ; That in their kind they speak it: only sin Hel. My Lord your son made me to think And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so? Had, from the conversation of my thoughts, If it be so, you have wound a goodly clue ; Haply been absent then. If it be not, forswear 't ; howe'er,' I charge Count.
But think you, Helen, thee,
| If you should tender your supposed aid,