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It is the show and feal of nature's truth,
is fick on't; I observe her now. -
Count. Nay, a mother ;
Hel. That I ain not.
Hel. Pardon, Madam.
Count. Nor I your mother?
Hel. You are my mother, Madam; would you were, (So that my Lord, your fon, were not my brother) Indeed, my mother! -or were you both our mothers I care no more for, than I do for heay'n, So I were not his filter: can't no other, But I your daughter, he must be my
brother? Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law;
God shield, you mean it not, daughter and mother
Hel, Good Madam, pardon me.
you my fon?
Now I fee
Your salt sears bead;-) The mystery of her loveliness is beyond my comprehension: The old Countess is saying nothing ironical, nothing taunting, or in reproach, that this word should find a place here; which it could not, unless sarcastically employ’d, and with some spleen. I dare warrant, the poet meant, his old Lady should say no more than this: "I now find
the myftery of your creeping into corners, and weeping, and “ pining in secret.” For this reason I have amended the text, lone. liness. The fteward, in the foregoing scene, where he gives the Countess intelligence of Helen's behaviour says;
Alone she was, and did communicate to berself ber own words to ber own ear's. The author has used the word loneliness, to signify a person's being slone, again in his Hamler,
We will be tow ourselves : read on this book ;
colour Your loneliness.
Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose
Hel. Then, I confers,
Count. Had you not lately an intent, (peak truly, To go to Paris?
Hel. Madam, I had.
Hel I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear,
As notes, whose faculties inclufive were,
Count. This was your motive for Paris, was it, speak?
Count. But think you, Helen, If yoa should tender your supposed aid, He would receive it? he and his physicians Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him: They, that they cannot help. How fall they credit A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off The danger to itself?
Hel. There's something int More than my father's kill, (which was the great'. Of his profeffion) that bis good receipt Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th' luckiest Itars in heay'n ; and, would your Honoar But give me leave to try fuccefs, I'd ventore The well-loft life of mine on his Grace's core, By such a day and hour. Count. Doft thou believe't ? Hel. Ay, Madam, knowingly,
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love Means and attendants; and my loving greetings To those of mine in court. I'll stay at home, And pray God's blessing into thy attempt :
Begone, to-morrow; and be fure of this, What I can help thee to, thou fhalt not miss. [Exeunt.
SCENE, the Court of France.
Enter the King, with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war. Bertram and Parolles.
Do not throw from you: you, my Lords, farewel;
1 Lord. 'Tis our hope, Sir,
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart -
mlet big ber Italy 4. (Tbose bated, tbar inberit but I be fall
Of ibe last monarchy ;) See, &c.] This seems to me one of the very obscure passages of Sbokespeare, and which therefore may very well demand explanation. Italy, at the time of this scene, was under three very different tenures. The Emperor, as luccetjor of the Roman Emperors, bad one part; the Pope, by a preended donation from ConJentine, another; and the third was cumpos'd of free ftates. Now by the last monoroby is meant the 'Roman, che last of the four general monarchies. Upon the fall of this monarchy, in the scramble, several cities set up for themselves, and became free fates: Now these might be said properly to inperit the fall of the monarchy. But the Emperor could not be said to inherit ine fall of the monarchy, any more than a fon, who inherits an impair's efiate, 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 estate, Much less could the