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King. Methinks, in thee fome blessed spirit doth speak :
His power full sounds within an organ weak;
And what impoflibility would lay
In common sense, sense faves another way.
Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate
Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate :
Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all

That happiness and prime can happy call;
Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate.
Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try;
That ministers thine own death, if I die,

Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
And well deserv'd! Not helping, death's my fee;
But if I help, what do you promise me?

King. Make thy demand.
Hel. But will you make it even ?
King. Ay, by my fceptre, and my hopes of hear'n.

Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand, What husband in thy power I will command. · Exempted be from me the arrogance

To chuse from forth the Royal blood of France;
My low and humble name to propagate
With any branch or impage of thy itate :
But such a one thy vasfal, whom I know
Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.

King. Here is my hand, the premises observ'd,
Thy will by my performance shall be ferv'd :
So, make the choice of thine own time; for I,
Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
More should I question thee, and more I must;
(Though more to know, could not be more to trust):
From whence thou cam'st, how tended on,-but reft
Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest.
Give me some help here, hoa ! if thou proceed
As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.



SCENE IV. Changes to Roufillon.

Enter Countess and Clown, Count. Come on, Sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.

Clo. I will thew myself highly fed, and lowly taught; I know


business is but to the court. Count. But to the court? why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempı; but to the court!

Clo. Truly, Madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say Dothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court : but for me, I have an answer will serve all men.

Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions.

Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock.

Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions?

Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your tafraty punk, as Tib's ruih for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean

a wrangling kaave, * as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.

Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions?

C!. From below your Duke, to beneath your confable, it will fit any queftion.

Count. It must be an answer of muli monstrous size, that must fit all demands.

Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned Mould speak truth of it : here it is, and all that belongs to't. Ask me, if I am a courtier :you no harm to learn.

Count. To be young again, if we could: I will be a



it ihall ao

fool in a question, hoping to be the wiser by your anfwer. I pray you, Sir, are you a courtier ? Glo. O Lord, Sir *

-- there's a fimple putting off:

: more, more, a hundred of them,

Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of your's, that loves you.

Glo. O Lord, Sir,- -thick, thick, spare not me.

Count. I think, Sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.

Clo. O Lord, Sir,-nay, put me to’t, I warsant you.

Count. You were lately whipp'd, Sir, as I think.
Clo. O Lord, Sir, -spare not me.

Count. Do you cry, O Lord, Sir, at your whipping, and Spare not me? Indeed, your O Lord, Sir, is very sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to’t.

Clo, I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in myO Lord, Sir; I fee, things may serve long, but not serve ever.

Count, I play the noble huswife with the time, to entertain it fo merrily with a fool,

Glo. O Lord, Sir, why there't serves well again.

Count. An end, Sir; to your business: give Helen this, And urge her to a present answer back. Commend me to my kinsmen, and my fon : This is not much.

Clo: Not much commendation to them?

Count. Not much employment for you; you understand me?

Clo. Most fruitfully, I am there before my legs.
Count. Haste you again.

[Exeunt. SCENE V. Changes to the court of France.

Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.

Laf. They say, miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons to make modern, and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make triiles of terrors; ensconsing ourselves into

* A ridicule on that foolish expletive of speech then in vogue at court.

seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown * fear.

Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our later times.

Ber. And so 'tis.
Laf. To be relinquish'd of the artists
Par. So I say, both of Galen and Paracelsus.
Laf. Of all the learned and authentic fellows
Par. Right, so I say.
Leif. That

gave him out incurable,
Par. Why, there 'tis, fo say I too.
Laf. Not to be help'd, -
Par. Right, as 'twere a man assurid of an-

Laf. Uncertain life, and fure death,- Par. Just, you say well : so would I have said. Laf. I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.

Par. It is indeed, if you will have it in fhcwing, you shall read it in, what do you call there

Laf. Afhewing of a heavenly effect in an earthly altor. Par. That's it, I would have faid the very

fame. Laf. Why, your dolphin is not lustier : for me, I speak in respect

Par. Nay, 'tis ftrange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most facinerious spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the

Laf. Very hand of heav'n.
Par. Ay, fo I say:
Laf. In a most weak-

Par. And debile minifter, great power, great tranfcendence; which should indeed give us +*** a farther use to be made than alone the recov'ry of the King; as to be

Laf. Generally thankful.

SCENE VI. Enter King, Helena, and attendants,

Par. I would have said it, you said well. Here comes the King.

* Unknown, for fupernatural.

+ Two or three words seem to have been dropt here, which appear to have been to this purpose, give us [notice, that there is of this] a furtber use to be made.

Laf. Lustick, as the Dutchman says : l'll like a maid the better while I have a tooth in my head : why, he's able to lead her a corranto.

Par. Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?
Laf. 'Fore God, I think so.

King. Go call before me all the Lords in court
Sit, my prescrver, by thy patient's fide ;
And with this healthful hand, whose banih'd sense
Thou hast repeal’d, a second time receive.
The confirmation of my promis'd gift;
Which but attends thy naming.

Enter three or four Lords.
Fair maid, fend forth thine eye; this youthful parcel
Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
O'er whom both sov’reign power and father's voice
I have to ufe; thy frank election make;
Thou hast power to chuse, 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.

[She addreises herself to a Lord. 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 wealthieit,
That, I proteit, I fimply am a maid.
Flease it your Majesty, I have done already:
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
We blush that thou should'st chufe, but be refus'd;
Let the white death fit on thy cheek for ever,
We'll 'ne'er come there again.

King. Make choice, and fee,
Who Thuns thy love, shuns all his love in me.

Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fiy,
And to impartial Love, that god most high,
Do my fighs stream. Sir, will you hear my fuit?

I Lord. And grant it.

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