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my brother:

Yet I express to you a mother's care :-
God's mercy, maiden ! does it curd thy blood,

say, I am thy mother? What's the matter,
That this distempered messenger of wet,
The many-colored Iris, rounds thine eye?
Why ?- That you are my daughter ?

That I am not. Count. I



am your mother. Hel.

Pardon, madam. The count Rousillon cannot be I am from humble, he from honored name; No note upon my parents, his all noble: My master, my dear lord he is; and I His servant live and will his vassal die. He must not be my brother. Count.

Nor I your mother? Hel. You are my mother, madam. 'Would you

were (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother) ) Indeed my mother !-Or were you both our mothers, I care no more for,' than I do for Heaven, So I were not his sister. Can't no other, But, I your daughter, he must be my brother?

Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in


God shield, you mean it not! daughter and mother
So strive upon your pulse. What, pale again?
My fear hath catched your fondness : now I see
The mystery of

your loneliness, and find
Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross,
You love my son ; invention is ashamed,
Against the proclamation of thy passion,
To say, thou dost not. Therefore, tell me true;
But tell me then, 'tis so :-for, look, thy cheeks

1 There is a designed ambiguity; i. e. I care as much for; I wish it equally.

2 i. e. “Can it be no other way, but if I be your daughter, he must be my brother?” 3 Contend.

4 The old copy reads loveliness. The emendation is Theobald's. It has been proposed to read lowliness.

Confess it, one to the other; and thine eyes
See it so grossly shown in thy behaviors,
That in their kind they speak it; only sin
And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so ?
If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew;
If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee,
As Heaven shall work in me for thine avail,
To tell me truly

Good madam, pardon me!
Count. Do you love my son ?

Your pardon, noble mistress !
Count. Love you my son ?

Do not you love him, madam ? Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, Whereof the world takes note. Come, come,

Come, come, disclose The state of

affection ; for

your passions
Have to the full appeached.

Then, I confess,
Here on my knee, before high Heaven and you,
That before you, and next unto high Heaven,
I love your son.
My friends were poor, but honest: so's my love.
Be not offended; for it hurts not him,
That he is loved of me. I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit ;
Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him ;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know, I love in vain, strive against hope ;
Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve,
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still ; thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore

1 In their language, according to their nature.

2 Johnson is perplexed about this word captious," which (says he) I never found in this sense, yet I cannot tell what to substitute, unless carious, for rotten." Farmer supposes captious to be a contraction of capacious! Steevens believes that captious meant recipient! capable of receiving! and intenible incapable of holding or retaining :-he rightly explains the latter word, which is printed in the old copy intemible by mistake.

The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love,
For loving where you do; but, if yourself,
Whose aged honor cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever, in so true a flame of liking,
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and love ;-0 then give pity
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
But lend and give, where she is sure to lose ;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.

Count. Had you not lately an intent-speak truly,
To go to Paris ?

Madam, I had. Count.

Wherefore? Tell true. Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. You know, my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading, And manifest experience, had collected For general sovereignty; and that he willed me In heedfulest reservation to bestow them, As notes, whose faculties inclusive were, More than they were in note. Amongst the rest, There is a remedy approved, set down, To cure the desperate languishes, whereof The king is rendered lost. Count.

This was your motive For Paris, was it? speak.

Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this ;
Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,
Had, from the conversation of my thoughts,
Haply, been absent then.

But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
He would receive it? He and his physicians
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him;

1 Receipts in which greater virtues were inclosed than appeared to observation.

They, that they cannot help. How shall they credit
A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools,
Embowelled of their doctrine,' have left off
The danger to itself?

There's something hints,
More than my father's skill, which was the greatest
Of his profession, that his good receipt

, for my legacy, be sanctified
By the luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honor
But give me leave to try success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure,
By such a day and hour.

Dost thou believe't ?
Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and

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.

gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.


1 Exhausted of their skill.
2 The old copy reads—in't. The emendation is Hanmer's.

3 Into for unto—a common form of expression with old writers. The third folio reads unto.


SCENE I. Paris. A Room' in the King's



Enter King, with young Lords taking leave for the

Florentine war; BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants.

King. Farewell, young lord,' these warlike prin

ciples Do not throw from you ;—and you, my lord, fare

Share the advice betwixt you ; if both gain all,
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
And is enough for both.
1 Lord.

It is our hope, sir,
After well-entered soldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.

King. No, no, it cannot be ; and yet my heart
Will not confess he owes the malady
That doth my life besiege. Farewell,

Farewell, young lords ;
Whether I live or die, be you the sons
Of worthy Frenchmen. Let higher Italy
(Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy). see, that you come
Not to woo honor, but to wed it; when
The bravest questant * shrinks, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud. I say, farewell.

1 In this and the following instance the folio reads lords. The correction was suggested by Tyrwhitt

. 2 i. e. my spirits, by not sinking under my distemper, do not acknowledge its influence.

3 Johnson's explanation of this obscure passage is preferable to any that has been offered:-“Let Upper Italy, where you are to exercise your valor, see that you come to gain honor, to the abatement, that is, to the overthrow, of those who inherit but the fall of the last monarchy, or the remains of the Roman empire.” Bated and abated are used elsewhere by Shakspeare in a kindred sense.

4 Seeker, inquirer.

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