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With one, that in her sex, her years, profession,
Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all day neither. Exit. King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid:
Laf. Nay, come your ways.
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd. 150
Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA.
Hel. Ay, my good lord.
I knew him. Hel. The rather will I spare my praises to wards him;
When judges have been babes; great floods have
From simple sources; and great seas have dried
Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death
Tax of impudence, A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maiden's name Sear'd otherwise; nay worse, if worse, extended With vilest torture let my life be ended.
King. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
I will no more enforce mine office on you;
King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd
But, if I help, what do you promise me?
As one near death to those that wish him live;
Hel. Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly
Hel. What I can do can do no hurt to try,
His powerful sound within an organ weak;
In common sense, sense saves another way. 180
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
What husband in thy power I will command:
Clo. O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to 't, I warrant you.
Clo. From below your duke to beneath your constable, it will fit any question.
Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size that must fit all demands.
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it. Here it is, and all that belongs to 't ask me if I am a courtier ; it shall do you no harm to learn.
39 Count. To be young again, if we could. I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a courtier ?
Clo. O Lord, sir! there's a simple putting off. More, more, a hundred of them.
Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.
Clo. O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
Count. You were lately whipped, 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 my O Lord, sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.
Count. I play the noble housewife with the time,
To entertain it so merrily with a fool.
Clo. O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again.
Count. An end, sir: to your business. Give
And urge her to a present answer back :
Clo. Not much commendation to them. Count. Not much employment for you: you understand me?
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all fear. questions?
Clo. Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs. Count. Haste you again. Exeunt severally.
SCENE III.-Paris. A Room in the KING'S Palace.
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 trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown
Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times. Ber. And so 'tis.
Par. Right; so I say.
Laf. That gave him out incurable,-
Par. Right; as 'twere a man assured of a-
Par. That's it I would have said; the very
Laf. Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me, I speak in respect
Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most facinorous spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the
Laf. Very hand of heaven.
Laf. Lustig, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head. Why, he's able to lead her a coranto. 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 preserver, by thy patient's side: And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd
Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
Hel. I am a simple maid; and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a maid. Please it your majesty, I have done already : The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me, We blush that thou should'st choose; but, be refus'd,
Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever; We'll ne'er come there again.'
King. Make choice; and, see, Who shuns thy love, shuns all his love in me. Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly, And to imperial Love, that god most high, Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit? First Lord. And grant it. Hel. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. Laf. I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life.
Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threateningly replies: Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love! Second Lord. No better, if you please. Hel. My wish receive, 89 Which great Love grant! and so I take my leave.
Laf. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine I'd have them whipped, or I would send them to the Turk to make eunuchs of.
Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take;
I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:
Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they 'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English ; the French ne'er got 'em.
Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good,
To make yourself a son out of my blood.
In such a business give me leave to use
Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down Must answer for your raising? I know her well : She had her breeding at my father's charge. 120 A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain Rather corrupt me ever!
King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
I can build up.
Strange is it that our bloods,
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me. Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do 't.
Hel. That you are well restor'd, my lord, I'm glad:
King. Thou wrong'st thyself if thou should'stable vent of thy travel; it might pass yet the strive to choose. scarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from_believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not; yet art thou good for nothing but taking up, and that thou 'rt scarce worth.
Let the rest go.
King. My honour's at the stake, which to
I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not
It is in us to plant thine honour where
Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee,
Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial; which if-Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well: thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. Give me thy hand.
Par. My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
Laf. Ay,with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it.
Par. Well, I shall be wiser.
Laf. E'en as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the default, he is a man I know.
Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.
Laf. Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel ont of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords and honourable personages than the commission of your birth and virtue gives
Par. Will this capriccio hold in thee? art sure?
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd:
and to keep them on, have them still. O! my knave, how does my old lady?
Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady!
Hel. I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own good fortunes.
Par. You had my prayers to lead them on;
Clo. So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you say.
Par. Why, I say nothing.
Clo. Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing. To say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which is within a very little of nothing.
Par. Away! thou 'rt a knave.
Clo. You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt a knave; that is. before me thou'rt a knave: this had been truth, sir.
Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
Clo. Did you find me in yourself, sir, or were you taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable; and much fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure and the increase of laughter.
Par. A good knave, i' faith, and well fed. Madam, my lord will go away to-night ; A very serious business calls on him. The great prerogative and rite of love, Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge,
But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;
Which they distil now in the curbed time,
What's his will else? 50 Par. That you will take your instant leave o' the king,
SCENE IV. Another Room in the Same.
Hel. My mother greets me kindly: is she well? Clo. She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be given, she's very well, and wants nothing i' the world; but yet she is not well.
And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
Strengthen'd with what apology you think
Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.
I pray you. Come, sirrah. Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Another Room in the Same.
Laf. But I hope your lordship thinks not him soldier.
Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof. Laf. You have it from his own deliverance. Ber. And by other warranted testimony.
Laf. Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for a bunting.
Ber. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge and accordingly valiant.
Laf. I have then sinned against his experience and transgressed against his valour; and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent. Here he comes; I pray you, make us friends; I will pursue the amity.
Par. To BERTRAM. These things shall be done, sir.