1 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, Count. But think you, Helen, credit A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Hel. There's something hints, More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure, Count. Dost thou believe't? Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly. Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings thie [Exeunt.] Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish. Enter King, with young lords taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants. King. Farewel, young lords, these warlike principles 1 Do not throw from you: - and you, my lords, farewel: Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd, And is enough for both. 1. Lord. 'Tis our hope, sir, After well-enter'd 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 does my life besiege. Farewel, 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 honour, but to wed it; when The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek, That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewel. 2. Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty! King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; Both. Our hearts receive your warmings. [The King retires to a couch.] 1. Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark 2. Lord. O, 'tis brave wars! Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars. Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with; Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early. Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, stealaway bravely. Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away. 1. Lord. There's honour in the theft. Par. Commit it, count. 2. Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewel. Ber. I grow to you, tortured body. and our parting is a 1. Lord. Farewel, captain. 2. Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles! Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword entrench'd it: say to him, I live; and observe his reports for me. 2. Lord. We shall, noble captain. Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! What will you do? [Exeunt Lords.] [seeing him rise.] Ber. Stay; the king Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrain'd yourself within the list of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel. Ber. And I will do so. Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men. [Exeunt BER. and PAR.] Enter LAFEU. Laf. Pardon, my lord, [kneeling.] for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to stand up. Laf. Then here's a man Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you Had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy; and That, at my bidding, you could so stand up. King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for't. Laf. Good faith, across: But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd Of your infirmity? King. No. Laf. O, will you eat No grapes, my royal fox? yes, but you will, Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary touch Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay, To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, And write to her a love-line. King. What her is this? Laf. Why, doctor she: My lord, there's one arriv'd, If you will see her, - now, by my faith and honour, If seriously I may convey my thoughts her, (For that is her demand,) and know her business? That done, laugh well at me. King. Now, good Lafeu, Bring in the admiration; that we with thee May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, By wond'ring how thou took'st it. Laf. Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all day neither. [Exit Lafeu.] King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. Re-enter LAFEU with HELENA. Laf. Nay, come your ways. King. This haste hath wings indeed. Laf. Nay, come your ways; This is his majesty, say your mind to him: A traitor you do look like; but such traitors His majesty seldom fears; I am Cressid's uncle, That dare leave two together; fare you well. [Exit.] King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us? Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was My father; in what he did profess, well found. King. I knew him. The rather will I spare my praises to Hel. wards him; Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one, Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, He bad me store up, as a triple eye, |