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 ny thoughts,
Haply, been absent then.

Count. But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
He would receive it? He and his physician's
Are of a mind; he, that' they cannot help him,
They, that they cannot help: How shall 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 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,
By such a day, and hour.

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
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.

[Exeunt.]

Be

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 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;
They say, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you serve.

Both. Our hearts receive your wamings.
King. Farewel.

Come hither to me.
[The King retires to a couch.]

will stay

1. Lord. O
my sweet lord, that

you 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, steal away

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,

and our parting is a tortured body. 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 !

[Exeunt Lords.] What will

you

do? Ber. Stay; the king

(seeing him rise.] 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 kneelid, 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. 0, will you eat
No grapes, my royal fox? yes, but you will,

grapes, an if

an if my royal fox
Could reach them: I have seen a medicine,
That's able to breathe life into a stone;
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
With sprightly fire and motion; whose simple

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'a, If you will see her, now, by my faith and

honour,

My noble

If seriously I may convey my thoughts
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession,
Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz'd me more
Than I dare blame my weakness: Will you see

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 fol

low us?
Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon
My father; in what he did profess, well found.

King. I knew him.
Hel. The rather will I spare my praises to-

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,
And of his old experience the only darling,
He bad me store up, as a

triple eye,

was