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, If you should tender your supposed aid, 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 By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour But give me leave to try succefs, I'd venture Count. Dost thou believe't? Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly. Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings [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 Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, farewel: Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, 1. Lord. 'Tis our hope, sir, After well-enter'd soldiers, to return King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confefs, he owes the malady That does my life besiege. Farewel, young lords; 2. Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty! King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. Come hither to me. 1. Lord. O my sweet lord, that Par. behind us! '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. Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you Laf. Good faith, acrofs: 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 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'd, If you will see her, now, by my faith and honour, If seriously I may convey my thoughts (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. This is his majesty, say your mind to him: [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 profefs, well found. King. I knew him. Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him; Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death |