Clown. O Lord, sir, Why, there't serves well again.

Count. An end, sir, to your businefs: Give
Helen this,

And urge her to a present answer back:
Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son;
This is not much.

Clown. Not much commendation to them. Count. Not much employment for you: You understand me?

Clown. 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 fear. Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder, that hath shot out in our later times.

Ber. And so 'tis.

Laf. To be relinquish'd of the artists,

Par. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus.
Laf. Of all the learned and authentick fel-

lows,

Par. Right, so I say.

Laf. That gave him out incurable,

Par. Why, there 'tis; so say I too.

Laf. Not to be help'd,

Par. Right; as 'twere, a man assur'd of an →

Laf. Uncertain life, and sure death.

Par

Par. Just, you say well; so would I have said.

Laf. I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.

Par. It is, indeed: if you will have it in shewing, you shall read it in, What do you

call there?

Laf. A shewing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor.

Par. That's it I would have said; the very

same.

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 is of a most facinorous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the

Laf. Very hand of heaven.

Par. Ay, so I say.

Laf. In a most weak

Par. And debile minister, great power, great transcendence: which should, indeed, give us a farther use to be made, than alone the recovery of the king, as to be

Laf. Generally thankful.

Enter King, HELENA, and Attendants.

Par. I would have said it; you say well: Here comes the king.

Laf. Lustick, 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 corranto.

Par. Mort du Vinaigre! Is not this Helen?
Laf. Fore God, I think so.

King. Go, call before me all the lords in court.[Exit an Attendent.] Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;

And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd

sense

Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
The confirmation of my promis'd gift,
Which but attends thy naming.

Enter several Lords.

Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel

Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
O'er whom both sovereign power and father's

voice

I have to use: thy frank election make;
Thou hast power to choose, and they none to

forsake.

Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous

mistress

Fall, when love please! marry, to each, but

one!

Laf. I'd give bay Curtal, and his furniture, My mouth no more were broken than these boys, And writ as little beard.

King. Peruse them well:

Not one of those, but had a noble father.

Hel. Gentlemen,

Heaven hath, through me, restor❜d the king to

health.

All. We understand it, and thank heaven for

you.

Hel. I am a simple maid; and therein wealth

iest,

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,
refus'd,

Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;
We'll ne'er come there again.

be

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.

suit?

1. Lord. And
And grant it.

Sir, will

you

hear my

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 threatningly replies:
Love make your fortunes twenty times above
Her that so wishes, and her humble love!
2. Lord. No better, if you please.

Hel. My wish receive,

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 whipt; or I would send them to the Turk, to make eunuchs of.

Hel. Be not afraid [to a Lord.] that I your hand should take;

I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:
Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!

Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got them.

Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good,

To make yourself a son out of my blood.

4. Lord. Fair one, I think not so.

Laf. There's one grape yet, I am sure, thy

father drunk wine. But if thou be'st not an afs, I am a youth of fourteen; I have known thee already.

Hel. I dare not say, I take you; [to Ber.] but

I give

Me, and my service, ever whilst I live,
Into your guiding power.
This is the man.

King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, she's thy wife.

Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your highnefs,

In such a businefs give me leave to use
The help of mine own eyes.

King. Know'st thou not, Bertram,
What she has done for me?

Ber. Yes, my good lord;

But never hope to know why I should marry her. King. Thou know'st, she has rais'd me from my sickly bed.

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: A poor physician's daughter my wife! Rather corrupt me ever!

Disdain.

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,
Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
In differences so mighty: If she be

All that is virtuous, (save what thou dislik'st,
A poor physician's daughter,) thou dislik'st
Of virtue for the name: but do not so:
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignify'd by the doer's deed:
Where great additions swell, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour: good alone
Is good, without a name; vileness is so:
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
In these to nature she's immediate heir;