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A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
Prejudicates the business, and would seem
To have us make denial.
1 Lord. His love and wisdom,
Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead
And I'lorence is denied before he comes :
Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely they have leave
To stand on either part.
2 Lord. It may well serve
For breathing and exploit.
King. What's he comes here?
Enter BERTEAN, LaFeu, and PAROLLES.
Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord,
[Exit Page. Frank natare, rather curious than in haste,
May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris ! Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a cha- Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. ritable star.
King. I would I had that corporal soundness now,
As when thy father, and myself, in friendship
First tried our soldiership! He did look far
Into the service of the time, and was
But on us both did haggish age steal on,
And wore us out of'act. It much repairs me
He had the wit, which I can well observe
Tilltheir own scorn return to them unnoted,
you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the were in his pride or sharpness; if they were, wear well.
His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thec, Clock to itself, knew the true minute, when acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which, Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, myinstruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thon His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him, wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and understand Heusd as creatures of another place; what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee Making them proud of his humility, away: farewell! When thou hast leisure, say thy In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends: Might be a copy to these younger times, get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now so farewell!
[Exit. But goers backward.
Ber. Bis good remembrance, sir,
Lies richerin your thoughts, than on his tomb;
Hescatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
Thus his good melaucholy oft began,
When it was out,-let me not live, quotlı he,
After my jiame lacks oil ,to be the snuff
Mere futhers of their garments; whose constancies
leiters; Lords and others attending. Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home,
2 Lord. You are loved, sir;
They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first,
He was much fam'd.
Ber. Some six months since, my lord.
Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon. Tama King. If he were living, I would try him yet; Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen Lend me an arm ; – the rest have worn me out come to you: of her I am to speak.
Coun With several applications !-- nature and sickness Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would speak Whs Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; with her; Helen I mean.
Welho My son's no dearer.
Clo.Was this fairface the cause, quoth she,(Singing. This Ber. Thank your majesty.
[Exeunt. Flourish. Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
Fond done, done fond, SCENE III. Rousillon. A room in the Countess's Was this king Prium's joy:
With that she sighed as she stood,
ino Count. I will now hear: what say you of this gentle- And gave this sentence then;
Among nine bad if one be good, Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your con- Among nine bad if one be good, tent, I wish might be found in the calendar of'my past There's yet one good in ten. endeavours ; for then we wound our modesty, and Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of sirrah ! ourselves we publish them.
Clo.One good woman in ten, madam ; which is a puri- Dla Count. What does this knave here? Get you gone, fying o’the song. 'Would God would serve the world sirrah! The complaints I have heard of you, I do not so all the year! we'd find no fault with the tythe-wo- Heil all believe; 'tis my slowness, that I do not: for, I know, man, if I were the parson. Onein ten, quoth a'! an we Ikea you lack not the folly to commit them, and have abi- might have a good woman born but every blazing star, lity enough to make such knaveries yours.
or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well: a Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor mau may draw his heart out, ere he pluck one. fellow,
Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I comCount. Well, sir. inand you?
Her Clo. No,madam,'tis not so well that I am poor,though Clo.That man should be at woman's command, and yet Co many of the rich are damn'd: but if I may have your no hurt done! - Though honesty be no puritan, yet it HO ladyship’s good-will to go to the world, Isbel the wo- will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility man and I will do as we may.
over the black gown of a big heart.I am going, forsooth: lad Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
the business is for Helen to come hither. (Exit Clown. Ica Clo, I do beg your good-will in this case. Count. Well now.
So Count. In what case?
Stew.I know,madam,you love your gentlewoman en Bu Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own, Service is no tirely. heritage: and, I think, I shall never have the blessing Count. Faith, I do : her father bequeathed her to me; G of God, till I have issue of my body; for, they say, and she herself, without other advantage, may law- S bearns are blessings.
fully make title to as much love as she finds: there is M Count. Tell me thy reason, why thou wilt marry. more owing her, than is paid; and more shall be paid т Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven her, than she'll demand.
Y on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that the devil Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than, Y drives.
I think, she wished me : alone she was, and did com- 4 Count. Is this all your worship’s reason? municate to herself, her own words to her own ears ;
T Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any B as they are.
stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son: C Count. May the world know them?
Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you difference betwixt their two estates; Love, no god, that and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry, would not extend his might, only where qualities were that I may repent.
level ; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness. her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the
Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to have first assault, or ransom afterward. This she delivered friends for my wife's sake.
in the most bitter touch of sorrow,that e'er I heard virCount. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. gin exclaim in: which I held my duty, speedily to acClo. You are shallow, madam ; e'en great friends; for quaint you withal;sithence in the loss that may happen, the knaves come to do that for me, which I am a-weary it concerns you something to know it. of. He, that ears my land, spares my team, and gives Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep it me leave to inn the crop : if I be his cuckold, he's my to yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this bedrudge. He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of fore, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I my flesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and could neither believe, nor misdoubt. Pray you, leave blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh me: stall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your and blood, is my friend : ergo, he that kisses my wife, honest care: I will speak with you further anon. is my friend.jf men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for youngCharbon,
Enter Helena. the puritan,and old Poysam, the papist, howsoe'er their count. Even so it was with me, when I was young : hearts are severed in religion their heads are both one, If we are nature's, these are ours: this thorn they may joll horns together, like any deer i't he herd. Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouth'd and calum- Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; nious knave?
It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
By our remembrances of days foregone,
Such were our faults;--or then we thought them none.
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
Count. You know, Helen,
I am a mother to you.
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
For loving where you do: but, if yourself,
Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and love: 0 then give pity
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly, where she dies.
Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly,
To go to Paris?
Hel. Madam, I had.
Count. Wherefore? tell true.
Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear.
You know, my father left me some prescriptions
Of rare and prov'd etl’ects, such as his reading,
And manifest experience, had collected
For general sovereignty; and that he will’d m
Iu heedfullest reservation to bestow them,
As notes, whose faculties inclusive were,
More than they were in note: amongst the rest,
Count. This was your motive
For Paris, was it? speak !
Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law; Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,
They, that they cannot help. How shall they credit
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 That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so? Shall
, for my legacy, be sanctified
By the luckiest stars in heaven:and, would your honour
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,
SCENE I–Paris. A room in the King's palace.
Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords taking leave
King.Farewell, young lords, these warlike principles
Do not throw from you:mand you, my lords, farcwell!
The gift doth stretch itself as ’tis receiv’d,
Aud is enough for both.
1 Lord. It is our hope, sir,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
|My. noble grapes, an if my royal fox And find your grace in health,
Could reach them. I have seen a medicine,
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary,
Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay,
To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, (Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall
Avd write to her a love-line. of the last monarchy,)see, that you come
King. What her is this?
Laf: Why, doctor she. My lord, there's one arriv'd,
Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz'd me more,
Than I dare blame my weakness. Will you see her Before you serve.
(For that is her demand,)and know her business? Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
That done, laugh well at me! King. Farewell !-- Come hither to me!
King. Now, good Lateu, [The King retires to a couch. Bring in the admiration; that we with thee 1 Lord.O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us! May spend our wonder too, or take oif thine, Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark
By wondering how thou took'st it. 2 Lord. O, 'tis brave wars!
Las. Nay, I'll fit you,
[Exit Lafeu. Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with: King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early.
Re-enter LAFEL, with Helena.
Laf. Nay, come your ways!
His majesty seldom fears : [ am Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together ; fare you well! (Exit. 2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell, King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us ? Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body. Tiel. Ay, my good lord, Gerard de Narbon was 1 Lord. Farewell, captain!
My father; in what he did profess, well found. 2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles !
King. I know him. Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him; Good sparks and lustrous,a word, good metals. —You Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death shall find in the regiment of the Spinii one captain Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one, Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, his sinister cheek;it was this very sword entrenched it: And of his old experience the only darling, say to him, I, live ; and observe his reports for me! Hebade me store up, as a triple eye, 2 Lord. We shall, noble captain.
Safer than mive own two, more dear; I have so: Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! [ Exeunt And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd Lords.] -What will you do?
With that malignant cause, vherein the hononr Ber. Stay; the king
[Seeing him rise. Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power, Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble I come to tenderit and my appliance, lords; you have restrained yourself within the list of With all bound humbleness. too cold an adieu:be more expressive to them;for they King. We thank you, maiden; wear themselves in the cap of the time, there,do muster But may not be so credulous of eure,– true gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of When our mostlearned doctors leave us, and the most received star; and though the devil lead the The congregated college have concluded, measure, such are to be followed: after them, and take That labouring art can never ransom nature a more dilated farewell!
From her nnaidable estate,-- I say, we must not
So stain our judgement, or corrupt our hope,
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
tidings Hel. My duty then shall pay me formy pains :
I will no more enforce mine office on you;
King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give,
As one near death to those that wish him live:
But, what at fullI know, thou know'st no part;
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy:
He that of greatest works is finisher,
So holy writ in babes hath judgement shown,
From whence thou cam’st, how tended on, – but rest
SCENE II. Rousillon. A room in the Countess's King.I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid!
Inter Countess and Clown.
of your breeding.
clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly tanght: As 'tis with us, that square our guess by shows; I know my business is but to the court. But most it is presumption in us, when
Count. To the court! why, what place make you The help of heaven we count the act af men,
special, when you put off that with such contempt? Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent!
But to the court !
Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any man-
ners, he may easily put it off'at court : he, that cannot Myself against the level of mine aim;
make a leg, put of's cap,kiss his hand,and say nothing, But know I think, and think I know most sure, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such My art is not past power, nor you past cure.
a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court: but, King. Art thou so confident? Within what space for me, I have an answer will serve allmen. Hop'st thou my cure?
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits all llel. The greatest gracelending grace,
questions. Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks ; Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-butEre twice in murk and occidental damp,
tock, or any buttock. Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp ; Count. Will your answerserve fit to all questions? Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass; as your French crown for your tallata punk, as Tib's What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly, rush for Tom's fore-finger, as as pan-cake for ShroveHealth shall live free, and sickness freely die. Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, King. Upon thy certainty and confidence,
the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a What dar'st thou venture?
wrangling knave, as the nun’s lip to the friar's mouth; llel. Tax of impudence, –
nay, as the pudding to his skin. A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, –
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for Traduc'd by odious ballads; my maiden's name all questions? Sear'd otherwise; no worse of worst extended, Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your conWith vilest torture let my life be ended.
stable, it will fit any qnestion. King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, speak:
that must fitall demands. His powerful sound, within an organ weak:
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned And what impossibility would slay
should speak truth of it: here itis, and all that belongs In common sense, sense saves another way.
to't. Ask me, if I am a courtier; it shall do you no Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate
harm tolearn. Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate;
Count. To be young again, if we could: I will be a Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all foolin question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. That happiness and prime can happy call :
I pray yon, sir, are you a courtier ? Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
Clo. O Lord, sir, There's a simple putting off: – Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate.
more, more, a hundred of them. Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try;
Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours,that loves you. That ministers thine own death, if I die.
Clo. O Lord, sir, — thick, thick, spare not me. Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die, And well deserv'd! Not helping, death's my fee; Clo. O Lord, sir,- nay, put me to’t, I warrant you. But, if I help, what do you promise me?
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,
Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my lifc, in my-O Lord. To choose from forth the royal blood of France, My low and humble name to propagate
sir : I see, things may serve long, but not serve ever. With any branch or image of thy state:
Count. I play the noble housewife with the time, to
entertain it so merrily with a fool. But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
Clo. O Lord, sir,
why, there't serves well agaii. Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
Count. An end, sir, to your business: give Helen this, King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd, And urge her to a present answer back: Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd. Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son ; So make the choice of thy own time! for I,
This is not much.
Clo. Not much commendation to them.
Count. Not much employment for you: Yon understand me?