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The state of your affection; for your passions
Have to the full appeach'd.

Hel. Then, I confess,
Here on my knee, before high heaven and you,
That, before


and next unto high heaven, I love your son.

[Rises. My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: Be not offended; for it hurts not him, That he is lov'd of me: I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit; Nor would I have him, 'till I do deserve him ; Yet never know how that desert should be.

Count. How, Helena!

Hel. My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love,
For loving where you do: but, if yourself,
Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever, in so true a flame of liking,
Wish chastely, and love dearly, pity show
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
But lend and give, where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
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 grące itself, I swear.
You know, my father left me some prescriptions
Of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading
And manifest experience had collected
For general sovereignty. Amongst the rest,
There is a remedy, approv'd, set down,
To cure the desperate languishes whereof
The king is render'd lost.

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 my thoughts,
Haply, been absent then.

Count. But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
He would receive it? He and his physicians
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,
Embowel'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, [Crosses L. And pray heaven's blessing into thy attempt : Begone, my child ; and be thou sure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.

[Exit Countess, L. Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves đo lie, Which we ascribe to chance. Who ever strove To show her merit, that did miss her love? The king's disease-my project may deceive me; But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. [Exit, R.


ACT II. SCENE I.-France.--An Antechamber in the King's

Enter Leffo, and BERTRAM, R.
Lef. But, I hope, your lordship thinks not this ven-
der of big words, this captain Paroles, a soldier.

Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
Lef. You have it from his own deliverance ?
Ber. And by other warranted testimony.

Lef. Then my dial goes not true; took this lark for a bunting.

Ber. I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in knowledge, and accordingly valiant..

Lef. I have then sinn'd against his experience, and transgress'd against his valour: and my state that way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent.

[Flourish of Trumpets, L. The court assembles, sir: the king expects you.

[Exeunt Lefeu, and Bertram, L.

SCENE II.-A Room of State in the Palace.Flourish

of Trumpets, L. The King of FRANCE with Letters, DUMAIN, Lewis, BIRON, JAQUES, TOURVILLE, and Gentlemen, discovered.

Enter Lefev, BERTRAM, and PAROLES, L. Lef. [Leads Bertram to the King's L.] The son of count

Rousillon, my good lord,
Young Bertram. [Crosses behind the Chair to King's R.

King. (c.)Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face:
Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
Hath well compos’d thee: Thy father's moral parts
May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
King. Our letters here, my lords, deliver us,
The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ;
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.

Lef. (R.) So 'tis reported, sir.

King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
With caution, that the Florentine will move us
For speedy aid.

Lef. His love and wisdom,
Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead
For amplest credence.

King. He hath arm’d our answer,
And Florence is denied before he comes :
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part; except alone
The count Rousillon, whom we keep with us ;
Lest battle rob his mother of a son,
And our sick hours of comfort in his absence.

Dum. 'Tis our hope, sir,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.

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King. [Rises.] No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Will not confess it owns the malady
That doth my life besiege.-Farewell, young lords ;
Whether I live or die, be you the sons
Of worthy Frenchmen.-How long is't, my lord,
Since the physician at your father's died ?
He was much fam’d.

Ber. Some twelve months since, my lord.

King. If he were living, I would try him yet ;-
Lend me an arm ;-[Leans on Lefeu.] the rest have worn

me out
With several applications :-nature and sickness
Debate it at their leisure.- Welcome, count;
My son's no dearer.
Ber. Thank your majesty.

[Flourish of Trumpets, R.--Exeunt the King,

leaning on Lefeu ; Biron, Jaques, Tourville, and

Attendants, R.
Dum. O, sweet, my lord, that you will stay behind us !
Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark-
Lew. 0, 'tis brave wars!
Par. Most admirable : I have seen those wars.
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept at home.

Par. (Crossing to Bertram.) 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 brought up, and no sword worn,
But one to dance with !-By heaven, I'll steal away.

Dumb. There's honour in the theft.
Par. Commit it, count.
Lew. I am your accessary:

Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd body.

[Exit Bertram, R. Dum. Farewell, captain. Lew. Sweet monsieur Paroles !

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 of me.

Dum. We shall, noble captain.

Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy sword-men. [Exeunt Dumain, and Lewis, L. ; Paroles, R.

SCENE III.-Rousillon, in France.-The Hall of the

Countess's House. Enter Countess with a Letter, and Clown, L. Count. Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.

Clown. I will shew myself highly fed, and lowly taught: I know my business is but to the court.

Count. But to the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt ? But to the court!

Clown. Truly, madam, if heaven hath lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court: But, for me,

have an answer will serve all men. Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits all questions.

Clown. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all bottoms. Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions ?

Clown. As fit as ten groats is for the hands of an attorney, as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth ; nay, as the pudding to his skin.

Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions ?

Clown. From below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit any question.

Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, that must fit all demands.

Clown. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't: Ask me, if I am courtier ;-it shall do you no harm to learn.

Count. To be young again, if we could. I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a courtier ?

Clown. O Lord, sir, -There's a simple putting off: More, more, a hundred of them.

Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. Clown. O Lord, sir, -Thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. Clown. O Lord, sir,-Nay, put me to 't, I warrant you.

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