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The state of your affection; for your passions
Hel. Then, I confess,
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,
Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly,
Hel. Madam, I had.
Count. This was your motive
Hel. My lord, your son made me to think of this ;
Count. But think you, Helen,
They, that they cannot help: How shall they credit
Hel. There's something hints,
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.
END OF ACT I.
ACT II. SCENE I.-France.--An Antechamber in the King's
Ber. Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
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,
King. (c.)Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face:
Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
Lef. (R.) So 'tis reported, sir.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
Lef. His love and wisdom,
King. He hath arm’d our answer,
Dum. 'Tis our hope, sir,
King. [Rises.] No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Ber. Some twelve months since, my lord.
King. If he were living, I would try him yet ;-
[Flourish of Trumpets, R.--Exeunt the King,
leaning on Lefeu ; Biron, Jaques, Tourville, and
Par. (Crossing to Bertram.) An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away bravely.
Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Dumb. There's honour in the theft.
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.