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Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest Queftant fhrinks, find what you feek,
That Fame may cry you loud: I fay, farewel.

2 Lord. Health at your bidding ferve your Majefty!
King. Thofe girls of Italy, take heed of them;
They fay, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you serve.

Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewel. Come hither to me. [To Attendants. [Exit.

1 Lord. Oh, my fweet Lord, that you will stay behind us!

Par. 'Tis not his fault; the Spark

2 Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars.

Par. Moft admirable; I have feen 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 ftand to it, boy, fteal away bravely.

Ber. Shall I stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Creeking my shoes on the plain masonry,
'Till Honour be bought up, and no fword worn
But one to dance with? by heav'n, I'll steal away.

perours, had one Part; the Pope, by a pretended Donation from Conftantine, another; and the Third was compos'd of free States. Now by the laft Monarchy is meant the Roman, the Laft of the four general Monarchies. Upon the Fall of this Monarchy, in the Scramble, feveral Cities fet up for Themselves, and became free States: Now these might be faid properly to inherit the Fall of the Monarchy. But the Emperour could not be faid to inherit the Fall of the Monarchy, any more than a Son, who inherits an impair'd Eftate, could be faid to inherit the Fall of his Father's Eftate: Tho' thofe, who had defrauded the Father, might be faid to inherit the Fall of his Eftate. Much lefs could the Pope, by a Donation in the Times of its Duration, be faid to do fo. This being premised, now to the Sense. The King says, Higher Italy.;giving it the Rank of Preference to France; but he corrects himself and fays, I except Thofe from that Precedency, who only inherit the Fall of the laft Monarchy; as all the little petty States; for inftance, Florence to whom these Voluntiers were going. As if he had faid, I give the Place of Honour to the Emperour and the Pope, but not to the free States. All here is clear; and 'tis exactly Shakespeare's Manner, who lov'd to fhew his Reading on fuch Occafions. Mr. Warburton. I Lord.

I Lord. There's honour in the theft.

Par. Commit it, Count.

2 Lord. I am your acceffary, and fo farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our Parting is a tortur'd body.

Lord. Farewel, Captain.

2 Lord. Sweet Monfieur Parolles!

Par. Noble heroes, my fword and yours are kin; good Sparks and luftrous. A word, good metals. (11) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his finifter cheek; it was this very fword entrench'd it; fay to him, I live, and obferve his reports of me.

1 Lord. We fhall, noble Captain.

Par. Mars doat on you for his novices! what will ye do?

Ber. Stay; the King[Exeunt Lords. Par. Ule a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords, you have reftrain'd your felf within the lift of too cold an adieu; be more expreffive to them, for they wear themselves in the cap of the time; there, do mufter true gate, eat, fpeak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd ftar; and tho' the devil lead the measure, fuch are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel.

(11) You fhall find in the Regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, bis Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War bere on his finifter Cheek; It is furprizing, None of the Editors could fee that a flight Tranfpofition was abfolutely neceffary here, when there is not common Senfe in the Paffage, as it ftands without fueh Tranfpofition. Parolles only means, "You fhall find one Captain Spurio in the Camp with a Scar on his left "Cheek, a Mark of War that my Sword gave him." Our Poet has employ'd this Word, to fignify Scar, in other of his Plays: So, before, in As You like it ;

lean but upon a Rush,

The Cicatrice and capable Impreffure

Thy Palm fome moment keeps:

And in Hamlet;

Since yet thy Cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish Sword;


Ber. And I will do fo.

Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove moft finewy fword-men. [Exeunt.

Enter the King, and Lafeu.

Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to stand up.

Laf. Then here's a man ftands, that hath bought his pardon.

I would, you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy;
And that at my bidding you could fo ftand up.
King. I would, I had; fo I had broke thy pate,
And ask'd thee mercy for't.

but, my good Lord,

Laf. Goodfaith, across:

'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, my noble grapes; an if

My royal fox could reach them: (12) I have seen a Med'cin,

That's able to breathe life into a stone;

Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canary

With fprightly fire and motion; whofe fimple touch Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,

To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
And write to Her a love-line.

King. What her is this?

Laf. Why, Doctor-fhe: my Lord, there's one arriv'd,

If you will fee her: now, by my faith and honour,
If feriously I may convey my thoughts
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
With one, that in her fex, her years, profeffion,
Wisdom and conftancy, hath amaz'd me more

(12) I have feen a Medecine,] Lafeu does not mean that he has feen a Remedy, but a Perfon bringing fuch Remedy. I therefore imagine, our Author used the French Word, Medecin, i. e. a Phyfician; this agrees with what he fubjoins immediately in Reply to the King, Why, Doctor-She; and write to her a Love-line.

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Than I dare blame my weakness: will you fee her;
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'ft it.

Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,

And not be all day neither.

[Exit Lafeu.

King. Thus he his special Nothing ever prologues. Laf. [Returns.] Nay, come your ways.

[Bringing in Helena.

King. This hafte hath wings, indeed. Laf. Nay, come your ways, This is his Majefty, fay your mind to him; A traitor you do look like; but fuch traitors His Majefty feldom fears; I'm Creffid's Uncle, That dare leave two together; fare you well. King. Now, fair One, do's your bufinefs 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 fpare my praise towards him;
Knowing him, is enough: on's bed of death
Many Receipts he gave me, chiefly one,
Which as the dearest iffue of his practice,
And of his old experience th'only Darling,
He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
Safer than mine own two: more dear I have fo
And hearing your high Majefty is touch'd
With that malignant caufe, wherein the honour
Of my dear Father's gift ftands chief in power,
I come to tender it, and my appliance,
With all bound humbleness.

King. We thank you, Maiden;

But may not be fo credulous of Cure,
When our most learned Doctors leave us; and
The congregated College have concluded,
That labouring Art can never ranfome Nature


From her unaidable eftate: we must not
So ftain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our paft-cure malady

To empericks; or to diffever fo

Our great felf and our credit, to esteem

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A fenfeless help, when help paft fense we deem.
Hel. My duty then fhall pay me for my pains;
I will no more enforce mine office on you;
Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts
A modeft one to bear me back again.

King. I cannot give thee lefs, to be call'd grateful;
Thou thought'ft to help me, and fuch thanks I give,
As one near death to those that wish him live;
But what at full I know, thou know'ft no part;
I knowing all my peril, thou no art.

Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Since you fet up your Reft 'gainst remedy:
He that of greatest works is finisher,
Oft does them by the weakest minifter:
So holy Writ in Babes hath judgment shown,
When Judges have been Babes; great floods have flown,
From fimple fources; and great feas have dry'd,
When Mir'cles have by th' greatest been deny'd.
Oft expectation fails, and moft oft there

Where moft it promifes: and oft it hits
Where hope is coldeft, and despair moft fits.

King. I muft not hear thee; fare thee well, kind

Thy pains, not us'd, muft by thy felf be paid:
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.
Hel. Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd:
It is not fo with him that all things knows,
As 'tis with us, that fquare our guefs by fhows:
But moft it is prefumption in us, when
The help of heav'n we count the act of men.
Dear Sir, to my endeavours give confent,
Of heav'n, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impoftor, that proclaim
My felf against the level of mine aim,


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