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an a poor fellow.
Hathwell compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts! Since the physician at your father's died?
-the rest have worn ine out First try'd our soldiership! He did look far With several applications:-nature and sickness Into the service of the time, and was
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; My son's no dearer. But on us both did haggish age steal on,
Ber. Thank your majesty. [Flourish.Exeunt. And wore us out of act. It much repairs me 10
A Room in the Count's Palace.
Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown'.
gentlewoman? Were in his pride or sharpness: if they were, Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your His equal had awak'd thein ; and his honcur, content', I wish might be found in the calendar Clock to itself, knew the true minute when of my past endeavours; for then we wound our Exception bid him speak, and, at that time, | 20 modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deHis tôngue obey'd his hand: who were below him servings, when of ourselves we publish them. He us'd as creatures of another place”;
Count. What does this knave here? Get you And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of Making them proud of his humility,
you, I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness, that In their poor praise he humbled': Such a man 25 I do not: for, I know, you lack not folly to comMight be a copy to these younger times : mit them, and have ability enough to make such Which follow'd well, would demonstrate them knaveries yours?. But goers backward.
[now, Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, that I Ber. His good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb ; 30 Count. Well, sir. So in approof lives not his epitaph,
Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am As in your royal speech'.
poor, though many of the rich are damn’d: But, King. Would, I were with him! He would al- if I may have your Ladyship's good will to go to
the world', Isbel the woman and I will do as we (Methinks, i hear him now; his plausive words|35 may. He scatter'd not in ears, but gratted them
Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? To grow there, and to bear)- Let me not live,- Clo. I do beg your good-will in this case. Thus his good melancholy oft began,
Count. In what case? On the catastrophe and li'el of pastime,
Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service When it was out,--let me not live, quoth he, 40 is no heritage: and, I think, I shall never have After my fame lacks oil, to be the snuff the blessing of God, till I have issue of iny body; Of younger spirits, cchose apprehensive senses lor, they say, bearns are blessings. [ry. Allbut new things disdain; whose judgments are Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marMerefathers oftheir garments; tehnse constancies Clo. My poor body, madani, requires it: I Expire before their fashions :- This he wished :45 am driven on by the tlesh; and he must needs I, after hin, do after him wish too,
go, that the devil drives. Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, Count. Is this all your worship’s reason ? I quickly were di solved from iny hive,
Clo. Faith, madan, I have other holy reasons, To give some labourer room.
such as they are. 2 Lord. You are lov’d, sir;
50 Count. May the world know them? Ther, that least lend it
first. Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, King. I fill a place, I knou'l-How long is't, as you and all tiesh and blood are; and, indeed, count,
II do marry, that I may repent. ? That is, cover petty faults with great mierit. ?i. e. he made allowances for their conduct, and bore froin them what he would not from one of his own rank. 3 i. e. by condescending stoop In his inferiors, he exalted them and made them proud; and, in the gracious receiving their poor. praise,' he humbled even his humility. Approof is upprobation. Mr. Tollet explains this passage thus: “: His epitaph or inscription on his tomb is not so much in approbation or commenda;
țion of him, as is your royal speech.” • A Cloun in Shakspeare is commonly taken for a licensed Zester, or domestick fool. We are not to wonder that we tind this character often in his plays, since fools were, at that time, maintained in all great families, to keep up merriment in the house. ?i. e. to equal your desires. j. e. You are fool enough to commit those irregularities you are charged with, and yet not so much fool neither, as to discredit the accusation by any defect in your ability: i. e. to be married. See note', p. 128.
Count. Thymarriage,sooner thanthywickedness. Count. Well, now. Clo, I am out of friends, madam; and I hope Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentleto have friends for my wife's sake.
woman intirely. Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her
Clo. You are shallow, madam, in great friends; 5 ]to me; and she herself, without other advantage, for the knaves come to do that for me, which 1 inay lawfully make title to as much love as she am aweary of. He that ears' my land, spares my finds: there is more owing her, than is paid; team, and gives me leave to inn the crop: It 1 and more shall be paid her, than she'll demnanda be his cukold, he's my drudge: He, that coin- Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her forts my wise, is the cherisher of my tlesh and 10than, I think, she wish'd me: alone she was, and blood; he that cherishes my tiesh and blood, love: did communicate to herself, her own words to her my flesh and blood; he that loves my flesh and own ears; she thought, I dare row for her, they blood, is my friend: ergo, he that kisses my wife touch'd not any stranger sense. Her matter was, is my friend. If men could be contented to be she lov'd your son: Fortune, she said, was no godwhat they are, there were no fear in marriage : 15dess, that had put such difference betwixt their for young Charbon the puritan, and old Puysain two estates: Love, no god, that would not extend the papist, howsoe'er their hearts are severed in This might, only where qualities were level; Diana, religion, their heads are both one, they may joul no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor horns together, like any deer i' the herd. knight to be surprised without rescue in the first as
Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and 20 sault, or ransom afterward: This she deliver'd in caluinnious knave?
the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard Clo. A prophet?, I, madam: and I speak the a virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty speeditruth the next' way,
ly to acquaint you withal; sithence, in the loss that For I the ballad will repeat,
mayhappen, it concerns you something to know it. Which men full true shall find; 125 Count. You have discharg'd this honestly; keep Your marriage comes by destiny, it to yourself: many likelihods inform’d me of Your cuckoo sings by kind.
this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, Count. Get you gone, sir ; I'll talk with you that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray more anon.
you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid 30 thank you for your honest care: I will speak Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak. with you further anon, [Exit Steward. Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would
Enter Helena. speak with her: Helen I mean. (Singing. Count. Even so it was with me, when I was, Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,
young : Why the Grecians sucked Troy? 35]If we are nature's, these are ours: this thorn Fond done, done fond,
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
gave this sentence then; 40 By our remembrances of days foregone, (none. Antong nine bad if one be good, Such were our faults, O! then we thought thein Among nine bad if one be good,
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
Hei. What is your pleasure, madam?
451 am a mother to vou. Clo. One good woman in ten, madam ; which Hel. Mine honourable mistress. is a purifying o' the song: 'Would God would Count. Nay, a mother; serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault Why not a mother? When I said, a mother, with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson : One Methought you saw a serpent: What's in mother, in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good wo-150That you start at it? I say, I am your mother; man born but every blazing star, or at an earth- And put you in the catalogue of those quake, 'twould mend the lottery well; a man That were enwombed mine: 'Tis often seen, inay draw his heart out, ere he pluck one. Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds
Count. You'll be gone, sic knave, and do as A native slip to us from foreign seeds : I command you ?
53 You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, Clo. That man should be at a woman's com- Yet I express to you a mother's care:mand, and yet no hurt done !-- Though hone ty God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood, be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it wi Co say, I ain thy mother? What's the matter, wear the surplice of humility over the black gown That ihis distemper'd me senger of wet, of a big heart.--I am going, forsooth: the bu-160 The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye? siness is for Helen to come hither. [Erit. Why?--that you are my daughter?
• To ear is to plough. *? It is a superstition, which hath run through all ages and people, that natural fools have something in them of divinity; on which account they were esteemed sacred. Si. e. the nearest way. * fond here means foolishly done. 'i. e. according to our recollection.
Hel. To say, Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,
Hel. That I am not.
Religious in mine error, I adore Count. I say, I am your mother.
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, Hel. Pardon, madam;
But knows of lim no more. My dearest madamn, The count Rousillon cannot be my brother: Let not your hate encounter with my love, I am tram humble, he from honour'd name; 5 For loving where you do: but, if yourself, No note upon my parents, his all noble: Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, My master, my dear lord he is; and I
Did ever, in so true a flame of liking, His servant live, and will his vassal die :
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian He must not be iny brother.
Was both herself and love; O then, gire pity Count, Nor I your mother?
[were 10 To her, whose state is such, that cannot chuse Hel. You are my mother, madam; 'Would you But land and give, where she is sure to lose; (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother) Chat seeks not to find that, her search implies, Indeed, my mother !-or were you both our mo- But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. I care no more for', than i do for heaven, [thers, Count, Had you not lately an intent, speak So I were not his sister: Can t no other 15 To go to Paris :"
[truly, But, I your dianghter, he must be my brotheril Hel, Madanı, I had. Count. Yes, Ilelen, you might be my daugh- Count. Wherefore? tell true. ter-in-law;
(mother, Hel. I will tell truth; hy grace itself I swear, God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and You know, my father left me some prescriptions So strive upon your pule: What, pale again? 120 0f rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading, My fear hath catch'd your fondness: Now I see And manifest experience, had collected The mystery of your loneliness, and find For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me Your sait tears' head?. Now to all sense'tis gross,
In heedfullest reservation to bestow them, You love my son ; invention is asham
d, As notes, whose faculties inclusive were: Against the proclamation of thy passion, 23 More than they were in note': amongst the rest,
thou dot not: therefore tell me true; There is a remedy, approv'd, set down, But tell me then, 'tis so :---for, look, thy cheeks To cure the desperate languishings, whereof Confess it one to the other; and thine eyes The king is render'd lost. See it so grossly shewn in thy behaviours,
Count. This was your motive That in their kind they speak it; only sin 30 for Paris, was it? speak.
(this; And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
Hel. My lord your son made me to think of That truth should be suspected: Speak, is't so: Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, If it be so, you have wound a goodly clue; Mad, from the conversation of my thoughts, If it be not, forsweart: howe'er, I charge thee, Haply, been absent then. As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, 135 Count. But think you, Helen, To tell me truly.
If you should tender your supposed aid, Hel. Good madam, pardon me!
He would receive it?. He and his physicians Count. Do you love my son?
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress !
They that they cannot help: How shall they cres Count. Love you my son ?
40A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, (dit He'. Do not you love him, madam ?
Embowell’d of their doctrine', have left oti Count. Gonot about; my love hath in't abond, The danger to itself? Whereof the world tahes note: come, come, dis- llel. There's something hints,
[est The state of your affection; for your passions[close More than my father's skill, which was the greatHave to the full appeach'd.
45 of his profession, that his good receipt Hel, Then I contess,
, for my legacy, be sanctified [honour Here on my knee, before high heav'n and you, By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your That before you, and next unto high heaven, But give me leave to try success, I'd venture I love your son:
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure, Niyfriends were poor, but honest; so's my love : 50 By such a day and hour. Be not offended; for it hurts not him,
Count. Dost thou believe't? That he is lov'd of me: I follow him not
Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly. [and lore, By any token of presumptuous suit;
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have iny leave, Nor would I have him, 'till I do deserve him ; Means and attendants, and my loving greetings Yet never know how that disert should be. 155 To those of inine in court; l'il stay at home, I know I love in vain, strive against hope; and
God's blessing into thy atteinpt : Yet, in this captious' and intenible sieve, Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, I still pour in the waters of my love,
What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like,
"I care no more for, is, I care as much for I wish it equally. ' i.e. the source of your grief. • Dr. Johnson suspects we should read curious, i. e. rotten. Meaning, prescriptions in which greater virtues were inclosed than appeared to observation. 'i. e. exhausted of their skill.
captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of The Court of France.
war, here on his sinister cheek; it was this very Enter the King, with young Lords taking leate sword entrench'd it: say to him, I live; and ob
for the Florentine war. Bertrain and Pa- serve his reports for me. rolles.
5 2 Lord. We shall, noble captain. Flourish Cornets.
Par. Mars doat on you for liis novices ! what King. FAREWEL, young lords, these warlike will you do? principles
Ber. Stay; the kingDo not throw from you:-and you, my lords, Pur. C'se'amore spacious ceremony to the nofarewel :
10 ble lords; you have restrained yourself within the Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, list of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received, them; for they wear themselves in the cap of And is enough for both.
the time, there do muster true gait, eat, speak, 2 Lord. 'T'is our hope, sir,
and move under the influence of the most reAfter well.enter'd soldiers, to return
15 ceiv'd star; and though the devil lead the meaAnd find your grace in health.
ure, such are to be toilow'd: after them, and King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart take a more dilated farewel. Will not confess, he owes the malady
Ber. And I will do so. That does my life besiege. Farewel, young lords ;) Pur. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most Whether I live or die, be you the sons
20 sinewy sword-inen.
[Eseunt. Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy
[Lageu kneels. (Those'bated, that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy) see, that
Laf. Pardon, my lord, formeand for iny tidings. Not to woo, honour, but to wed it; when King. I'll fee thee to stand up. The bravest questant shrinks, tin what you seek, 25 Lut. Then here's a man That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewel. Stands, that has bought his pardon. I would, you 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your
Had kneeld, my lord, to ask me mercy; and majesty!
That, at my bidding, you could so stand up. King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; hing. Twould I had; so I had broke thy pate, They say, our French lacki language to deny, 30 And ask'd thee mercy for't. [they demand: beware of being captives, Luf. Goodfaith, across? :--but my good lord, Before you serve.
Will you be cur'd of your intirmity : ['tis thus; Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. king. No. King. Farewel.-Come hither to me.
Luf. 0, will
eat [The King retires to a couch. 35 No grapes, my royal fox? yes, but you will, i Lord. Oh my sweet lord, that you will stay My noble grapes, an if my royal fox behind us !
kould reach them: I have seen a medicine Par. 'Tis not his fault! the spark
That's able to breath life into a stone: 2 Lord. Oh,’lis brave wars!
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary Pur. Most admirable: Ihave seen those wars. 40 With sprightly tire and motion; whose simple
Ber. Iamcommanded here, and keptacoil with is poweriul to arise king Pepin, nay, [touch Too
YOUNS, and the next year, and'tis too early. To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, Pür, In thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away And write to her a love-line. bravely.
king. What her is this? Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, 45 Lat. Why, doctor she: my lord, there's one Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
arriv'd, "Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, If you will see her-now, by my faith and honour, Butone to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away. if seriously I may convey my thoughts I Lord. There's honour in the thoit.
In this my light duiverance, I have spoke Pur. Commit it, count.
50 With one, that in her sex, her years, protession, 2 Lord. I am youraccessary; and so farer el. Wi-dom, and constancy, hath amaz'd me mo Ber. I grow
Thank Jare blame my weakness: Willyouser-her, tur'd body.
(For that is les demand) and know her busii Lord. Farewel, captain.
That clone, laugh well at me.
[ness? 2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles!
135 King. Now, good Lafell, Pur. Noble heroes, my sword and yoursarekin. Bring in the admiration ; that we with thee Good sparks and lustrous, i word, good metals:- May spend our wonder too, or take oif thine, You shall tind in the regiment of the Spinii, one By wond'ring how thou took'st it.
· The epithet higher is here to be understood as referring to situation rather than to dignity. * This word, as has been before observed, is used when any pass of wit miscarries.
[From simple sources; and great seas have dry'd And not be all day neither. (Exit Lafeu When miracles have by the Greatest been deny'd.
King. Thus he his special nothing ever pro- Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
[Bringing in Helena. 5 Where hope iscoldest and despairmost sits.[maid; King. This haste hath wings indeed.
King. I must not hear thee; fare thee welī, kind Laf. Nay, come your ways;
Thy pains, not us’d, must by thyself be paid: This is his majesty, say your mind to him : Protters, not took, reap thanks for their reward. A traitor you do look like; but such traitors Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd: His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle, 10 It is not so with Him that all things knows, That dare leave two together; fare you well.[Ex. As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows. King. Now,fair one,does your business follow us: But most it is presumption in us, when
Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was The help of heaven we count the act of men. My father; in what he did profess, well found. Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent; King. I knew him.
[him ; 15 Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
Flop'st thou my cure?
Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp; With all bound humbleness.
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass King. We thank you, maiden;
Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass; But may not be so credulous of cure,
What is intirm from your sound parts shall fly, When our most learned doctors leave us; and 30 Health shall live free, and sickness freely die. The congregated college have concluded, King. Upon thy certainty and confidence, That labouring art can never answer nature What dar'st thou venture? From her inaidable estate,-I say we must not Hel. Tax of impudence, So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, To prostitute our past-cure malady
135 Traduc'd by odious ballads; my maiden's name To empiricks; or to dissever so
Sear'd otherwise: no worse of worst extended, Our great self and our credit, to esteem With vilest torture let my life be ended ?. A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. King. Methinks, in thee soine blessed spirit doth Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains:
speak; I will no more enforce mine oflice on you ; 40 His powerful sound, within an organ weak ': Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts And what impossibility would slay A modest one, to hear me back again. [ful : In common sense, sense saves another way.
King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grate- Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate Thou thought'st to help me:andsuchthanks/give, Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate; As one near death to those that wish him live: 45 Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all But what at full I know, thou know'st no part; That happiness and prime“, can happy call: I knowing all my peril, thou no art.
Thou this to hazard, needs must intiinate Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, Skill intinite, or monstrous desperate. Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy: Sweet practiser, thy physick I will try; He that of greatest works is finisher,
150 That ministers thine own death, if I die. Oft does them by the weakest minister:
Hel. If I break time, or tlinch in property So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die; When judges have been babes. Great floods have And well deserv'd: Not helping, cleath's my fee; tlown
But, if I lielp, what do you promise ine? | That is, “I am not an impostor that proclaim one thing and design another.” 2 Mr. Steevens thus happily explains this obscure passage: “ I would bear (says she) the tax of impudence, which is the denotement of a strumpet; would endure a shame resulting from my failure in what I have undertaken, and thence become the subject of odious ballads ; let my maiden reputation be otherwise branded; and, no worse of worst extended, i. e. provided nothing worse is offered to me, imeaning violation) let my life be ended with the worst of tortures. The poet for the sake of rhime has obscured the sense of the passage. The worst that can befal a woman being extended to me, seems to be the meaning of the last line." 3 The author of the Revisal of Shakspeare's Text explains this line thus: "The verb doth speak, in the first line, should be understood to be repeated in the construction of the second, thus; His powerful sound speaks within a weak organ." * i, e. youth.