Ber. Stay; the King Par. Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords, you have reftrain'd yourself 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 gait, eat, fpeak, and move under the influence of the moft receiv'd ftar; and tho' the devil lead the measure, fuch are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel. Ber. And I will do fo. Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most finewy fword-men. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter the King, and Lafeu. [Lafeu kneels. 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; 8 Laf. Goodfaith, across-but, my good Lord, '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: I have feen a medicine, That's able to breathe life into a ftone; Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canary With fprightly fire and motion; whofe fimple touch To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand, 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 seriously 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 Than I dare blame my weakness: will you fee her, For that is her Demand, and know her bufinefs? That done, laugh well at me. King. Now, good Lafeu, Bring in the admiration, that we with thee - acros:] This word, as has been already obferved, is ufed when any pafs of wit mif deed rejected without great lofs but I believe they are ShakeSpeare's words. You will eat, fays Lafeu, no grapes, Yes, but you will eat fuch noble grapes as I bring you, if you could reach them. her years, profeffion,] By profeffion is meant her declaration of the end and purpose of her coming. WARBURTON. Laf. Laf. Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all day neither. [Exit Lafeu. King. Thus he his fpecial nothing ever prologues. Laf. [Returns.] Nay, come your ways. [Bringing in Helena. King. This hafte hath wings, indeed. This is his majefty, fay your mind to him; A traitor you do look like; but fuch traitors King. Now, fair One, do's your business follow us? 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 toward him; Knowing him, is enough: on's bed of death Many receipts he gave me, chiefly one, Which, as the deareft iffue of his practice, And of his old experience th' anly darling, He bade me ftare up, as a triple eye, Safer than mine own two: more dear I have fo; 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 Our great felf and our credit, to esteem A fenfelefs help, when help paft fenfe we deem. 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 thofe that with him live; But what at full I know, thou know't no part; I knowing all my peril, thou no art. Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, Where most it promifes and oft it hits Thy pains, not us'd, muft by thyself be paid: When miracles have by th' greatest been deny'd] I do not fee the import or connection of this line. As the next line X 4 ftands without a correfpondent rhyme, I fufpect that fomething has been loft. Proffers, Pioffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward. The help of heav'n we count the act of men. King. Art thou fo confident? within what space Hop'it thou my cure? Hel. The greateft grace lending grace, Health fhall live free, and ficknets freely die. What dar'it thou venture? Hel. Tax of impudence, A ftrumpet's boldness, a divulged shame Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maiden's name 5 Myfelf again the level of mine aim; i. e. pretend to greater things than befits the mediocrity of my condition. WARBUTON. I rather think that the means to fay, I am not an impoftor that proclaim one thing and design another, that proclaim a cure and Seal'd |