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Will not confess it owns the malady
That doth my life befiege: farewell, young Lords;
Whether I live or die, be you the fons
Of worthy Frenchmen; let higher Italy
(Those 'bated that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy +) see, that
Not to woo Honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest questant shrinks, find what you feek,
That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.

2 Lord. Health at your bidding serve your Majesty!

King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; They say, our French lack language to deny, If they demand: beware of being captives, Before


serve. Botb. Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewell. Come hither to me. [To attendants.

[Exit. 1 Lord. Oh, my sweet Lord, that you will stay be

hind us! Par. "Tis not his fault; the spark2 Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars. Par. Most 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 stand to it, boy, steal away bravely. Ber. Shall I stay here the forehorse to a smock,


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* The ancient geographers have divided Italy into the Higherand the Lower, the Apennine hills being a kind of natural line of pare tition. The fide next the Adriatic was denominated the Higher Italy, and the other side the Lower. And the two seas followed the same terms of distinction; the Adriatic being called the Upper fea, and the Tyrrhcne or Tuscan the Lower. Now, the Sennones, or Senois, with whom the Florentines are here supposed to be at war, inhabited the Higher Italy, their chief town being Ariminurn, now called Rimini, upon the Adriatic.

† Italy, at the time of this scene, was under three very different tenures. The Emperor, as fucceffor of the Roman Emperors, had one part; the Pope, by a pretended donation from Constantine, another; and the third was composed of free faies. Now, by the left monarchy is meant the Roman, the last of the four general moDarchics. Upon the fall of this monarchy, in the scramble, several cities set up for themselves, aad became free states; now, these might be said properly to inherit the fall of the monarchy.

Creeking my Thoes on the plain masonry,
Till Honour be bought up, and no sword worn
But one to dance with? By heav'n I'll steal away.

i Lord. There's honour in the theft.
Par. Commit it, Count.
2 Lord. I am your accessary, and so farewell.

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

i Lord. Farewell, Captain.
2 Lord. Sweet Monsieur Parolles !

Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin ; good sparks and lustrous. A word, good metals. You Thall find in the regiment of the Spirii, one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his finifter cheek; it was this very sword intrench'd it; say to him, I live, and observe his reports of 2 Lord. We shall, noble Captain. Par. Mais doat on you for his novices? what will Ber. Stay; the King-

[Exeunt Lords. Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the Noble Lords, you have restrain’d yourself within the list of too cold an adieu; be more expressive to them, før they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there to muster true gate, eat, speak, 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 farewell.

Ber. And I will do so.

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



ye do?

SCENE II. 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 stands that hath bought his

pardon. I would


had kneeld, my Lord, to ask me mercy; And that at my bidding you could fo stand up.

King. I would I had : fo I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for't.

Laf Laf. Goodfaith, across:--but, my good Lord, 'tis Will you be cur'd of your infirmity?

[thus; King. No.

Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my Royal fox ?
Yes; but you will, an if
My Royal fox could reach them; I have seen a medicine *,
That's able to breathe life into a stone;
Quicken a rock, and make you dance

With sprightly fire and motion; whose 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-lhe: my Lord, there's one arriv’d, If you

will see 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 sex, her years, profession to
Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz’d me more
Than I dare blame

weakness: will


see 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't 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 haste hath wings indeed.

Laf. Nay, come your ways,
This is his Majesty, say your mind to him;
A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
His Majelly feldom fears; I'm Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together: fare you well.



Medicine is here put for a frie-physician.

t By profesion is meant her declaration of the end and purpose of her coming


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King. Now, fair one, do's your business follow us?

Hel. Ay, my good Lord. Gerard de Narbon was my father, In what he did profess, 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 dearest issue 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 Majesty is touch'd
With that malignant cause, wherein the honour

dear father's gift ftands chief in power,
I come to tender it, and my appliance,
With all boand humbleness.

King. We thank you, maiden;
But may not be so credulous of cure,
When our most learned doctors leave us; and
The congregated college have concluded,
That labouring art can never ransom nature
From her unaidable estate; we must not
So ftain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our paft-cure malady
To empirics; or to diffever fo
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
A renselefs help, when help past sease we deem.

Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains;
I will no more inforce mine office on you;
Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts
A modeit one to bear me back again.

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

Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy.


He that of greatest works is finisher,
Oft does them by the weakest minister:
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown,
When judges have been babes: great floods have flown,
From simple sources; and great teas have dry'd,
When mir’cles have by th’greatest been deny'd.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises: and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest, and despair molt fits.

King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid';
Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid:
Proffers not took, reap thanks for their reward.

Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd.
It is not so with him that all things knows,
As 'tis with us, that square our guess by shows:
But most it is presumption in us, when
The help of Heav'n we count the act of men,
Dear Sir, to my endeavours give consent.
Of Heav’n, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impoftor, that proclaim
Myself against the level of mine aim;
But know I think, and think I know most sure,
My art is not past power, rror you past cure.

King. Art thou so confident? within what space
Hop'st thou my cure?

Hel. The greatest grace lending grace,
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
Moist Hefperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp;
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
Hath told the thieviih minutes how they pass;
What is infirm from


shall fly, Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.

King. Upon thy certainty and confidence, What dar'ít thou venture?

Hel. Tax of impudence, A ftrumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maiden's name Sear'd otherwise, no worfe of worst extended; With vileft torture let my life be ended. King. Methinks, in thee foine blefled spirit doth speak:


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