Par. That's for advantage.

Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes safetya but the composition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing; and I like the wear well

Par. I am so full of businesses, as I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction shall ferve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counfel, and under stand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diel in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou haft leisure, fay thy prayers; when thou haft- none, remember thy friends, get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: fa farewell.

[Exit,

What

SCENE IV.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heav'n. The fated sky
Gives us free fcope; only doth backward pull
Our low designs, when we ourselves are dull.
power

is it which mounts my love fo high,
That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye?
* The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join

like likes, and kiss like native things.
Imposible be ftrange attempts to those
That weigh their pain in sense; and do suppose,
What hath been, cannot be. Whoever trove
To thew 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.

T

[Exit.

SCENE V.

Changes to the court of France. Flourish cornets. Enter the King of France with letters,

and divers attendants. King. The Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears, Have fought with equal fortune, and continue A braving war. i Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.

King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it,
A.certainty vouch'd from our cousin Austria;
With caution, that the Florentine will move us
For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
Prejudicates the bufiness, and would seem
To have us make denial.

i Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd fo to your Majesty, may plead For ample credence.

King. He hath arm'd our answer;
And Florence is deny'd, before he comes:
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part.

2 Lord. It may well serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing and exploit.
King. What’s he comes here?

Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. i Lord. It is the Count Roufilloni, my good Lord, Young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face.
Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts
May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and dirty are your Majesty's.

King. I would I had that corporal foundness now,
As when thy father and myself in friendship.
First try'd'our soldiership: he did look far.
Into the service of the time, and was
Discipled of the brav'it. · He laited long;
But on us both did haggifh age steal on,
And wore us out of act.

It much repairs me
To talk of your good father; in his youth
He had the wit which I can well observe
To-day in our young lords; but they may jest,
Till their own scorn return to them unnoted,
Ere they can hide their levity in honour :
So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness
Were in him; pride or sharpness, if there were;
His equal had awak'd them; and his honour,

Clock

Clock to itself; knew the true minute when
Exceptions bid him speak; and at that time
His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him
He us'd as creatures of another place,
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks;
Making them proud; and his humility,
In their poor praise, he humbled. Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which follow'd well, would now demonstrate them
But goers backward.

Ber. His good remembrance, Sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; ;.
So in approof lives not his epitaph *,
As in your royal speech.

King. Would I were with him! he would always say,
(Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words:
He-scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them
To

grow there, and to bear,) Let me not livemman
(Thus his good melancholy oft begans.
On the catastrophe and heel of pastime;
When it was out,) let me not live (quoth he)
After flame lacks oil; to be the snuff
Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive serdes,
All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
Mere fathers of their garments; whofe-conftancies : 1
Expire before their fashions: this he withd. ..
I, after him, do after him wilh too
(Since. I nor wax nor honey can bring home)

quickly were diffolved from my hive, To give some labourer room.

2 Lord. You're loved, Sir;
They that least lend it you, shall lack you first.

King, I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, Count,
Since the physician at your father's died?
He was much fam'd.
Ber. Some fix months since,

my

Lord.
King. If he were living, I would try him yet;
Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out
With several applications: nature and fickness
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, Count,
My fon's no dearer.

Ber.
* Character.

my .

Ber. Thank your Majesty.

[Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE VI. Changes to the Countess's at Rousillon.

Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown. Count. I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?

Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them. Count. What does this knave here! get you gone,

fir. rah: the complaints I have heard of you, I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know

you

lack not fully to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.

Clo. 'Tis not: unknown to you, Madam, I am a poor. fellow.

Count. Well, Sir:

Clo. No, Madam; 'tis not so well that I am poor, tho' many

of the rich are damn'd; but if I have your Ladyship's good-will to go to the world, Ilbel the woman and I will do as we may.

Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
Clo. I do beg your good-will in this café.
Count. In what case?

Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own; service is no heritage, and I think I shall never have the blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for they say, bearns are. blessings.

Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.

Clo. My poor body, Madam, requires it. l'am driven on by the fielh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.

Count. Is this all your Worship’s reason?

Clo. 'Faith, Madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.

Count. May the world know them?

Clo. I have been, Madam, a wicked creature, as you and all felh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry, that I may repent. Count. Thy marriage sooner than thy wickedness.

Clo

Colo. I am out of friends, Madam, and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake.

Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave.

Clo. Y' are shallow, Madam, in great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am weary of. He that ears my lands, spares my team, and gives me leave to inne the crop. If I be his cuckold, he's my drudge. He that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my Aesh and blood; he that cherisheth my flesh and blood, loves

my
flesh and blood; he that loves

my

flesh and blood, is my friend: ergo, hé that kisses' my wife, is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage: fur young Charbon the Puritan, and old. Poyfon the Papist, howsoe'er their hearts are sever'd in religion, their heads are both one; they may joul horns together, like any deer i' th' herd.

Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul mouth'd and calumnious knave?

Cl. A prophet, I, Madam; and I speak the truth the

next way.

anon,

« For I the ballad will repeat, which men full true shall

" sind: " Your marriage comes by destiny, your cuckow sings by

« kind.” Count. Get you gone, Sir, I'll talk with you more

Steur. May it please you, Madam, that he bid Helen come to you; of her I am to speak. .

Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her; Helen I mean. Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth fhe;

[Singing. Why the Grecians facked Troy? "Fond done, fond done; for Paris, he, " Was this King Priam's joy. "With that she fighed as she stood, gave

this fentence then; " Among nine bad if one be good, " There's yet one good in ten.”

Count. What, one good in ten! You corrupt the song, lrrah.

clo.

" And