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

1. L. Health, at your bidding, ferve your majesty!
Kin. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them;
They fay, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you ferve.

1. 2. Our hearts receive your warnings.

Kin. Farewel.-Come hither to me.

[retires to a Couch; Attendants leading him.

1. L. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us! PAR. 'Tis not his fault; the spark

2. L. O, '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't, boy, fteal away bravely. BER. I shall stay here the fore-horse to a smock, Creaking my fhoes on the plain masonry,

'Till honour be bought up, and no fword worn, But one to dance with By heaven, I'll steal away. 1. L. There's honour in the theft.

PAR. Commit it, count.

2. L. I am your acceffary; and fo farewel.
BER. I grow to you, and our parting is a torture.
1. L. Farewel, captain.

2. L. Sweet monfieur Parolles,

PAR. Noble heroes, my fword and yours [measuring Swords with them.] are kin. Good fparks and luftrous, a word, good metals: You fhall find, in the regiment of the Spinii, one captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an

26 tortur'd body. 32 his ficatrice, with

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 for me.

1. L. We fhall, noble captain.

PAR. Mars doat on you for his novices! [Exeunt Lords. What will you do?

[to Bertram. [Seeing him rise.

BER. Stay, the king,— PAR. Use a more fpacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrain'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 muster true gate, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd ftar; and, though the devil lead the measure, fuch are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewel.

BER. And I will do fo.

PAR. Worthy fellows; and like to prove moft finewy fword-men. [Exeunt BERTRAM, and PAROLLES. Enter LAFEU, haftily.

LAF. Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings! Kin. I'll fee thee to ftand up.

LAF. Then here's a man

Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you
Had kneel'd, my lord, to afk me mercy; and
That, at my bidding, you could fo ftand up.
Kin. I would, I had; fo I had broke thy pate,
And afk'd thee mercy for't.

LAF. Good faith, across.

But, my good lord, 'tis thus ; Will you be cur'd
Of your infirmity?

Kin. No.

LAF. O, will

you eat

No

grapes, my royal fox?

yes, but you

My noble grapes, an if my royal fox

will,

Could reach them : I have feen a medecine,
That's able to breath life into a stone;

Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary

With sprightly fire and motion; whose fimple touch
Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay,

And give great Charlemain a pen in his hand,
To write to her a love-line.

Kin. 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 sex, 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 business?
That done, laugh well at me.

Kin. 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.

Kin. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.

LAF. [entering] Nay, come your ways.

Re-enter LA FEU, with HELENA.

Kin. 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

To give 9 And write

His majesty feldom fears: I am Creffid's uncle,
That dare leave two together; fare you well.

[Exit LAFEU. Attendants retire. Kin. Now, fair one, does your business follow us? HEL. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was my In what he did profefs, well found. [father;

Kin. I knew him.

HEL. The rather will I spare my praises towards him;
Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death
Many receipts he gave me ; chiefly one,
Which, as the deareft iffue of his practice,
And of his old experience the only darling,
He bad me ftore 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
Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power,
I come to tender it, and my appliance,
With all bound humbleness.

Kin. We thank you, maiden;
But may not be fo credulous of cure,

When our most learned doctors leave us; and
The congregated colledge have concluded,
That labouring art can never ranfom nature
From her inaidable estate, I say, 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

A fenfelefs help, when help past sense we deem.
HEL. My duty then shall pay me for my pains:

I will no more enforce mine office on you;

Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts
A modest one, to bear me back again.

Kin. 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 with 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 minister:
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 miracles have by the greatest been deny'd.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there

Where most it promises; and oft it hits,
Where hope is coldeft, and despair moft fits.

Kin. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;
Thy pains, not us'd, muft by thyfelf be pay'd:
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.
HEL. Infpired merit fo by breath is bar'd:
It is not fo with him, that all things knows,
As 'tis with us, that square our guess by shows:
But moft it is presumption in us, when
The help of heaven we count the act of men.
Dear fir, to my endeavours give confent;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment :
I am not an impofture, that proclaim
Myfelf against the level of mine aim;

But know I think, and think I know most fure,
My art is not past power, nor you past cure.

18 moft shifts. 29 Impoftrue,

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