Hel.

There's something in't

More than my father's skill, which was the great'st Of his profession, that his good receipt

Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified

By th' luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your

honour

But give me leave to try success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his Grace's cure,
By such a day and hour.

Count.

Hel.

Dost thou believe 't?

Ay, Madam, knowingly.

Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and

love,

Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings
To those of mine in Court; I'll stay at home,
And pray God's blessing into thy attempt:
Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this,
What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. - Paris. A Room in the KING's Palace.

Flourish. Enter KING, with several young Lords, taking leave for the Florentine War, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants.

KING.

FA

AREWELL, young lords: these warlike principles
Do not throw from you: and you, my lords,

farewell:

Share the advice betwixt you: if both gain all,
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,

And is enough for both.

1 Lord.

'Tis our hope, sir,

After well-enter'd soldiers, to return

And find your Grace in health.

King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady

That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
Whether I live or die, be you the sons
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy
(Those 'bated that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy) see, that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
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 you serve.

Both.

King. Farewell.

Our hearts receive your warnings.

Come hither to me.

[The KING retires to a couch.

1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay be

hind us!

Par. "Tis not his fault; the spark 2 Lord.

O, 'tis brave wars ! Par. Most admirable; I have seen 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 't, boy, steal away bravely.

Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,

Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn

But one to dance with! By Heaven, I'll steal

away.

1 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.

1 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 shall find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword entrench'd it: say to him I live, and observe his reports for me.

2 Lord. We shall, noble Captain.

Par.

Mars dote on you for his novices! [Exeunt Lords.] What will you do?

Ber. Stay [with] the King.

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; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time; there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd star; and though the Devil lead the measure, such are to be followed: After them, and take a more dilated farewell. Ber. And I will do so.

Par.

Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy swordmen.

VOL. V.

[Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLes.

C

Enter LAFEu.

Laf. [Kneeling.] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.

King. I'll see thee to stand up.

Laf. Then here's a man stands that has brought his pardon.

I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy, And that, at my bidding, you could so stand up. King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for 't.

Laf. Good faith, across.

thus:

But, my good lord, 'tis

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 seen a med

icine

That's able to breathe life into a stone,

Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary,

With sprightly fire and motion; whose simple 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 She: My lord, there's one ar

riv'd,

If you will see her: - Now, by my faith and hon

our,

If seriously I may convey my thoughts

In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession,
Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz'd me more
Than I dare blame my weakness. Will you 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'st it.

Laf. Nay, come your ways;

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

Exit.

King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us?

Hel. Ay, my good lord.

Gerard de Narbon was my father,

In what he did profess, well found.
King.

Hel.

I knew him.

The rather will I spare my praises towards 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 so:
And, hearing your high Majesty is touch'd
With that malignant cause wherein the honour
Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,