Clo. O Lord, sir.

Why, there't serves well again.

Count. An end, sir: To your business.

Helen this,

And urge her to a present answer back:
Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son;
This is not much.

Clo. Not much commendation to them.

Give

Count. Not much employment for you. You understand me?

Clo. Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs. Count. Haste you again. [Exeunt severally.

SCENE III.

Paris. A Room in the KING'S Palace.

Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLEs.

Laf. They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.

Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times.

Ber. And so 'tis.

Laf. To be relinquish'd of the artists,

Par. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus. Laf. Of all the learned and authentic fellows Par. Right, so I say.

Laf. That gave him out incurable

Par. Why, there 'tis; so say I too.

Laf. Not to be help'd,

Par. Right as 'twere a man assur'd of a

Laf. Uncertain life and sure death.

Par. Just, you say well; so would I have said.
Laf. I may truly say it is a novelty to the world.
Par. It is indeed: if you will have it in shewing,
What do ye call there?
a heavenly effect in an earthly

you shall read it in, Laf. A shewing of

actor.

Par. That's it: I would have said the very same. Laf. Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me I speak in respect

Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange; that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most facinorous spirit that will not acknowledge it to be

the

Laf. Very hand of Heaven.

Par. Ay, so I say.

Laf. In a most weak

Par. And debile minister, great power, great transcendence: which should, indeed, give us a farther use to be made, than alone the recov'ry of the King, as to be

Laf. Generally thankful.

Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants.

Par. I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the King.

Laf. Lustique, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the better whilst I have a tooth in my head. Why, he's able to lead her a coranto.

Par.

Mort du Vinaigre! Is not this Helen? Laf. 'Fore God, I think so.

King. Go, call before me all the lords in Court.

[Exit an Attendant.

Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;

And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense

Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
The confirmation of my promis'd gift,
Which but attends thy naming.

Enter several Lords.

Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,

O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice I have to use: thy frank election make;

Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake. Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous mis

tress

Fall, when love please; marry, to each but one.

Laf. I'd give bay curtal, and his furniture, My mouth no more were broken than these boys', And writ as little beard.

King.

Peruse them well:

Not one of those but had a noble father.

Hel. Gentlemen,

Heaven hath, through me, restor❜d the King to health.
All. We understand it, and thank Heaven for you.
Hel. I am a simple maid; and therein wealthiest,
That, I protest, I simply am a maid:

Please it your Majesty, I have done already :
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,

"We blush that thou should'st choose; but, be re

fus'd,

Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;

We'll ne'er come there again."

King.

Make choice, and see;

Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me.
Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly;

And to imperial Love, that god most high,
Do my sighs stream. — Sir, will you hear my suit?
1 Lord. And grant it.

Hel. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. Laf. I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life.

Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threat'ningly replies;

My wish receive,

Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love! 2 Lord. No better, if you please. Hel. Which great Love grant! and so I take my leave. Laf. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine I'd have them whipp'd; or I would send them to th' Turk, to make eunuchs of.

Hel. [To 3 Lord.] Be not afraid that I your hand

should take;

I'll never do you wrong for your own sake :
Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!

Laf. These boys are boys of ice! they'll none have her: sure they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got 'em.

Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of my blood.

4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so.

Laf. There's one grape yet: — I am sure thy father drank wine. But if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen; I have known thee already. Hel. [To To BERTRAM.] I dare not say I take you, but I give

Me and my service, ever whilst I live,

Into your guiding power. - This is the man. King. Why, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.

Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your Highness

In such a business give me leave to use
The help of mine own eyes.

King. Know'st thou not, Bertram, what she has done for me?

Ber. Yes, my good lord, but never hope to know why

I should marry her.

King. Thou know'st she has rais'd me from my sickly bed.

Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down Must answer for your raising? I know her well; She had her breeding at my father's charge:

A poor physician's daughter my wife! - Disdain
Rather corrupt me ever!

King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which

I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods,
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
In differences so mighty. If she be

All that is virtuous, (save what thou dislik'st,
A poor physician's daughter,) thou dislik'st
Of virtue for the name. But do not so:
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by th' doer's deed:
Where great additions swell, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour: good alone

Is good without a name; vileness is so:

The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;

In these to Nature she's immediate heir,

And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn

Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the sire. Honours thrive,

When rather from our acts we them derive