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Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.
[Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES.
Enter LAFEU. Laf. Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
(Kneeling King. I'll see thee to stand up. Laf. Then here' a man stands, that has brought his pardon.
[Rising? I would, you had kneeld, 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. Goodfaith, across. But, my good lord, 't is thus: Will you be cur'd of your infirmity ?
Laf, 0! will you eat no grapes, my royal fox ?
What her is this?
Now, good Lafeu,
Nay, I 'll fit you, And not be all day neither.
[Exit LAFEU. King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA. Laf. Nay, come wa
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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 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
I knew him. Hel. 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 bad 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, I come to tender it, and my appliance, With all bound humbleness. King
Hel. My duty, then, shall pay me for my pains :
King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful.
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy.
King. I must not hear thee: fare thee well, kind maid.
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd.
King. Art thou so confident? Within what space
The greatest grace lending grace,
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence,
Tax of impudence,
1 Pope reads : sits. VOL. III.-16
His powerful sound within an organ weak;
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
King. Make thy demand.
But will you make it even ? King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of heaven.
Hel. Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand
King. Here is my hand; the premises observ’d,
(Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE II.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's
Palace. Enter COUNTESS and Clown. Count. Come on, sir : I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.
1 Not in f. e. 2 and : in f. e.
Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught. I know my business is but to the court.
Count. To the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt ? But to the court!
Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he-that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court. But, for me, I have an answer will serve all
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits all questions.
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks ; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock.
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions ?
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffata punk, as Tib's rush' for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin.
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions ?
Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit any question.
Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, that must fit all demands.
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it. Here it is, and all that belongs to’t: ask me, if I am a courtier; it shall do you no harm to learn.
Count. To be young again, if we could. I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a courtier ?
Clo. O Lord, sir !—there's a simple putting off.More, more, a hundred of them.
Count, Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.
1 Rush rings are often spoken of as interchanged between rustio lovers.