Clo. O Lord, sir!-Thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. Clo. O Lord, sir!-Nay, put me to 't, I warrant you. แ Count. Do you cry, "O Lord, sir," at your whipping, and " spare not me?" Indeed, your O Lord, sir," is very sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to 't. Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my-" O Lord, sir." I see, things may serve long, but not serve ever. Count. I play the noble housewife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool. Clo. O Lord, sir!-why, there't serves well again. Count. An end, sir: to your business. Give 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. Count. Not much employment for you: you understand me? Clo. Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs. [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, 't is the rarest argument of wonder, that hath shot out in our latter times. Ber. And so 'tis. Laf. To be relinquished of the artists,— Par. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus. Laf. That gave him out incurable, 1 Common. Par. Why, there 'tis; so say I too. Par. Right; as 't were a man assured of an- 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 showing, you shall read it in,-what do you call there ?— Laf. In showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly 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, 't is strange; 't is very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he is of a most facinorous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be theLaf. 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 further use to be made, than alone the recovery 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. Lustick, 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.2 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, 1 The word came in use from Holland, about 1600. 2 A lively dance. O'er whom both sovereign's' power and father's voice Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake. King. 3 Peruse them well: Not one of those but had a noble father. Hel. Gentlemen, Heaven hath through me restor'd the king to health. Please it your majesty, I have done already : "We blush, that thou shouldst choose; but, be refus'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 steam.-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, and throw amesace for my life. Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threateningly replies: Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love! 2 Lord. No better, if you please. Hel. My wish receive, 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 whipped, or I would send them to the Turk to make eunuchs of. Hel. [To 3 Lord.] Be not afraid that I your hand should take; 1 sovereign in f. e. 2 Except one. 3 A docked horse. I had lost no more teeth. 5 writ in f. e. 6 Both aces; an expression for ill luck. I'll never do you wrong for your own sake: Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got them. 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. [I give Hel. [To BERTRAM.] I dare not say I take you; but 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. [BERTRAM draws back.1 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. What she has done for me? Ber. Know'st thou not, Bertram, Yes, my good lord; But never hope to know why I should marry her. Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down King. 'T is only title thou disdain'st in her, the which All that is virtuous, (save what thou dislik'st, 1 Not in f. e. 2 swell us. Is good, without a name; vileness is so: The property by what it is should go, Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb I can create the rest. Virtue, and she Is her own dower; honour, and wealth from me. Hel. That you are well restor'd, my lord, I am glad. Let the rest go. King. My honour 's at the stake, which to defend,1 I must produce my power. Here, take her hand, Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift, That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love, and her desert; that canst not dream, Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know, It is in us to plant thine honour, where We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt: Obey our will, which travails in thy good: Do thine own fortunes that obedient right, Which both thy duty owes, and our power claims, Or I will throw thee from my care for ever Into the staggers, and the careless lapse Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate, Without all terms of pity. Speak: thine answer. 1 defeat in f. e. |