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They say, our French lack language to deny,
you serve. Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewel.—Come hither to me.
[The King retires to a couch. 1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that
hind us ! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark2 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 it, boy, steal away
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 farewel.
Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
i Lord. Farewel, captain.
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! [Ereunt Lords. ] What will
do? Ber. Stay; the king
[Seeing him rise. Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restraind 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 received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel.
Ber. And I will do so.
Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.
[E.reunt Bertram and Parolles.
Enter Lafeu. Laf. Pardon, my lord, [Kneeling.] for me and
for my tidings. King. I'll fee 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.
But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will
be cur'd Of your infirmity? King
O, will you eat No grapes, my royal fox?
but My noble grapes, an if my royal fox Could reach them: I have seen a medicine, That's able to breathe life into a stone; Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary, With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay, To give great Charlemain a pen in his 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 honour, 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, 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.
This haste hath wings indeed.
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
Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death
We thank you, maiden; But may not be so credulous of
From her inaidable estate, -I say we must not
Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains:
King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful: Thou thought’st to help me; and such thanks I
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
From simple sources; and great seas have dried,
maid; Thy pains, not us’d, must by thyself be paid: Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.