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He would receive it? He and his Physicians
Hel. There's something in't
Count. Do'st thou believe't?
Count. Why, Hellen, thou shalt have my Leave and Love,
pray God's Blelling unto thy Attempt: Be gone to Morrow, and be sure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. [Exeunt.
A CT II. SCEN E I.
Enter the King with divers young Lords, taking leave for the
Florentine War. Bertram and Parolles. Flourish Cornets. King. F Arewel, young Lords: These warlike Principles
Do not throw from you; and you, my Lords,
I Lord. 'Tis our Hope, Sir,
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my Heart
That doth my Life besiege; farewel, young Lords,
i Lord. Health at your bidding serve your Majesty, .
Both. Our Hearts receive your Warnings.
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a Coil with, Too young, and the next Year, and 'tis too early.
Par. And thy Mind stand to it, Boy; Steal away bravely.
Ber. I stay here the Forehorse to a Smock, Creeking my Shooes on the plain Masonry, 'Till Honour be bought up, and no Sword worn But one to dance with: By Heav'n I'll steal away. I Lord. There's Honour in the Theft. Par. Commit it, Count. 2 Lord. I am accefsary, and so farewel. Bere I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur’d Body. i Lard. Farewel, 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 Spinii, one Captain Spurio his Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War here on his finifter Check; it was this very Sword entrench'd it; fay to him, I live, and observe his Reports of me.
i Lord. We shall, noble Captain. Par. Mars doat on you for his Novices; what will ye do ?
Ber. Stay; the King.
Par. Ule a more spacious Ceremony to the noble Lords, you have restrain'd your self within the Lift of too cold an Adieu; be more expresfive to them, for they wear themselves in the Cap of the Time, there do muiter true Gate, eat, speak, and move under the Influence of the most receiv'd Star, and cho' the Devil lead the Measure, such are to be follow'd: After chem, and tak: a more dilated fare, wel.
Ber. And I will do so.
Par. Worthy Fellows, and like to prove most sinewy Sword.men.
[Exeunt. Enter Lafeu. Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my Tidings. King. I'll see thee to stand up.
(Pardon. Laf. Then here's a Man stands that hath' brought his 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, lo I had broke thy Pate, And ask'd thee Mercy for't.
Laf. Goodfaith a Cross, but, my good Lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur’d of your Infirmity?
Laf. O will you eat no Grapes, my Royal Fox? Yes, but you will, my noble Grapes, and if My Royal Fox could reach them: I have seen a Medicine That's able to break 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 Pippen, nay, To give great Charlemain a Pen in's Hand, And write to her a Love-line.
King. What her is this?
Laf. Why Do&or She: My Lord, there's one arriy'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 Conftancy, 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 as me,
King. Now, good Lafeu,
Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,
King. Thus he his special nothing ever Prologues.
[Bringing in Helena. King. This hafte 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 Cressed's Uncle, That dare leave two together; fare you well. *[Exit.
King. Now, fair one, do's your Business follow us?
Hel. Ay, my good Lord.
King. I knew him.
Hel. The rather will I spare my Praises towards him,
King. We thank you, Maiden';
Our great self and our Credit, to esteem
Hel. My Duty then shall pay me for my pains ;
King. I cannot give thee less, to be callid grateful;
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
you up your Rest 'gainst Remedy;
King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind Maid,
Hel. Inspired Merit fo by Breath is bar’d:
King. Art thou so confident? within what space
Hel. The Greatest lending Grace,