He would receive it? He and his Phyficians Hel. There's fomething in't More than my Father's Skill, which was the great'ft Shall for my Legacy be fanctified By th' luckieft Stars in Heav'n; and would your Honour But give me leave, for the fuccefs I'd venture The well loft Life of mine, on his Grace's Cure, By fuch a Day and Hour. Count. Do'st thou believe't? Hel. Ay, Mádam, knowingly. Count. Why, Hellen, thou fhalt have my Leave and Love, Means and Attendants, and my loving Greetings To thofe of mine in Court. I'll stay at home, And pray God's Bleffing unto thy Attempt: Be gone to Morrow, and be fure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. ACT II. SCENE I. [Exeunt. Enter the King with divers young Lords, taking leave for the Florentine War. Bertram and Parolles. Flourish Cornets. King. Farewel, young Lords: Thefe warlike Principles Do not throw from you; and you, my Lords, Share the Advice betwixt you. If both gain, all And is enough for both. I Lord. 'Tis our Hope, Sir, After well entered Soldiers, to return And find your Grace in Health. King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my Heart Will not confefs he owes the Malady U 3 That That doth my Life befiege; farewel, young Lords, I Lord. Health at your bidding ferve your Majefty. Both. Our Hearts receive your Warnings. 1 Lord. Oh, my fweet Lord, that you will stay behind us. Par. 'Tis not his Fault, the Spark 2 Lord. Oh 'tis brave Wars. Par. Moft admirable; I have seen those Wars. Steal away bravely. Ber. I ftay 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 fteal away. 1 Lord. There's Honour in the Theft. Par. Commit it, Count. 2 Lord. I am acceffary, and fo farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd Body. 1 Lard. Farewel, Captain. 2 Lord. Sweet Monfieur Parolles. Par. Noble Heroes, my Sword and yours are kin; good Sparks and luftrous; a Word, good Metals. You fhall find in the Regiment of Spinii, one Captain Spurio his Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War here on his finifter Cheek; it was this very Sword entrench'd it; fay to him, I live, and obferve his Reports of me. I Lord. We fhall, noble Captain. Par. Mars doat on you for his Novices; what will ye do? Ber. Ber. Stay; the King. Par. Ule a more fpacious Ceremony to the noble Lords, you have reftrain'd your felf within the Lift of too cold an Adieu; be more expreffive to them, for they wear themfelves in the Cap of the Time, there do muiter true Gate, eat, fpeak, and move under the Influence of the most receiv'd Star, and tho' the Devil lead the Measure, fuch are to be follow'd: After them, and take a more dilated farewel. Ber. And I will do fo. Enter Lafeu. Par. Worthy Fellows, and like to prove most finewy Sword men. [Exeunt. Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my Tidings. King. I'll fee thee to ftand up.. (Pardon. Laf. Then here's a Man ftands that hath brought his I would you had kneel'd, my Lord, to ask me Mercy, King. I would I had, fo I had broke thy Pate, And ask'd thee Mercy for't. Laf. Goodfaith a Crofs, but, my good Lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd of your Infirmity? King. No. 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 feen a Medicine That's able to break Life into a Stone, Quicken a Rock, and make you dance Canary With sprightly Fire and Motion, whofe fimple Touch To give great Charlemain a Pen in's Hand, King. What her is this? Laf. Why Doctor She: My Lord, there's one arriv❜d, In this my light Deliverance, I have spoke U 4 King. King. Now, good Lafen, Bring in the Admiration, that we with thee May spend our Wonder too, or take off thine, Laf. Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all Day neither. King. Thus he his fpecial nothing ever Prologues. Laf. Nay, come your ways. King. This hafte hath Wings indeed. Laf. Nay, come your ways, [Bringing in Helena. This is his Majefty, fay your Mind to him; [Exit. King. Now, fair one, do's your Bufinefs follow us? Gerard de Narbon was my Father, In what he did profefs, well found. Hel. The rather will I fpare my Praifes towards him, Knowing him is enough: On's Bed of Death Many Receipts he gave me, namely one, Which as the deareft Iffue of his Practice, King. We thank you, Maiden'; To Empericks, or to diffever fo Our Our great felf and our Credit, to eftcem King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful; Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, Since you fet up your Reft 'gainst Remedy; He that of greatest Works is finifher, Oft does them by the weakeft Minister : So holy Writ, in Babes, hath Judgment shown, When Judges have been Babes. Great Floods have flown From fimple Sources; and great Seas have dried, When Miracles have by the great'ft been denied. Oft Expectation fails, and moft oft there Where most it promifes: And oft it hits, Where Hope is coldeft, and Defpair most shifts. King. I muft not hear thee; fare thee well, kind Maid, But know, I think, and think I know moft fure, Hel. The Greatest lending Grace, E'er |