Her eye is fick on't; I observe her now. I am a mother to you. HEL. Mine honourable mistress. Why not a mother? When I faid, a mother, That were enwombed mine: 'Tis often feen, HEL. "That I am not. "" Cou. I fay, I am your mother. The count Rofillion cannot be my brother: Cou. Nor I your mother. HEL. You are my mother, madam,-Would you were, So that my lord your fon were not my brother! Indeed, my mother: : Or, were you both our mothers, I't care no more for't than I do for heaven, So I were not his fifter: Can't no other, But, I your daughter, he must be my brother? Cou. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law; To fay, thou doft not: therefore tell me true; That truth fhould be fufpected: Speak, is't fo? HEL. Good madam, pardon me ! HEL. Your pardon, noble miftrefs! Cou. Love you my fon? HEL. Do not you love him, madam ? Cou. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, Whereof the world takes note: come, come, difclose The state of your affection; for your paffions Have to the full appeach'd. 9 lovelineffe HEL. Then I confefs, Here on my knee, before high heaven, and you, That, before you, and next unto high heaven, I love your fon: My friends were poor, but honeft; fo's my love : Nor would I have him, 'till I do deserve him; The fun, that looks upon his worshiper, With chaftly, and love dearly, that your Dian HEL. Madam, I had. Cou. Wherefore? 'Tell true. HEL. I will tell you true; by grace itself, I swear. To cure the defperate languishings, whereof Cou. This was your motive For Paris, was it, speak? HEL. My lord your fon made me to think of this; Elfe Paris, and the med'cine, and the king, Had, from the converfation of my thoughts, Čou. But think you, Helen, If you should tender your fupposed aid, He would receive it? He and his physicians Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, They, that they cannot help; How shall they credit HEL. There's something hints, More than my father's fkill, which was the greatest By the luckieft ftars in heaven: and, would your 26 -thing in't honour By fuch a day, and hour. Cou. Doft thou believe,'t? HEL. Ay, madam, knowingly. Cou. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings To those of mine in court; I'll stay at home, And pray God's bleffing unto thy attempt: Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not mifs. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish. Enter King, attended; divers young Lords, taking leave for the Florentine War; BERTRAM, and PAROLLES. Kin. Farewel, young lords; these warlike principles Do not throw from you:—and you, my lords, farewel: Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, The gift doth ftretch itself as 'tis receiv'd, And is enough for both. 1. L. 'Tis our hope, fir, After well-enter'd foldiers, to return And find your grace in health. Kin. No, no, it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs, he owes the malady That doth my life befiege. Farewel, young lords 7 into i |