King. Laf. No. O, will you eat you No grapes, my royal fox? yes, but will, Could reach them: I have seen a medicine, 6 you Quicken a rock, and make dance canary,7 To give great Charlemagne a pen in his hand, King. What her is this? Laf. Why, doctor she: My lord, there's one arriv'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. And not be all day neither. Nay, I'll fit you, [Exit LAFEU. King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA. Laf. Nay, come your ways. King. This haste hath wings, indeed. Laf. Nay, come your ways; This is his majesty, say your mind to him: A female physician. 7 A kind of dance. His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle, 8 That dare leave two together; fare you well. [Exit. King. Now, fair one, does your business follow 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 him; Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so: With all bound humbleness. King. We thank you, maiden; But may not be so credulous of cure, To empiricks; or to dissever so Our great self and our credit, to esteem A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. 8 I am like Pandarus. A third eye. 9 Well informed. King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grate ful: Thou thought'st to help me ; and such thanks I give, Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, From simple sources; and great seas have dried, Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid: But know I think, and think I know most sure, Hel. Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Hel. King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth His powerful sound, within an organ weak In common sense, sense saves another way. King. Make thy demand. Hel. But will you make it even? King. Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven. Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand, What husband in thy power I will command: Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royal blood of France; King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd, More should I question thee, and more I must; Though, more to know, could not be more to trust; From whence thou cam'st, how 'tended on, - But rest Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest. — SCENE II. Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace. Enter Countess and Clown. Count. Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding. Člo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught: I know my business is but to the court. Count. To the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt ? But to the court. Clo. Truly, madam, if nature have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court; he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely |