Hel. You are my mother, madam :-'would you Nor would I have him till I do deserve him; (So that were my lord your son were not my brother) Indeed my mother!- or were you both our mothers, I care no more for than I do for heaven, -: Yet never know how that desert should be. The sun, that looks upon his worshiper, But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, God shield you mean it not! "daughter," and For loving where you do: but if yourself, "mother," So strive upon your pulse What, pale again? My fear hath catched your fondness: now I see Whose agéd honor cites a virtuous youth, Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 't is gross, To her whose state is such that cannot choose You love my son: invention is ashamed, Against the proclamation of thy passion, Hel. Hel. Good madam, pardon me! you love my son? Your pardon, noble mistress! Count. Love you my son? You know my father left me some prescriptions Count. Go not about: my love hath in 't a To cure the desperate languishings whereof Hel. My lord your son made me to think of Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified Flourish. Enter KING, with young Lords, taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants. The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek, That fame may cry you loud. I say, farewell. 2nd Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty! King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them: They say our French lack language to deny, King. Farewell, young lord; these warlike prin- If they demand. Beware of being captives That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords: "Too young," and "the next year," and "'tis Whether I live or die, be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen. Let higher Italy Of the last monarchy) see that you come too early." Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away bravely. Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, Laf. Good faith, across. But, my good lord, 't is thus: Will you be cured of your infirmity? Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tor- My royal fox could reach them. I have seen a Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! [Exeunt If you will see her, - now by my faith and Lords.]-What will you do? Ber. Stay the King — [Seeing him rise. Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrained 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 followed. After them, and take a more dilated farewell. Ber. And I will do so. honor, Bring in the admiration; that we with thee Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most By wondering how thou took'st it. sinewy swordsmen. Laf. Nay, I'll fit you, [Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES. And not be all day neither. 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. [Exit LAFEU. I would you had kneeled, my lord, to ask me A traitor you do look like; but such traitors mercy; And that, at my bidding, you could so stand up. King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, And asked thee mercy for 't. His majesty seldom fears. I am Cressid's uncle, 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 When miracles have by the greatest been denied. Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards Knowing him is enough. On his bed of death And of his old experience the only darling, He bade me store up, as a triple eye, Oft expectation fails, and most oft there King. I must not hear thee: fare thee well, kind maid: Thy pains, not used, must by thyself be paid: Hel. Inspiréd merit so by breath is barred! Safer than mine own two; more dear. I have so: But most it is presumption in us, when And, hearing your high majesty is touched I come to tender it, and my appliance, King. We thank you, maiden: To empires; or to dissever so Our great self and our credit, to esteem A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. I will no more enforce mine office on you; King. I cannot give thee less, to be called grate ful: The help of heaven we count the act of men. Myself against the level of mine aim; But know I think, and think I know most sure, Hop'st thou my cure? Hel. The greatest Grace lending grace, Hel. Tax of impudence; Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I Traduced by odious ballads; my maiden's name give As one near death to those that wish him live: Hel. What I can do can do no hurt to try, From simple sources; and great seas have dried, Seared otherwise no worse of worst extended, King. Methinks in thee some blesséd spirit doth speak; His powerful sound within an organ weak: In common sense, sense saves another way. Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate. Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die; and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court:- but for me, I have an answer will serve all men. Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer that And well deserved. Not helping, death 's my fee: fits all questions. King. Make thy demand. Hel. But will you make it even? King. Ay, by my scepter and my hopes of heaven. Hel. Then thou shalt give me, with thy kingly What husband in thy power I will command: : To choose from forth the royal blood of France; King. Here is my hand: the premises observed, rest but Unquestioned welcome, and undoubted blest.— SCENE II.-Roussillon. A Room in the COUNT ESS's Palace. Enter COUNTESS and Clown. Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock. Count. Will your answer serve fit to all ques tions? Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin. Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions? Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit any question. Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, that must fit all demands. Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to 't: Ask me, if I am a courtier; it shall do you no harm to learn. Count. To be young again, if we could, I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a courtier ? Clo. O Lord, sir!-There's a simple putting :- - more, more, a hundred of them. Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. off: Clo. O Lord, sir!-Thick, thick, spare not me. Count. Come on, sir: I shall now put you to homely meat. the height of your breeding. Clo. I will shew 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 God 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, Clo. O Lord, sir! - Nay, put me to 't; I war rant you. Count. You were lately whipped, sir, as I think. Count. Do you cry-"O Lord, sir," at your whipping, and "Spare not me?" Indeed, your "O Lord, sir," is very sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to 't. |