heritage: 36) and, I think, I shall never have the || and yet no hurt done! 42) Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that the devil drives. Count. Is this all your worship's reason? Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are. Count. May the world know them? Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do imarry, that I may repent. Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness. Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake. Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am a-weary of. He, that ears my land, 37) spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the crop: if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my friend; ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage: for young Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both one, they may joll horns together, like any deer i'the herd. Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave? Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart. - I am going, forsooth; the business is for Helen to come hither. [Exit Clown. Count. Well now. Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely. Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me: and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds; there is more owing her, than is paid; and more shall be paid her, than she'll demand. Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than, I think, she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate to herself her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son: Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or ransome afterward: This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty, speedily to acquaint you withal; sithence, 3) in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it. Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep it to yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray you, leave me stall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your honest care: I will speak with you [Exit Steward. Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth further anon. the next way: 36) For I the ballad will repeat, Which men full true shall find; Count. Get you gone, sir: I'll talk with you more anon. Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Clo. Was this fair face the cause, 39) quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy? Fond done, done fond, Was this king Priam's joy. With that she sighed as she stood, With that she sighed as she stood, And gave this sentence then; Among nine bad if one be good, Among nine bad if one be good, There's yet one good in ten. Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah. Enter HELENA. Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young: Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; I am a mother to you. Hel. Mine honourable mistress. You know, Helen, Nay, a mother; Hel. That I am not. Clo. One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying o'the song: Would God would serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson: One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but every 40 blazing star, or at an earthquake, Count. I say, I am your mother. 'twould mend the lottery well; 4) a man may draw Hel. Pardon, madam; his heart out, ere he pluck one. The count Rousillon cannot be my brother: Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as II am from humble, he from honour'd name; command you? No note upon my parents, his all noble: Clo. That man should be at woman's command, My master, my dear lord he is: and I His servant live, and will his vassal die: God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother, Your salt tears' head. 48) Now to all sense 'tis gross,|| To say, thou dost not: therefore tell me true; That truth should be suspected: Speak, is't so? Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress! Count. Love you my son? Hel. My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him; The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, Hel. Count. Wherefore? tell true. Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear, You know, my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading, And manifest experience, had collected For Paris, was it? speak. Count. If you should tender your supposed aid, Hel. By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, 1 Lord. And find your grace in health. That doth my life besiege. 3) Farewell, young lords; 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your ma jesty! King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; Par. "Tis not his fault; the spark 2 Lord. O, 'tis brave wars! Par. Most admirable; I have seen those wars. Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with, Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early. Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away bravely. Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, Commit it, count. 2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body. 1 Lord. Farewell, 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 the Spinii, one captain Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword entrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his reports for me. 2 Lord. We shall, noble captain. Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! [Exeunt 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, 7) eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, 8) such are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell. Ber. And I will do so. Par. Worthy fellows; and, like to prove most sinewy sword-men. [Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES. To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, Nay, I'll fit you, Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA. Laf. Nay, come your ways. This haste hath wings indeed. Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him; Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death We thank you, maiden; But may not be so credulous of cure, When our most learned doctors leave us; and The congregated college have concluded That labouring art can never ransome nature From her inaidable estate, - I say we must not So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, Laf. Pardon, my lord, [kneeling] for me and for To prostitute our past-cure malady my tidings. Enter LAFBu. King. I'll fee thee to stand up. Laf. Then here's a man Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you Had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy; and That, at my bidding, you could so stand up. King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for't. Laf. Goodfaith, across: ") But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd Of your infirmity? King. Laf. No. O, will you eat No grapes, my royal fox? yes, but you will, To empirics; or to dissever so Our great self and our credit, to esteem King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful: From simple sources; and great seas have dried, If thou proceed When miracles have by the greatest been denied. 16) || Give me some help here, ho! As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed. King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid: Hel. Tax of impudence, - King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth His powerful sound, within an organ weak: In common sense, sense saves another way. 19) To choose from forth the royal blood of France; -- 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. Clo. 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 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, 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 fits all questions. 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 questions? Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffata punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for Mayday, 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, 24) 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, 25) - There's a simple putting off; more, more, a hundred of them. Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. Clo. O Lord, sir, Thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. Clo. O Lord, sir,-Nay, put me to't, I warrant you. Count. Do you cry, O Lord, sir, at your whipping, Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son; Clo. Not much commendation to them. Count. Not much employment for you: You understand me? Clo. Most fruitfully; I am there before my legs. Count. Haste you again. [Exeunt severally. SCENE III. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES. Laf. They say, miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern 20) and familiar things, supernatural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear. 27) Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder,|| that hath shot out in our latter times. Ber. And so 'tis. Laf. To be relinquish'd of the artists, Par. So I say: both of Galen and Paracelsus. Laf. Of all the learned authentic fellows, - 28) Par. Right, so I say. Laf. That gave him out incurable, Par. Why, there 'tis; so say I too. Par. Right: as 'twere a man assured of an Par. Just, you say well; so would I have said. Laf. A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor. Par. That's it I would have said; the very same. Laf. Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 29) 'fore me I speak in respect Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he is of a most facinorous spirit, 30) that will not acknowledge it to be the Laf. Very hand of heaven. Laf. In a most weak Par. And debile minister, great power, great transcendence: which should, indeed, give us a further use to be made, than alone the recovery of the king, as to be Laf. Generally thankful. Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. Par. I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king. Laf. Lustic, 3) as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head: Why, he's able to lead her a coranto. Par. Mort du Vinaigre! Is not this Helen? King. Go, call before me all the lords in court. [Exit an Attendant. Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side; And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense Enter several Lords. Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing, O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice 32) King. Peruse them well: . Heaven hath, through me, restor❜d the king to health. Sir, will you hear my suit? 1 Lord. And grant it. Hel. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. 37) Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw ames-ace 3) for my life. Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threateningly replies: Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love! 2 Lord. No better, if you please. Hel. My wish receive, Which great love grant! and so I take my leave. Laf. Do all they deny her? 39) An they were sons of mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the Turk, to make eunuchs of. Hel. Be not afraid [to a Lord] that I your hand should take; |