Count. I play the noble housewife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool.

Clo. O Lord, Sir! - why, there 't serves well again. Count. An end, Sir: to your business. Give Helen this, And urge her to a present answer back:

Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son.

This is not much.

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.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt severally.

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 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.

Par. Why, 't is the rarest argument of wonder, that hath shot out in our latter times.

Ber.

And so 't is.

Laf. To be relinquished of the artists,

Par. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus.

Laf. Of all the learned and authentic fellows, -
Par. Right; so I say.

Laf. That gave him out incurable,

Par. Why, there't is; so say I too.

Laf. Not to be helped,

Par. Right; as 't were a man assured of an

Laf. Uncertain life, and sure death.

Par. Just, you say well; so would I have said.
Laf. I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.

Par. It is, indeed: if you will have it in showing, you shall read it in, — what do you call there?

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: 'fore me, I speak in respect

Par. Nay, 't is strange; 't is very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he is of a most facinorous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the —

Laf. Very hand of heaven.

Par. Ay, so I say.

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. Lustick, 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?

Laf. 'Fore God, I think so.

King. Go, call before me all the lords in court.

Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side:

[Exit an Attendant.

And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive

The confirmation of my promis'd gift,

Which but attends thy naming.

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
I have to use: thy frank election make.
Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.

Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
Fall, when love please! - marry, to each, but one.

Laf. I'd give bay curtal, and his furniture, My mouth no more were broken than these boys', And writ as little beard.

King.

Peruse them well:

Not one of those but had a noble father.

Hel.

Gentlemen,

Heaven hath through me restor'd the king to health.
All. We understand it, and thank heaven for you.
Hel. I am a simple maid; and therein wealthiest,
That, I protest, I simply am a maid.

Please it your majesty, I have done already:
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,

"We blush, that thou should'st choose; but, be refus'd,
Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever:

We'll ne'er come there again."

King.
Who shuns thy love, shuns all his love in me.

Make choice; and, see,

Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly, And to imperial Love, that god most high,

Do my sighs stream. Sir, will

1 Lord. And grant it.

Hel.

hear you

my

suit?

Thanks, Sir: all the rest is mute.

Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw ames-ace 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? An they were sons of mine, have them whipped, or I would send them to the Turk to make eunuchs of.

I'd

Hel. [To 3 Lord.] Be not afraid that I your hand should take; I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:

Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed

Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!

Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they 'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got them. Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good,

To make yourself a son out of my blood.

4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so.

Laf. There's one grape yet, I am sure, thy father drank wine. But if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth of fourteen: I have known thee already.

Hel. [To BERTRAM.] I dare not say, I take you; but I give Me, and my service, ever whilst I live,

Into your guiding power. This is the man,

King. Why then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife. Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your highness, In such a business give me leave to use

But never hope to know why I should marry her.

King. Thou know'st, she has rais'd me from my sickly bed. Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down

Must answer for your raising? I know her well:

She had her breeding at my father's charge.

A poor physician's daughter my wife? — Disdain

Rather corrupt me ever!

King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which

I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods,

Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
In differences so mighty. If she be

All that is virtuous, (save what thou dislik'st,
A poor physician's daughter) thou dislik'st
Of virtue for the name; but do not so:

From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the docr's deed:

Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,

It is a dropsied honour: good alone

Is good, without a name; vileness is so :
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
In these to nature she 's immediate heir,
And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's boru,
And is not like the sire: honours thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive,
Thau our foregoers. The mere word 's a slave,
Debauch'd on every tomb; on every grave,
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb,
Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb
Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?

If thou canst like this creature as a maid,

I can create the rest: virtue, and she

Is her own dower; honour, and wealth from me.
Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do 't.
King.

Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou should'st strive to choose.

Hel. That you are well restor'd, my lord, I am glad.
Let the rest go.

King. My honour's at the stake, which to defeat
I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift,
That dost in vile misprision shackle up

My love, and her desert; that canst not dream,
We, poising us in her defective scale, -
Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
It is in us to plant thine honour, where
We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt:
Obey our will, which travails in thy good :
Believe not thy disdain, but presently
Do thine own fortunes that obedient right,
Which both thy duty owes, and our power claims,
Or I will throw thee from my care for ever