Count. Go not about: my love hath in 't a bond, Whereof the world takes note. Come, come, disclose The state of your affection, for your passions Have to the full appeach'd. Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, My friends were poor, but honest; so 's my love: That he is lov'd of me. I follow him not Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him, Thus, Indian-like, The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Hel. Count. Madam, I had. 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 For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me To cure the desperate languishings whereof Count. For Paris, was it? speak. This was your motive Hel. My lord, your son, made me to think of this; Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, Had, from the conversation of my thoughts, Haply been absent then. Count. But think you, Helen, If you should tender your supposed aid, He would receive it? He and his physicians Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, Embowell'd of their doctrince, have left off Hel. There's something in't, More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure, Count. Dost thou believe 't? Hel. Ay, Madam, knowingly. Count. 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 blessing into thy attempt. ACT II. SCENE I. Paris. A Room in the KING'S Palace. [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter KING, with young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants. King. Farewell, young lords: these warlike principles Do not throw from you: - and you, my lords, farewell.Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, The gift doth stretch itself as 't is receiv'd, And is enough for both. 1 Lord. 'Tis our hope, Sir, After well-enter'd soldiers, to return And find your grace in health. King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords; Whether I live or die, be you the sons The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek, 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty! They say, our French lack language to deny, If they demand: beware of being captives, Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. [The KING retires to a couch. 1 Lord. O, my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault, the spark. 2 Lord. O, 't is 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 "t is too early." Par. An thy mind stand to 't, boy, steal away bravely, Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, 1 Lord. Par. 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 ! Good Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. 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. Whe shall, noble captain. Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! Ber. Stay; the king [Exeunt Lords. What will you do? [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. Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy sword[Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLlles. meu. Enter LAFEu. Laf. Pardon, my Lord, [Kneeling.] for me and for my tidings. King. I'll see 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, 't is thus; Will you be cur'd of your infirmity? King. No. Laf. O! will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? My royal fox could reach them. I have seen To give great Charlemaine a pen in 's hand, King. What her is this? Laf. Why, doctor she. My lord, there's one arriv'd, In this my light deliverance, I have spoke With one, that in her sex, her years, profession, King. Now, good Lafeu, Bring in the admiration, that we with thee May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, |