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(Those 'bated, that inherit but the Fall
Of the laft Monarchy ;) fee, that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The brave Questant fhrinks, find what you seek,
That Fame may ery you loud: I say, farewel.

2 Lord. Health at your bidding serve your Majefty!
King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them;
They say, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you serve.
Both. Ou

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Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewel. Come hither to me. [To Attendants. [Exit.

Lord. Oh, my sweet Lord, that you will stay be

hind us!

Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark e Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars.

Par. Most admirable; I have feen 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 ftand to it, boy, steal away

bravely.

Ber. Shall I stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Creeking my shoes on the plain masonry,
'Till Honour be bought up, and no fword worn
But one to dance with? by heav'n, I'll fteal away.
I Lord. There's honour in the theft.

Par. Commit it, Count.

2 Lord. I am your accessary, and so farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd body.

Higher Italy; giving it the Rank of Preference to France; but he corrects himself and says, I except Those from that Precedency, who only inherit the Fall of the last Monarchy; as all the little petty States; for instance, Florence to whom these Volunteers were going. As if he had faid, I give the Place of Honour to the Emperor and the Pope, but not to the free States. All here is clear; and 'tis exactly Shakespear's Manner, who lov'd to shew his Reading on such Occafions. Mr. Warburton.

1 Lord.

1 Lord. Farewel, Captain.
2 Lord. Sweet Monfieur Parolles!

Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin;

good sparks and lustrous. A word, good metals. (7) You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one captain Spurio with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his finister cheek; it was this very sword entrench'd it; say to him, I live, and observe his reports of me.

1 Lord. We shall, noble captain.

Par. Mars doat on you for his novices! what will ye do?

Ber. Stay; the King[Exeunt Lords. Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble Lords, you have restrain'd 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 gate, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd star; and tho' the devil lead the meafure, fuch are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel.

Ber. And I will do fo.

Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most finewy fword-men.

Enter the King, and Lafeu.

[Exeunt.

Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to stand up.

Laf. Then here's a man stands, that hath bought his

pardon.

I would, you had kneel'd, my Lord, to ask me mercy; And that at my bidding you could so stand up.

(7) You shall find in the Regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, bis Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War bere on bis finifter Cheek ;] It is surprizing, none of the Editors could see that a flight Transposition was absolutely neceffary here, when there is not common Sense in the Passage, as it stands without fuch Tranfposition. Parolles only means, "You shall find one Captain "Spario in the Camp with a Scar on his left Cheek, a Mark " of War that my Sword gave him."

VOL. III.

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King

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. No.

Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?

Yes, but you will, my noble grapes; an if

My royal fox could reach them: (8) I have seen a

Med cin,

That's able to breathe life into a stone;

Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canary

With sprightly fire and motion; whose simple touch

Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,

To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,

And write to her a love-line.

King. What her is this?

Laf. Why, doctor-she: my Lord, there's one ar

riv'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 fee 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'ft it.

Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,

And not be all day neither.

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[Exit Lafeu.

King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.

(8) I have seen a Medecine,] Lafeu does not mean that he has seen a Remedy, but a Person bringing such a Remedy. I therefore imagine, our Author used the French Word, Medecin, i. e. a Physician; this agrees with what he subjoins immediately in Reply to the King,

Why, Doctor-She; -and-write to her a Love-line.

Laf. Laf. [Returns.] Nay, come your ways.

[Bringing in Helena.

King. This hafte hath wings, indeed.

Laf. Nay, come your ways,
This is his Majesty, say your mind to him;
A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
His Majesty seldom fears; I'm Creffid'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 my father,
In what he did profess, well found.

King. I knew him.

Hel. The rather will I spare my praise towards him;
Knowing him, is enough: on's bed of death
Many receipts he gave me, chiefly one,
Which as the dearest issue of his practice,
And of his old experience th' only darling,
He bade me store up, as a triple eye,

Safer than mine own two more dear I have so;
And hearing your high Majesty is touch'd
With that malignant cause, wherein the honour
Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
I come to tender it, and my appliance,
With all bound humbleness.

King. 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 ransom nature
From her unaidable estate: we must not
So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our past-cure malady
To empericks; or to dissever so
Our great felf and our credit, to esteem
A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.
Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains;
I will no more enforce mine office on you;
Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts
A modest one to bear me back again.

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King.

King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful;
Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I give,
As one near death to those that with him live;
But what at full I know, thou know'st no part;
I knowing all my peril, thou no art.

Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy.
He that of greatest works is finisher,
Oft does them by the weakest minister :
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown,
When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
From fimple sources; and great feas have dry'd,
When mir'cles have by th' greatest been deny'd.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises: and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind

Maid;

Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid :
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.

Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd :
It is not so with him that all things knows,
As 'tis with us, that square our guess by shows:
But most it is presumption in us, when
The help of heav'n we count the act of men.
Dear Sir, to my endeavours give consent,
Of heav'n, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impoftor, that proclaim
Myself against the level of mine aim;
But know, I think, and think I know most sure,
My art is not past power, nor you paft cure.

King. Art thou so confident? within what space
Hop'st thou my cure ?

Hel. The greatest grace lending grace,
Ere twice the horses of the fun shall bring
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp;
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
Hatn told the thievish minutes how they pass;

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