Act II. Scene I.Paris. A Room in the KING'S
Flourish. Enter the KING, with divers young
Lords taking leave for the Florentine war;
BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants.
King. Farewell, young lords: these war-like
Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, fare-
Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain, all
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
And is enough for both.
First 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
Whether I live or die, be you the sons
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy
Those bated that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchysee that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud; I say, farewell.
Sec. Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your
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 Lords. Our hearts receive your warnings.
King. Farewell, Come hither to me.
First Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will
stay behind us!
Par. 'Tis not his fault, the spark.
Sec. Lord. O! 'tis brave wars.
Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil
'Too young,' and 'the next year,' and ' 'tis too
Par. An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away
Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
Till honour be bought up and no sword worn
But one to dance with! By heaven! I'll steal
First Lord. There's honour in the theft.
Par. Commit it, count.
Sec. Lord. I am your accessary; and so fare-
Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tor-
First Lord. Farewell, captain.
Sec. 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 of me.
Sec. Lord. We shall, noble captain.
Par. Mars dote on you for his novices!
What will ye do?
Ber. Stay; the king.
Re-enter KING; PAROLLES and BERTRAM retire.
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 re-
ceived star; and though the devil lead the mea-
sure, 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
[Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES.
Laf. [Kneeling.] 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 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. Good faith, across: but, my good lord,
Will you be cur'd of your infirmity?
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. I have seen a
that's able to breathe life into a stone,
Quicken a, rock, and make you dance canary
With spritely 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
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 see
For that is her demand, and know her business?
That done, laugh well at me.
King. Now, good Lafeu,
Bring in the admiration, that wo with thee
May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
By wond'ring how thou took'st it.
Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,
And not be all day neither. [Exit.
King. Thus he his special nothing ever pro-
Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA.
Laf. Nay, come your ways.
King. This haste 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 am Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together. Fare you well.
King. Now, fair one, does your business follow
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 praises to-
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 the 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 inaidable estate; I say we must not
So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our past-cure malady
To empirics, or to dissever so
Our great self 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 entreating from your royal thoughts
A modest one, to bear me back again.
King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd
Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I
As one near death to those that wish 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
From simple sources; and great seas have dried
When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
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.
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 heaven we count the act of men.
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impostor 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 past cure.
King. Art thou so confident? Within what
Hop'st thou my cure?
Hel. The great'st grace lending grace,
Ere twice the horses of the sun 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
Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass,
What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence
What dar'st thou venture?
Hel. Tax of impudence,
A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame,
Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maiden's name
Sear'd otherwise; nay worseif worseex-
With vilest torture let my life be ended.
King. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit
His powerful sound within an organ weak;
And what impossibility would slay
In common sense, sense saves another way.
Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate
Worth name of life in thee hath estimate;
Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all
That happiness and prime can happy call:
Thou this to hazard needs must intimate
Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.
Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try,
That ministers thine own death if I die.
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
And well deserv'd. Not helping, death's my
But, if I help, what do you promise me?
King. Make thy demand.
Hel. But will you make it even?
King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of
Hel. Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly
What husband in thy power I will command:
Exempted be from me the arrogance
To choose from forth the royal blood of France,
My low and humble name to propagate
With any branch or image of thy state;
But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
King. Here is my hand; the premises ob-
Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd:
So make the choice of thy own time, for I,
Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
More should I question thee, and more I must,
Though more to know could not be more to
From whence thou cam'st, how tended on; but
Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest.
Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed
As high as word, my deed shall match thy
deed. [Flourish. Exeunt.