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Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,
Hel. Then I confefs,
By any token of presumptuous fuit;
Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him;
And lack not to lofe ftill: thus Indian-like,
Was both herself and love; o, then give pity
Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly,
Hel. I had.
Count. Wherefore? tell true.
Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear:
For general fov'reignty; and that he will'd me
Count. This was your motive for Paris, was it, fpeak?
Count. But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your fuppofed aid,
Hel. There's fomething hints,
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Shall, for my legacy, be fanctified
By th' luckiest stars in heav'n: and, would your honour
Count. Do'st thou believe it?
Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.
Count. Why, Helen, thou fhalt 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 bleffing upon thy attempt: Be gone to-morrow; and be fure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.
The Court of France.
Enter the King, with two young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war. Bertram, and Parolles. Flourish cornets.
AREWEL, young lord; these warlike principles
I Lord. 'Tis our hope, fir,
After well-enter'd foldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy*
Of the last monarchy) fee, that you come
2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, ferve your majesty!
Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
1 Lord. O, my fweet lord, that you will stay behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark
2 Lord. O, 'tis brave wars.
Par. Moft 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 fland to it, boy, steal away bravely.
Par. Commit it, count.
2 Lord. I am your acceffary; and so farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and this our parting is A tortur'd body.
I Lord. Farewel, worthy captain.
The ancient geographers have divided Italy into the higher and the lower, the Appennine bills being a kind of natural line of partition; the fide next the Adriatick was denominated the higher Italy, and the other fide the lower: and the two feas followed the fame terms of distinction, the Adriatick being called the upper fea, and the Tyrrhene or Tuscan the lower. Now the Sennones or Senois, with whom the Florentines are here fuppofed to be at war, inhabited the higher Italy, their chief town being Ariminum, now called Rimini, upon the Adriatick.
Reflecting upon the abject and degenerate condition of the cities and ftates which arofe out of the ruins of the Roman empire, the last of the four great monarchies of the world.
2 Lord. Sweet monfieur Parolles ! —
Par. Noble heroes, my fword and yours are kin; good fparks and luftrous! 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 finifter cheek; it was this very sword intrench'd it; fay to him, I live; and observe his reports of me.
I Lord. We fhall noble captain.
Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! what will you do? Ber. Stay; the king[Ex. Lords. Par. Use a more fpacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrain'd yourself within the lift of too cold an adieu: be more expreffive to them, for they wear themselves in the cap "of the time, there do mufter together, dress, speak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd ftar; and, though the devil lead the measure, 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 fwordmen. [Exeunt.
Enter the King, and Lafeu.
Laf. Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
King. I'll fee thee to ftand up.
Laf. Then here's a man stands that hath brought his pardon.
I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to afk me mercy;
King. I would I had, fo I had broke thy pate,
And ask'd thee mercy for't.
Laf. Good faith, acrofs: but, my good lord, 'tis thus ; Will you be cur'd of your infirmity?
Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox? Yes, but you will, an if my royal fox