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To cure the defperate languishings, whereof
Count. This was your motive for Paris, was it, speak?
Hel. My lord your fon made me to think of this;
Had from the converfation of my thoughts,
Count. But think you, Helen,
you fhould tender your fuppofed aid,
He would receive it? he and his phyficians'
Hel. There's fomething in't
More than my father's skill, (which was the great'ft
Shall for my legacy be fanctified
By th' luckiest stars in heav'n; and, would your honour But give me leave to try fuccefs, I'd venture
The well-loft life of mine on his Grace's Cure,
By fuch a day and hour.
Count. Doft thou believe't?
Hel. Ay, Madam, knowingly.
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and
Means and attendants; and my loving greetings
SCENE, the Court of France.
Enter the King, with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war. Bertram and Parolles, Flourish Cornets.
Arewel, young Lords: these warlike principles
Share the advice betwixt you. If both gain,
1 Lord. 'Tis our hope, Sir,
After well-enter'd foldiers, to return
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Wit not confefs, it owns the malady
That doth my life befiege; farewel, young Lords;
Of worthy French men; (6) let higher Italy
(Thofe bated, that inherit but the Fall
Of the laft Monarchy ;) fee, &c.) This feems to me. One of the very obfcure Paffages of Shakespear, and which therefore may very well demand Explanation. Italy, at the time of this Scene, was under three very different Tenures. The Emperor, as Succeffor of the Roman Emperors, had one Part ; the Pope, by a pretended Donation from Conftantine, another ; and the Third was compos'd of free States. Now by the last Monarchy is meant the Roman, the laft of the four general Monarchies. Upon the Fall of this Monarchy, in the Scramble, feveral Cities fet up for Themselves, and became free States: Now these might be faid properly to inberit the Fall of the Monarchy. This being premised, now to the Senfe. The King fays,
(Thofe 'bated, that inherit but the Fall
Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
King. Farewel. Come hither to me. [To Attendants.
Lord. Oh, my fweet Lord, that you will stay behind us!
Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark
e Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars.
Par. Moft admirable; I have seen thofe wars.
Par. An thy mind ftand to it, boy, fteal away bravely.
Ber. Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a fmock, Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry,
'Till Honour be bought up, and no sword worn But one to dance with? by heav'n, I'll fteal away. 1 Lord. There's honour in the theft.
Par. Commit it, Count.
2 Lord. I am your acceffary, 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 fays, I except Thofe from that Precedency, who only inherit the Fall of the laft Monarchy; as all the little petty States; for inftance, 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 fhew his Reading on fuch Occafions. Mr. Warburton.
I Lord. Farewel, Captain.
2 Lord. Sweet Monfieur Parolles!
Par. Noble heroes, my fword and yours are kin; good fparks and lustrous. A word, good metals. (7) You fhall 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 fword entrench'd it; fay to him, I live, and obferve his reports of me.
1 Lord. We fhall, noble captain.
Par. Mars doat on you for his novices! what will ye do?
Ber. Stay; the King
[Exeunt Lords. Par. Ufe 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 muster true gate, eat, fpeak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'à ftar; 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. [Exeunt.
Enter the King, and Lafeu.
Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings.
Laf. Then here's a man ftands, that hath bought his
I would, you had kneel'd, my Lord, to ask me mercy And that at my bidding you could so stand up.
(7) You fall find in the Regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, bis Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War bere on bis finifter Cheek ;] It is furprizing, none of the Editors could fee that a flight Tranfpofition was abfolutely neceffary here, when there is not common Senfe in the Paffage, as it ftands without fuch Tranfpofition. Parolles only means, "You fhall find one Captain "Spurio in the Camp with a Scar on his left Cheek, a Mark "of War that my Sword gave him.” VOL. III. B
Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?
My royal fox could reach them: (8) I have seen a
That's able to breathe life into a stone;
To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
King. What her is this?
Laf. Why, doctor-she: my Lord, there's one ar-
If you will fee her. Now, by my faith and honour,
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
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'st it.
Laf. Nay, I'll fit you,
And not be all day neither.
King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
(8) I bave feen a Medecine,] Lafeu does not mean that he has feen a Remedy, but a Person bringing such a Remedy. I therefore imagine, our Author used the French Word, Medecin, i. e. a Phyfician; this agrees with what he fubjoins immediately in Reply to the King,
Why, Doctor-She; ~and~write to her a Love-lise.