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Laf. [Returns.] Nay, come your ways.
[Bringing in Helena.
King. This hafte hath wings, indeed.
This is his Majefty, fay your mind to him
King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
Gerard de Narbon was my father,
In what he did profefs, well found.
Hel. The rather will I fpare my praise towards him; Knowing him, is enough: on's bed of death
Many receipts he gave me, chiefly one,
Which as the dearest iffue of his practice,
Safer than mine own two: more dear I have fo;
King. We thank you, maiden;
When our most learned doctors leave us; and
Our great felf and our credit, to esteem
A fenfelefs help, when help past sense we deem.
King. I cannot give thee lefs, to be call'd grateful;
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
Where moft it promifes: and oft it hits
King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind
Thy pains, not us'd, muft by thyfelf be paid :
But know, I think, and think I know moft fure,
King. Art thou fo confident? within what space
Hel. The greateft grace lending grace,
What is infirm from your found parts fhall fly,
Hel. Tax of impudence,
A ftrumpet's boldness, a divulged fhame
King. Methinks, in thee fome bleffed Spirit doth speak
His powerful found, within an organ weak ;
~ In common sense, sense saves another way.
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
Of what I fpoke, unpitied let me die,
And well deferv'd! Not helping, death's my fee;
(9) Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all, &c.] This Verfe is too short by a Foot; and apparently some Dissyllable is drop'd out by Mifchance. Mr. Warburton concurr'd with me in Conjecture to fupply the Verfe thus:
Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all, &c.
Helena, had laid a particular Stress on her maiden Reputation;" and the King afterwards, when he comes to speak of her to Bertram, fays,
If fhe be
All that is virtuous, (fave, What thou diflik'ft,
King. (10) Make thy demand,
Hel. But will you make it even?
King. Ay, by my fcepter, and my hopes of heaven. Hel. Then fhalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand, What Husband in thy power I will command. Exempted be from me the arrogance
To chufe from forth the royal blood of France}
King. Here is my Hand, the premises obferv'd,
More fhould I queftion thee, and more I must;
SCENE changes to Roufillon.
Enter Countess and Clown.
Count. COME on, Sir; I fhall now put you to the
height of your breeding.
Clown. I will fhew my felf highly fed, and lowly taught; I know, my business is but to the court.
(10) King. Make thy Demand.
Hel. But will you make it even?
King. Ay, by my Scepter, and my hopes of help.] The King could have but a very flight Hope of Help from her, fcarce enough to fwear by and therefore Helen might fufpect, he meant to equivocate with her. Befides, obferve, the greatest Part of the Scene is ftrictly in Rhyme : and there is no Shadow of Reason why it should be interrupted here. I rather imagine, the Poet wrote;
Ay, by my Scepter, and my Hopes of Heaven. Dr. Thirlby.
Count. But to the court? why, what place make you fpecial, when you put off that with fuch contempt; but
to the court !
Clo. Truly, Madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may eafily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kifs his hand, and fay nothing, has neither leg, hand, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, fuch a fellow, to fay precifely, were not for the court: but for me, I have an answer will ferve all men. Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions.
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks ; the pin buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn buttock, or any buttock.
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions?
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffaty punk, as Tib's ruth for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuefday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a fcolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin.
Count. Have you, I fay, an answer of such fitness for all questions?
Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your conftable, it will fit any question.
Count. It must be an answer of most monftrous fize, that must fit all demands.
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned fhould speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't. Ask me, if I am a courtier ; it fhall do you
no harm to learn.
Count. To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in a question, hoping to be the wifer by your answer. I pray you, Sir, are you a courtier ?
Clo. O lord, Sir
there's a fimple putting off: more, more, a hundred of them.
Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves
Clo. O lord, Sir
thick, thick, fpare not me.