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Count. I think, Sir, you can eat none of this homely
Clo. O lord, Sir
nay, put me to't, I warrant
Count. You were lately whipp'd, Sir, as I think.
Count. Do you cry, O lord, Sir, at your whipping, and fpare not me? indeed, your O lord, Sir, is very fequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to't.
Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in mylord, Sir; I fee, things may ferve long, but not ferve
Count. I play the noble hufwife with the time, to entertain it fo merrily with a fool.
Clo. O lord, Sir-why, there't ferves well again. Count. An end, Sir; to your bufinefs: give Helen this, And urge her to a prefent answer back.
Commend me to my kinfmen, and my fon :
Clo. Not much commendation to them?
Count. Not much imployment for you, you underftand me.
Clo. Moft fruitfully, I am there before my legs.
SCENE changes to the Court of France.
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.
Laf. (11) THEY fay, miracles are paft; and we have our philofophical perfons to make modern, and familiar, things fupernatural and causeless.
(11) They fay Miracles are paft, and we have our Philofophical Perfons to make modern and familiar things fupernatural and causelefs.] This, as it has hitherto been pointed, is directly oppofite to our Poet's, and his Speaker's Meaning. As I have stop'd it, the Senfe quadrates with the Context: and, furely, it is one unalterable Property of Philofophy, to make feeming ftrange and preternatural Phænomena familiar, and reduceable to Caufe and Reason.
Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors; enfconfing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we fhould fubmit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Par. Why, 'tis the rareft argument of wonder that hath fhot out in our later times.
Ber. And fo'tis.
Laf. To be relinquish'd of the artists
Par. So I fay, both of Galen and Paracelfus.
Laf. That gave him out incurable,
Par. Why, there 'tis, fo fay I too.
Laf. Not to be help'd,
Par. Right, as 'twere a man affur'd of an
Laf. Uncertain life, and fure death,
Par. Juft, you fay well: fo would I have faid.
fhall read it in, what do you call there-
Laf. A fhewing of a heav'nly effect in an earthly actor. Par. That's it, I would have faid the very fame. Laf. Why, your dolphin is not luftier
fpeak in refpect
for me, I
Par. Nay, 'tis ftrange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most facineri, ous fpirit, that will not acknowledge it to be theLaf. Very hand of heav'n.
Par. Ay, fo I fay
Laf. In a most weak
Par. And debile minifter, great power, great transcendence; which should, indeed, give us a farther use to be made than alone the recov'ry of the King; as to beLaf. Generally thankful.
Enter King, Helena, and attendants.
Par. I would have said it, you faid well here comes the King.
Laf. Luftick, as the Dutchman fays: I'll like a Maid the better, while I have a tooth in my head: why, he's able to lead her a Corranto.
Par. Mert du Vinaigre! is not this Helen?
King. Go, call before me all the Lords in court.
And with this healthful hand, whose banifh'd fenfe
Enter three or four Lords.
Fair maid, fend forth thine eye; this youthful parcel
O'er whom both fov'reign power and father's voice
Thou haft power to chufe, and they none to forfake.
My mouth no more were broken than these boys,
King. Peruse them well:
Not one of those, but had a noble father.
[She addreffes herself to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen, heaven hath, through me, reftor'd The King to health.
All. We understand it, and thank heaven for you.
Please it your Majefty, I have done already:
"We blush that thou should'ft chufe, but be refus'd;
King. Make choice, and fee,
Who fhuns thy love, fhuns all his love in me.
all the reft is mute.
Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw amesace for my life.
Hel. The honour, Sir, that flames in your fair eyes,, Before I fpeak, too threatningly replies:
Love make your fortunes twenty times above
Hel. My wifh receive,
Which great Love grant! and fo I take my leave.
Laf. Do all they deny her? if they were fons of mine,, I'd have them whipt, or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of.
Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand fhould take, F'll never do you wrong for your own fake: Bleffing upon your vows, and in
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!
Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none of her : fure, they are bastards to the English, the French ne'er got 'em.
Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good,, To make yourself a fon out of my blood.
Lord. (12) Fair one, I think not fo.
Laf. There's one grape yet,
Par. I am fure, thy father drunk wine.
Youth of fourteen. I have known thee already.
(12) 4 Lord: Fair One, I think not sö..
Laf. There's one Grape yet, I am fure my Father drunk Wine: but if Thou be'eft not an Afs, I am a Youth of fourteen :: I bave known thee already.] Surely, this is most incongruent Stuff. Lafeu is angry with the other Noblemen for giving Helens the Repulfe and is he angry too, and thinks the fourth Nobleman an Afs, because he's for embracing the Match? The Whole, certainly, can't be the Speech of one Mouth. As I have: divided the Speech, I think, Clearnefs and Humour are reftor'd. And if Parolles were not a little pert and impertinent here to Lafeu, why should he say, he had found him out already? Or why should he quarrel with kim in the very next Scene?
In'o your guided power: this is the man. [To Bertram. King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, she's thy wife.
Ber. My wife, my Liege? I fhall befeech your Highnefs,
In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use
King. Know'st thou not, Bertram,
Ber. Yes, my good Lord,
But never hope to know why I should marry her.
Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down
Rather corrupt me ever!
King. 'Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her, the which I can build up: ftrange is it, that our bloods,
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
All that is virtuous, (fave what thou dislik'st,
Of virtue for the name: but do not so.
(13) From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignify'd by th' doer's deed.
Where great addition fwells, and virtue none,
It is a dropfied honour; good alone,
Is good without a name. Vileness is fo:
(13) From loweft Place, whence virtuous Things proceed,
The Place is dignified by tb' Doer's Deed.] 'Tis strange, that none of the Editors could perceive, that both the Sentiment and Grammar are defective here. The easy Correction, which I have given, was prescribed to me by the ingenious Dr. Thirlby,