Count. I think, Sir, you can eat none of this homely

meat.

Clo. O lord, Sir

you.

nay, put me to't, I warrant

Count. You were lately whipp'd, Sir, as I think.
Clo. O lord, Sir-fpare not me.

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 worfe luck in my life, in my

lord, Sir; I fee, things may ferve long, but not ferve

ever.

Count. I play the noble hufwife with the time, to en tertain 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:
This is not much.

Clo. Not much commendation to them?

Count. Not much imployment for you, you underftand me.

Clo. Moft fruitfully, I am there before my legs.
Count. Hafte you again.

[Exeunt.

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 Say 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 seeming ftrange and preternatural Phænomena familiar, and reduceable to Cause and Reason.

Hence

Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors; enfconfing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit 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. Of all the learned and authentick Fellows-
Par. Right, fo I fay.

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.
Laf. I may truly fay, it is a novelty to the world.
Par. It is indeed, if you will have it in fhewing, you
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 moft 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 tranfcendence; which should, indeed, give us a farther use to be made than alone the recov'ry of the King; as to be→ Laf. Generally thankful.

Enter King, Helena, and attendants.

Par. I would have faid it, you said 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?
Laf. 'Fore God, I think fo.

King. Go, call before me all the Lords in court.
Sir, my preferver, by thy patient's fide;

And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
Thou haft repeal'd, a fecond time receive
The confirmation of my promis'd gift;

Which but attends thy naming.

Enter three or four Lords.

Fair maid, fend forth thine eye; this youthful parcel
Of noble batchelors ftand at my bestowing,

O'er whom both fov'reign power and father's voice
I have to ufe; thy frank election make;

Thou haft power to chufe, and they none to forfake.
Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
Fall, when love please! marry, to each but one.-
Laf. I'd give bay curtal and his furniture,

My mouth no more were broken than these boys,
And writ as little beard.

King. Perufe them well:

Not one of those, but had a noble father.

[She addreffes berfelf to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen, heaven hath, through me, reftor'd The King to health.

All. We understand it, and thank heaven for you. Hel. I am a fimple maid, and therein wealthiest, That, I proteft, I fimply am a maid.

Please it your Majefty, I have done already :
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
"We blufh that thou fhould'ft chufe, but be refus'd;
"Let the white death fit on thy cheek for ever,
"We'll ne'er come there again.

King. Make choice, and fee,

Who fhuns thy love, fhuns all his love in me.
Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly,
And to imperial Love, that God most high,
Do my fighs ftream: Sir, will you hear my
1 Lord. And grant it.
Hel. Thanks, Sir ;-

all the reft is mute.

fuit?

Laf.

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
Her that fo wishes, and her humble love!
2 Lord. No better, if you please.

Hel. My wish 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 should take, F'll never do you wrong for your own fake: Bleffing upon your vows, and in your bed

Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!

Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none of her: fure, they are baftards 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.

4

Lord. (12) Fair one, I think not fo.

Laf. There's one grape yet,

Par. I am fure, thy father drunk wine..
Laf. But if thou. be'eft not an ass, I am a

Youth of fourteen. I have known thee already.
Hel. I dare not fay, I take you; but I give
Me and my fervice, ever whilst I live,

(12) 4 Lord: Fair One, I think not fö..

Laf. There's one Grape yet, I am fùre 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, becaufe 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, fhe's thy

wife.

Ber. My wife, my Liege? I fhall befeech your Highnefs,

In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use
The help of mine own eyes.

King. Know'st thou not, Bertram,
What the hath done for me?

Ber. Yes, my good Lord,

But never hope to know why I should marry her.
King. Thou know'ft, fhe has rais'd me from my fickly
bed.

Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down
Must answer for your raifing? I know her well:
She had her breeding at my father's charge:
A poor phyfician's daughter, my wife!
Rather corrupt me ever!

Difdain

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,
Would quite confound diftinction, yet stand off
In differences, fo mighty. If the be

All that is virtuous, (fave what thou dislik'st,
A poor phyfician's daughter) thou dislik'st
Of virtue for the name: but do not fo.

(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:
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is young, wife, fair;
In these, to nature fhe's immediate heir;

(13) From loweft Place, whence virtuous Things proceed,

The Place is dignified by th' Doer's Deed.] 'Tis ftrange, 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,

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