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Wherefore? tell true.
Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear.
For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me
To cure the desperate languishings whereof
For Paris, was it? speak.
This was your motive
Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this;
Had, from the conversation of my thoughts,
But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
He would receive it? He and his physicians
Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,
Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off
The danger to itself?
There's something hints,
More than my father's skill, which was the greatest
Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified
By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour
But give me leave to try success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
Dost thou believ't?
Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings
To those of mine in court; I'll stay at home,
God's blessing into thy attempt:
What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.
SCENE I-Paris. A Room in the King's Palace.
Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords, taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants. King. Farewell, young lord; these warlike principles Do not throw from you :-and you, my lord, farewell :Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all,
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
And is enough for both.
It is our hope, sir,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Will not confess he owes the malady
That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy1
(Those bated,2 that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy) see, that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.
Second Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!
Our hearts receive your warnings.
[The King retires to a couch.
King. Farewell.-Come hither to me.
First Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault, the spark.
O, 'tis brave wars!
Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with-
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn,
But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.
Commit it, Count.
Second Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell.
Second Lord. Sweet Monsieur Parolles !
Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good sparks and lustrous, 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 sinister cheek; it was this very sword intrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his reports for me.
Second Lord. We shall, noble captain.
Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! [Exeunt Lords.] What will ye do?
Ber. Stay; the king
[Seeing him rise.
Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the list of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.
Ber. And I will do so.
Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword
[Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES.
Laf. Pardon, my lord [Kneeling], for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to stand up.
Laf. Then here's a man stands, that has bought his pardon. I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy ; And that, at my bidding, you could so stand up. King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, And ask'd thee mercy for 't.
Goodfaith, across : But, my good lord, 'tis thus: will you be cur'd
Of your infirmity?
O, will you eat
No grapes, my royal fox? yes, but you will,
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary,
With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch