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feeming 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 relinquifh'd of the artifts

Par. So I fay, both of Galen and Paracelfus.
Laf. Of all the learn'd and authentic 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 it were 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: for me, I fpeak in respect

Par. Nay, 'tis ftrange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a moft facinęrious fpirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the Laf. Very hand of heav'n.

Par. Ay, fo I fay.

Laf. In a moft weak

Par. And debile minifter, great power, great tranfcendence; which would indeed give us +*** a farther ufe to be made than alone the recov'ry of the King; as to be

Laf. Generally thankful.

SCENE VI. Enter King, Helena, ana attendants. Par. I would have faid it, you faid well. Here comes the King.

* Unknown, for fpernatural.

+ Two or three words em to have been dropt here, which: appear to have been to this purpose, give us notice, that there is of this] a further uje to be made.

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Laf.

Laf. Luftic, 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. Mort du Vinaigre! is not this Helen?
Laf. 'Fore God, I think fo.

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

And with this healthful hand, whofe 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 forsake.
Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous miftrefs
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 béard.

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 wealthieft, 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 should't 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 Thuns thy love, fhuns all his love in me.
Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly,
And to impartial Love, that god most high,
Do my fighs ftream. Sir, will you hear my fuit ?
1 Lord. And grant it.

Hel.

Hel. Thanks, Sir; all the reft is mute.

Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw Ames-ace for my life.

Hel. The honour, Sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I fpeak, too threat'ningly replies:

[To the fecond Lord. Love makes your fortunes twenty times above Her that fo wishes, and her humble love! 2 Lord. No better, if you please.

Hel. My with 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

[To the third I'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. Thefe 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 son out of my blood.

4 Lord. Fair one, I think not fo.

Laf. There's one grape yet,

[To the fourth.

Par. I am fure thy father drunk wine.-
Laf. But if thou be'ft 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 whilft I live,

Into 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 beseech your In fuch a business give me leave to use

The help of mine own eyes.

King. Know't thou not, Bertram,

What the hath done for me?

Ber. Yes, my good Lord,

[Highness

But never hope to know why I fhould 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 Muft answer for your rifing? I know her well: See had her breeding at my father's charge:

A poor phyfician's daughter my wife Disdain 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,
Would quite confound diftinction, yet ftand off
In differences fo mighty. If fhe be

All that is virtuous, fave what thou diffik' ft
A poor phyfician's daughter, thou dislik'ft
Of virtue for the name: but do not fo. :
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; and, with a name, vileness is fo:
The property by what it is fhould go.
Not by the title, She's good, wife, fair;
In thefe, to nature fhe's immediate heir;
And these breed honour. That is honour's fcorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the fire. Honours beft thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers: the mere word's a flave
Debauch'd on ev'ry tomb, on ev'ry grave;
A lying trophy; as oft is dumb,

Where duft and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones indeed. What fhould be faid?
If thou can't like this creature as a maid,

I can create the réft: virtue and fhe

Is her own dow'r; honour and wealth from me.
Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
King. Thou wrong'ft thyfelf, if thou fhould't ftrive
to chufe.

Hel. That you are well reftor'd, my Lord, I'm glad : Let the reft go

King. My honour's at the ftake; which to defend, I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,

Proud

Proud fcornful boy, unworthy this good gift!
That doth in vile mifprifion dhackle up

My love, and her defert; that canst not dream,
We, poizing us in her defective fcale,

Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
It is in us to plant thine honour, where

We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt:
Obey our will, which travels in thy good;
Believe not thy difdain, but prefently

;

Do thine own fortunes that obedient right,
Which both thy duty owes, and our power claims;
Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
Into the ftaggers, and the careless lapfe
Of youth and ignorance; my revenge and hate
Loofing upon thee in the name of justice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak thine answer.
Ber. Pardon, my gracious Lord; for I fubmit
My fancy to your eyes. When I confider,
What great creation, and what dole of honour
Flies where you bid; I find that the, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most bafe, is now
the prized of the King; who fo ennobled,
Is as 'twere born fo.

King. Take her by the hand,

And tell her, fhe is thine; to whom I promise
A counterpoize; if not in thy eftate,
A balance more replete.

Ber. I take her hand.

King. Good fortune and the favour of the King
Smile upon this contra& ; whofe ceremony
Shall feem expedient on the new-born brief,
And be perform'd to-night; the folemn feaft
Shall more attend upon the coming space.
Expecting abfent friends. As thou lov'st her,
Thy love's to me religious; else does err.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII. Manent Parolles and Lafeu. Laf. Do you hear, Monfieur? a word with you. Par. Your pleafure, Sir?

Laf. Your lord and mafter did well to make his recantation.

Par. Recantation ?-my lord? my master?

Laf.

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