Count. I think, Sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. Clo. O lord, Sirnay, put me to't, I warrant you. Count. You were lately whip'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- -O lord, Sir; I fee, things may ferve long, but not ferve ever. 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 anfwer back. Commend me to my kinfmen, and my fon: Clo. Not much commendation to them? Count. Not much imployment for you, you underftand me. Ch. Moft fruitfully, I am there before my legs... [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Court of France. Laf [11) Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. HEY 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 Philosophical Perfons to make modern and familiar things supernatural 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 range and preternatural Phanomena familiar, and reduceable to Cause and Reafon. Hence Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors; enfconfing our felves into seeming knowledge, when we should fubmit our felves 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. 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- Par. Juft, you fay well: fo would I have faid. 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 refpect Par. Nay, 'tis ftrange, 'tis very ftrange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a moft facinerious fpirit, that will not acknowledge it to be theLaf. Very hand of heav'n. Par. Ay, fo I fay. Laf. In a moft weak Par. And debile minifter, great power, great tran fcendence; which should, indeed, give us a farther ufe 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. B 5 Par. Par. Mort du Vinaigre! is not this Helen? King. Go, call before me all the Lords in court. And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense 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 O'er whom both fov'reign power and father's voice Thou haft power to chufe, and they none to forfake. King. Perufe them well: Not one of those, but had a noble father. [She addreffes her felf 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 Majesty, I have done already: "We blufh that thou fhould't chufe, but be refus'd; King. Make choice, and fee, Who Thuns thy love, fhuns all his love in me. fuit? all the rett is mute. 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 Hel. My with receive, Which great Love grant! and so 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, 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. 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. (12) 4 Lord. Fair One, I think not so. Laf. There's one Grape yet, I am fure my Father drunk Wine: but if Thou beet not an Afs, I am a Youth of fourteen: I have known thee already.] Surely, this is moft incongruent Stuff. Lafen is angry with the other Noblemen, for giving Helen 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. Asl have divided the Speech, I think, Clearness and Humour are restor❜d.' And if Parolles were not a little pert and impertinent here to Lafen, why fhould he fay, he had found him out already? Or why should he quarrel with him in the very next Scene? Into 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 High nefs, 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 fhould marry her. Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down Difdain fick 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, (13) From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, Where great addition fwells, and virtue none, Is good without a name. Vilenefs is fo: The property by what it is fhould go, Not by the title. She is young, wife, fair; (13) From lowest 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 ealy Correction, which I have given, was prescribed to me by the ingenious Dr. Thirlby, And |