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Laf. [Returns.] Nay, come your ways.
[Bringing in Helena. King. This haste hath wings, indeed.
Laf. Nay, come your ways,
well. [Exit. King. Now, fair One, do's your business follow us ?
Hel. Ay, my good Lord.
King. I knew him.
Hel. The rather will I spare my praise towards him;
King. We thank you, maiden ;
empericks; or to diffever so
self and our credit, to esteem
Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains ;
King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful;
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd :
King. Art thou so confident? within what space.
Hel. The greatest grace lending grace,
What is infirm from your sound parts shall Ay,
King: Upon thy certainty and confidence,
Hel. Tax of impudence,
Hel. If I break time, or Alinch in property
(9) Touth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all, &c.] This Verse is too hort by a Foot ; and apparently some Disfyllable is drop'd out by Mischance. Mr. Warburton concurrid with me in Conje&ure to supply the Verse thus :
Touth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all, &c.
-If she be
King. (10) Make thy demand.
Hel. Then Malt thou give me, with thy kingly hand,
King. Here is my hand, the premises observ'd, Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd : So, make the choice of thine own time ; for I, Thy resolv'd Patient, on thee ftill rely. More should I question thee, and more I must; (Tho' more to know, could not be more to trust :) From whence thou cam'ft, how tended on, but reft Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted bleft. Give me some help here, hoa! if thou proceed As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.
Cheight of your breeding
SCENE changes to Roufillon.
Enter Countess and Clown. Count. NOME on, Sir; I shall now put you to the
. Clown. I wilī thew my self highly fed, and lowly taught ; I know, my business is but to the court. (10) King. Make thy Demand.
Hel. But will you make it even ?
King. Ay, by my Scepter and my hopes of help.] The King could have but a very night Hope of Help from her, scarce enough to swear by: and therefore Helen might suspect, he meant to equivocate with her. Besides, observe, the greatest Part of the Scene is ftri&tly in Rhyme: and there is no shadow of Reason why it should be interrupted here. I rather imagine, the Poet wrote ; Ay, by my Scepter, and my Hopes of Heaven, Dr. Thirlby.
Count. But to the court? why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt; but to the court !
Clo. Truly, Madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he inay easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap ; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precilely, were not for the court: but for me, I have an answer will serve all men.
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions.
Cle. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock.
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions?
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffaty punk, as Tib's ruth for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuef day, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; náy, as the pudding to his skin.
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions?
Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your conllable, it will fit any question.
Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, that must fit all demands.
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned Thould speak truth of it : here it is, and all that belongs to't. Ask me, if I am a courtier ;
-it shall do you no harm to learn.
Count. To be young again, if we could : I will be a fool in a question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, Sir, are you a courtier ?
Clo. O lord, Sir there's a simple putting off : more, more, a hundred of them. Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours,
that loves you. Clo..O lord, Siro-thic's, thick, spare not me.