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owing her, than is paid ; and more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.

Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than, I thiuk, she wish'd me: alone she was, and did communicate to herself, her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son : Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level ; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or ransom afterward: This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in : which I held my duty, speedily to acquaint you withal ; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it.

Count You have discharged this honestly; keep it to yourself, many likelihoods informed me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray you, leave me: stall this in your bosom, and I thank you for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon.

[Exit Steward.
Enter HELENA.
Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young:

Il we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong :

Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
It is the shew and seal of nature's truth,
Where love's strong passion is impress'd in south:
By our remembrances of days foregone,
Such were our faults ;-or then we thought them none.
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
Hel. What is your pleasure madam ?
Count.

You know, Helen,
I am a mother to you.

Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
Count.

Nay, a mother ;
Why not a mother? When I said, a mother,
Methought you saw a serpent : What's in mother,
That you start at it? I say, I am your mother;
And put you in the catalogue of those,
That were enwombed mine: 'Tis often seen,
Adoption strives with nature ; and choice breeds
A native alip to us from foreign seeds
You ne'er oppress'd me with

a mother's groan;
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ENDS WELL.
Veread the world takes note: come, come, disclose
The state of your affection ; for your passions
Bure to the full appeach'd.

Then, I confess,
Time on my knee, before high Heaven and you,
That before you, and next unto high Heaven,
Ilore at 400:-
My friends were poor, but honest; so 's my lore:
Beneteided for it hurts not him,
That he is loved of me: I follow him not

say tokes of presumptuous suit;
Sie would have him, till I do deserve him;
Tet beter know how that desert should be.
Ilus Ilore in vain, strive against hope ;
Tay in this captious and intenible sieve,
li pror in the waters of my love,
kad laek eot to lose still: thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The se, that looks upon his worshipper,
Bet knørs of bim no more. My dearest madam,
Let not your late encounter with my love,
Fur Worlag where you do: but, if yourself,
Where iged honour cites a virtuous youth,
Did eter, in so true a fame of liking,
Wah chastels, and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and lore; Othen, give pity
To her, whose state is such, that cannot chcoce
But lead and gire, where she is sure to lose ;
That seeks not to And that her search implies,
But

, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.
Count
. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly,

Madam, I had.
Count.

Wherefore, tell true
lel

. I will tell truth; bs grace itself, I swear. You know, my father left

me some prescriptions
Of rare and proved effects,

such as his reading,
And manifest experience, had collected
Par general sovereignty, and that he will'd me
In heedfullest reservation to bestow them,
As notes, whose faculties inclusive were,
More than they were in note: amongst the rest,
There is a remedy, approved, set down,
To cure the desperate languishes, whereof
Count.

This was your motive
Por Paris, was it? speak.
Hd. My lord your son made me to think of this ;

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Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose
The state of your affection ; for your passions
Have to the full appeach'd.
Hel.

Then, I confess,
Here on my knee, before high Heaven and you,
That before you, and next unto high Heaven,
I love your son :-
My friends were poor, but honest; so 's my lore:
Be not offended for it hurts not him,
That he is loved of me: I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit;
Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him ;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I love in vain, strive against hope ;
Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve,
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love,
For loving where you do: but, if yourself,
Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever, in so true a flame of liking,
Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and love; O then, give pity
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
But lend and give, where she is sure to lose ;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.

Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly,
To go to Paris ?
Hel.

Madam, I had.
Count.

Wherefore, tell true.
Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear.
You know, my father left me some prescriptions
of rare and proved effects, such as his reading,
And manifest experience, had collected
Por general sovereignty, and that he will'd me
In heedfullest reservation to bestow them,
As notes, whose faculties inclusive were,
More than they were in note: amongst the rest,
There is a remedy, approved, set down,
To cure the desperate languishes, whereof
The king is render'd lost.

Count.
For Paris, was it? speak.

Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this ;

This was your motive

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Whether I live or die, be you th song
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy
(Those 'bated that inherit but the fall
or 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 same may cry you loud : 1 say, farewell.
2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!

King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them;
They say, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you serye.
Both,

Our hearts receive your warnings.
King. Farewell.-Come hither to me.

(The King retires to a couch.)
| Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind
Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark

(us !
2 Lord.

O, 'tis brave wars!
Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars.

Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coll with;
Too young, and the next year, mod 'tis too early.

Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away bravely.

Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
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.

1 Lord. There's honour in the theft.
Par.

Commit it, count.
2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell.
Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured
1 Lord. Farewell, captain.

[body.
2 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.
2 Lord. We shall, noble captain.

Par. Mərs dote on you for his novices !
Lords.)-What will you do?

Ber. Stay; the king-
Par. Use a more specious 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 uuder the

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