feeming knowledge, when we fhould fubmit ourselves. to an unknown * fear.

Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath fhot out in our later times.

Ber. And fo 'tis.

Laf. To be relinquifh'd of the artists

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 hall 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 refpect

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

Par. Ay, fo I say.

Laf. In a most weak

Par. And debile minifter, great power, great tranfcendence; which would indeed give us +*** a farther use 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 fupernatural.

+ Two or hree words feem to have been dropt here, which appear to have been to this purpofe, give us [notice, that there is of this] a farther uje to be made,

D 3

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 banifh'd fenfe 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 use; thy frank election make;

Thou haft power to chufe, and they none to forfake.
Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
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 beard.

King. Perufe them well:

Not one of thofe but had a noble father.

[She addreffes herself to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen, heaven hath, through me, restor'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 Majefty, I have done already:
'The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,

We blush that thou fhould'ft 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 fhuns 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!
I 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 speak, 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 wifh 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. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none of her; fure they are bastards 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. 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'st 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 whilst 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 befeech your In fuch a business 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,

[Highness

But never hope to know why I fhould marry her.

King. Thou know'lt, 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!Difdain Rather corrupt me ever!

King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'ft in her, the which
I can build up: strange is it, that our bloods,
Of colour weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Would quite confound diftinction, yet stand off
In differences fo mighty. If the be

All that is virtuous, fave what thou dislik'st
A poor phyfician's daughter, thou diflik't
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 these, to nature she'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 reft: 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 should'it 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 stake; which to defend, I muit produce my power. Here, take her hand,

Proud

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

My love, and her defert; that canft not dream,
We, poizing us in her defective scale,

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 consider,
What great creation, and what dole of honour
Flies where you bid; I find that fhe, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, 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 estate,
A balance more replete.

Ber. I take her hand.

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

[Exeunt.

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

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

Par. Recantation ?-my lord? my master?

Laf.