My friends were poor, but honest; fo's my love : Nor would I have him, 'till I do deserve him; h And lack not to lofe ftill: thus, Indian-like, The fun, that looks upon his worshipper, k Wish chaftly, and love dearly, that your Dian Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly, Hel. Madam, I had. Count. Wherefore? tell true. Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I fwear. You know, my father left me fome prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects, fuch as his reading, And manifeft experience, had collected captious and intenible]-capable of receiving, but not of retaining. black not to lofe]-ceafe not to love. k your Dian]-Diana in your perfon. cites]-fhews, proves. For For general fovereignty; and that he will'd me To cure the defperate languishings, whereof Count. This was your motive For Paris, was it? fpeak. Hel. My lord your fon made me to think of this; Had, from the converfation of my thoughts, If Count. But think you, Helen, you should tender your fuppofed aid, He would receive it? He and his physicians Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him, They, that they cannot help: How shall they credit A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, m " Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off The danger to itself? Hel. There's fomething" hints, More than my father's fkill, which was the greatest Shall, for my legacy, be fanctified By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour But give me leave to try fuccefs, I'd venture This well loft life of mine on his grace's cure, By fuch a day, and hour. Count. Doft thou believe't? 1 As notes, &c.]-receipts, wherein more was contain'd than met the Embowell'd of their doctrine,]-Having exhaufted their skill. bints,]-whispers, perfuades me. for my legacy,]-the credit of it. Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly. Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings To those of mine in court; I'll stay at home, [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. The Court of France. Enter the King, with young lords taking leave for the King. Farewel, young lord; these warlike principles And is enough for both. I Lord. 'Tis our hope, fir, After well-enter'd foldiers, to return And find your grace in health. King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confefs, he owes the malady That does my life befiege. Farewel, young lords; Pinto. my heart will not confefs, he owes the malady that does my life befiege.]-will not fubfcribe to the opinion that my disease is mortal; is whole under it. (The 'bated, &c.]-Thofe degenerate ftates, that were formed out of the ruins of the Roman empire. Of Of the last monarchy) fee, that you come 2 Lord. Health at your bidding, serve your majesty ! Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. [The King retires to a couch. will stay behind us! 1 Lord. Oh my fweet lord, that you Par. 'Tis not his fault; the fpark2 Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars! Par. Most admirable: I have feen those wars. U Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with; Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early. Par. An thy mind ftand to it, boy, steal away bravely. W Ber. I fhall ftay here the forehorse to a smock, Creaking my fhoes on the plain masonry, 'Till honour be bought up, and no fword worn, But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll fteal away. I Lord. There's honour in the theft. Par. Commit it, count. 2 Lord. I am your acceffary; and fo farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd body. 1 Lord. Farewel, captain. 2 Lord. Sweet monfieur Parolles! queftant]-adventurer. t you ferve]-you are foldiers. "commanded here, and kept a coil with ;]-confined to the court, and made much ado with; and when I urge a wish to engage in the wars, I am told that I am too young, &c. W forehorfe to a fmock]-under petticoat government. Cc 3 Par. Par. Noble heroes, my fword and yours are kin. Good sparks and luftrous, a word, good metals :-You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one captain Spurio, ' with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his finister cheek; it was this very sword entrench'd it; say to him, I live; and obferve his reports for me. 2 Lord. We fhall, noble captain. Par. Mars doat on you for his novices! what will you do? Ber. Stay; the king Par. Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have reftrain'd yourself within the lift of too cold an adieu: be more expreffive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do mufter true gait, eat, fpeak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be follow'd: after them, and take a more dilated farewel. Ber. And I will do fo. Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most finewy fword-men. [Exeunt. Laf. Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings. Laf. Then here's a man b Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you Had kneel'd my lord, to ask me mercy; and That, at my bidding, you could fo ftand up. y he's cicatriced with. a z entrench'd it;]-made that wound. they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do mufter true gait,]-are ever in the pink of the mode; they do mafter, &c.—they regulate their whole behaviour by the standard of the most prevailing fashion. b brought his pardon.]—a fair apology for his intrufion-bought. |