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My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love :
Be not offended; for it hurts not him,
That he is lov'd of me: I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous fuit ;
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 8 captious and intenible sieve,
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And "lack not to lose ftill: thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore

The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
. But knows of him no more. My deareft 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 fame of liking,
Wish chastly, and love dearly, that * your Dian
Was both herself and love ; O then, give pity

To her, whose state is such, that cannot chuse · 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 prov'd effects, such as his reading,
And manifest experience, had collected

& captious and intenible)-capable of receiving, but not of retaining. he lack not to lose]-cease not to love. i cites]-hews, proves. k your Dian]—Diana in your person.

For

For general sovereignty; and that he willid 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, approv'd, set down,
To cure the desperate languishings, whereof
The king is render'd loft.

Count. This was your motive
For Paris, was it ? speak.

Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this;
Elle Paris, and the medicine, and the king,
Had, from the conversation of my thoughts,
Haply, been absent then.

Count. But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed 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,
* Embowelld of their doctrine, have left off
The danger to itself?

Hel. There's something " hints,
- More than my father's skill, which was the greatest
Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall, o for my legacy, be sanctified
By the luckiest stars in heaven : and, would your honour
But give me leave to try success, I'd venture
This well lost life of mine on his grace's cure,
By such a day, and hour.

Count. Dost thou believe't ?

· As notes, &c.]-receipts, wherein more was contain'd than met the eye.

m Embowelld of their doctrine, ]-Having exhausted their skill.
* hints,]-whispers, persuades me.
for my legacy,)--the credit of it.
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Hel.

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, And pray God's blessing Pupon thy attempt : Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. [Exeunt.

A CT II. SCENE I.

The Court of France.
Enter the King, with young lords taking leave for the
Florentine war. Bertram and Parolles.

Flourish cornets.
King. Farewel, young lord; these warlike principles
Do not throw from you :--and you, my lord, farewel :-
Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all,
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
And is enough for both.

i Lord. 'Tis our hope, sir,
After well-enter'd foldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.

King. No, no, it cannot be ; and yet a my heart
Will not confess, he owes the malady
That does my life besiege. Farewel, young lords ;
Whether I live or die, be you the fons
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy
* (Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall

p into.

9 my heart will not confess, he owes the malady that does my life bepiege. ]—will not subscribe to the opinion that my disease is mortal ; is wliole under it.

(Thce 'bated, &c.]—Those degenerate states, that were formed out of the ruins of the Roman empire..

Of

come

of 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 fame may cry you loud: I say, farewel.

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 serve.

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

(The King retires to a couch.
i Lord. Oh my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!
Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark-
2 Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars !
Per. Most admirable : I have seen those wars.

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

Par. An thy mind Itand 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.

i Lord. There's honour in the theft.
Par. Commit it, count.
2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewel.
Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is * a tortur'd body.
I Lord. Farewel, captain.
2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles !

s queftant]-adventurer.

you serve)-you are soldiers. o 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 forehorse to a smock]-under petticoat government.
* a tortur'd body. ]- like tearing a limb from the body,

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Par.

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, y with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword ? entrench'd it ; say to him, I live; and observe his reports for me,

2 Lord. We shall, noble captain.

Par. Mars doat on you for his novices ! what will you do?

Ber. Stay; the king

Par. Use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lords; you have restrain'd 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 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 so.

Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.

[Exeunt.
Enter Lafeu. (Lafeu kneels.
Laf. Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
King. I'll fee thee to stand up.

Laf. Then here's a man
Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you
Had kneeld my lord, to ask me mercy; and
That, at my bidding, you could fo stand up..

y he's cicatriced with. z entrench'd it;]—made that wound.

a they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do mufter true gait,]-are ever in the pink of the mode; they do master, &c.—they regulate their whole behaviour by the standard of the most prevailing. fashion.

o brought his pardon.-a fair apology for his intrusion-bought.

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