Nor would I have him, 'till I do deferve him,
Yet never know how that Defert fhould be:
I know I love in vain, ftrive against Hope;
Yet in this captious and intenible Sive,
I ftill pour in the Water of my Love,
And lack not to lofe ftill; thus Indian like,
Religious in mine Error, I adore

The Sun that looks upon the Worshipper,
But knows of him no more. My dearest Madam,
Let not your Hate incounter with my Love,
For loving where you do; but if your self,
Whofe aged Honour cites a virtuous Youth,
Did ever in fo true a Flame of Loving,
With chaftly, and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both her felf and Love; O then give pity
To her whofe State is fuch, that cannot chufe
But lend and give where fhe is fure to lofe;
That feeks not to find that, which Search implies,
But Riddle like, lives fweetly where he 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 true, by Grace it felf I swear ;
You know my Father left me fome Prescriptions
Of rare and prov'd Effects, fuch as his Reading
And manifeft Experience had collected

For general Sovereignty; and that he will'd me
In heedfull' Refervation to bestow them,
As Notes, whofe Faculties inclufive were,
More than they were in note: Amongst the reft,
There is a Remedy, approv'd, fet down,
To cure the defperate Languifhings whereof

The King is render'd loft.

Count. This was your Motive for Paris, was it, fpeak? Hel. My Lord, your Son made me to think of this; Elfe Paris, and the Medicine, and the King,

Had from the Converfation of my Thoughts,

Happily been abfent then.

Count. But think you, Hellen,

If you should tender your fuppofed Aid,

He

He would receive it? He and his Phyficians
Are of one Mind; he, that they cannot help him:
They, that they cannot help. How fhall they credit
A poor unlearned Virgin, when the Schools,
Embowell'd of their Doctrine, have left off
The Danger to it felf?

Hel. There's fomething in't

More than my Father's Skill, which was the great'st
Of his Profeffion, that his good Receipt

Shall for my Legacy be fanctified

By th' luckieft Stars in Heav'n'; and would your Honour But give me leave, for the fuccefs I'd venture

The well loft Life of mine, on his Grace's Cure,

By fuch a Day and Hour,

Count. Do'st thou believe't?

Hel. Ay, Midam, knowingly.

Count. Why, Hellen, thou shalt have my Leave and Love Means and Attendants, and my loving Greetings To thofe of mine in Court. I'll ftay at home, And pray God's Bleffing unto thy Attempt: Be gone to Morrow, and be fure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.

ACT II.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

Enter the King with divers young Lords, taking leave for the Florentine War. Bertrain and Parolles. Flourish Cornets.

King. Farewel, young Lords: These warlike Principles

Do not throw from you; and you, my Lords,

farewel;

Share the Advice betwixt you. If both gain, a'l
The Gift doth ftretch it felf as 'tis receiv'd,

And is enough for both.

I Lord. 'Tis our Hope, Sir,

After well entered Soldiers, 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

That doth my Life befiege; farewel, young Lords,
Whether I live or die, be you the Sons

Of worthy French Men; let higher Italy,
Those bated that inherit but the Fall
Of the laft Monarchy, fee that you come
Not to woo Honour, but to wed it, when
The braveft Queftion fhrinks; find what you feek,
That Fame may cry you loud: I fay, farewel.

I Lord. Health at your bidding ferve your Majefty.
King. Thofe Girls of Italy, take heed of them;
They fay our French lack Language to deny
If they demand: Beware of being Captives,
Before you ferve.

Both. Our Hearts receive your Warnings.
King. Farewel. Come hither to me.

I Lord. Oh, my fweet Lord, that you will stay behind us
Par. 'Tis not his Fault, the Spark

2 Lord. Oh 'tis brave Wars.

Par. 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. And thy Mind ftand to it, Boy;

Steal away bravely.

Ber. I ftay here the Forehorfe to a Smock,
Creeking my Shooes on the plain Masonry,
'Till Honour be bought up, and no Sword worn
But one to dance with: By Heav'n I'll fteal away.
I Lord. There's Honour in the Theft.

Par. Commit it, Count.

2 Lord. I am acceffary, and fo farewel.

Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd Body. I Lord. Farewel, Captain.

2 Lord. Sweet Monfieur Parolles.

Par. Noble Heroes, my Sword and yours are kin; good Sparks and luftrous; aWord, good Metals. You fhall find in the Regiment of Spinii, one Captain Spurio his Cicatrice, with an Emblem of War here on his finifter Cheek; it was this very Sword entrench'd it ; fay to him, I live, and ob ferve his Reports of me.

1 Lord. We shall, noble Captai.

Par. Mars doat on you for his Novices; what will ye do?

Ber.

Ber. Stay; the King. Par. Ule a more fpacious Ceremony to the noble Lords, you have reftrain'd your felf within the Lift of too cold an Adieu; be more expreffive to them, for they wear themfelves in the Cap of the Time, there do mufter true Gate, eat, fpeak, and move under the Influence of the moft receiv'd Star, and tho' the Devil lead the Meafure, fuch 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 moft finewy

Sword-men.

Enter Lafeu

[Exeunt.

Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my Tidings.
King. I'll fee thee to ftand up.

(Pardon.

Laf. Then here's a Man ftands that hath brought his

I would you had kneel'd, my Lord, to ask me Mercy, And that at my bidding you could fo ftand up.

King. I would I had, fo I had broke thy Pate,

And ask'd thee Mercy for't.

Lef. Goodfaith a Crofs, but, my good Lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd of your Infirmity?

King. No.

Laf. O will you eat no Grapes, my Royal Fox? Yes, but you will, my noble Grapes, and if

My Royal Fox could reach them: I have feen a Medicine

That's able to break Life into a Stone,

Quicken a Rock, and make you dance Canary

With sprightly Fire and Motion, whofe fimple Touch
Is powerful to araife King Pippen, nay,

To give great Charlemain a Pen in's Hand,

And write to her a Love-line.

If

King. What her is this?

Laf. Why Doctor She: My Lord, there's one arriv❜d, you will fee her Now, by my Faiith and Honour,

If feriously I may convey my Thoughts

In this my light Deliverance, I have spoke

With one, that in her Sex, her Years, Profeffion,
Wisdom and Conftancy, hath amaz'd me more
Than I dare blame my Weakaefs: Will you fee her?
For that is her Demand, and know her Bufinefs?
That done, laugh, well at me.

U 4

King

King. Now, good Lafen,

Bring in the Admiration, that we with thee
May spend our Wonder too, or take off thine,
By wondring how thou took'ft it.

Laf. Nay, I'll fit

you,

And not be all Day neither.

King. Thus he his special nothing ever Prologues.
Laf. Nay, come your ways.

King. This hafte hath Wings indeed.

Laf. Nay, come your ways,

[Bringing in Helena

This is his Majefty, fay your Mind to him;
A Traitor you do look like, but fuch Traitors
His Majefty feldom fears; I am Creffed's Uncle,'
That dare leave two together; fare you well.

[Exit.

King. Now, fair one, do's your Bufinefs follow us?
Hel. Ay, my good Lord.

Gerard de Narbon was my Father,

In what he did profefs, well found.

King. I knew him.

Hel. The rather will I fpare my Praises towards him, Knowing him is enough: On's Bed of Death

Many Receipts he gave me, namely one,

Which as the deareft Iffue of his Practice,
And of his old Experience, th' only Darling,
He bad me ftore up, as a Triple-Eye,

Safer than mine own two: More dear I have fo;
And hearing your high Majefty is touch'd
With that malignant Caufe, wherein the Honour
Of my dear Father's Gift ftands chief in Power,
I come to tender it, and my Appliance,
With all bound Humbleness.

King. We thank you, Maiden;
But may not be fo credulous of Cure,

When our moft learned Doctors leave us, and
The congregated Colledge have concluded,
That labouring At can never ransome Nature
From her unaidable Eftate: I fay, we must not
So ftain our Judgmeut, or corrupt our Hope,
To proftitute our paft-cure Malady
To Emperick, or to diffever fo

Our