Enter a Page. Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. [Exit Page. Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court. Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star. Par. Under Mars, I. Hel. I especially think, under Mars. Par. Why under Mars? Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and Parolles. 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram. King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. must needs be born under Mars. Par. When he was predominant. Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight. Par. That's for advantage. Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the safety: But the composition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well. Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, 30 thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and [Exit. use him as he uses thee: so farewell. Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, [Exit. SCENE II. — Paris. A Room in the King's Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING OF FRANCE, with letters; Lords and others attending. 1 Lord. So 'tis reported, sir. Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. now, First try'd our soldiership! He did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long; Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man Ber. His good remembrance, sir, ways say, (Methinks, I hear him now: his plausive words King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it I, after him, do after him wish too, A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; though many of the rich are damned: But, if I may have your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do as we may. Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? Clo. I do beg your good-will in this case. Count. In what case? Cio. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service is no heritage and, I think, I shall never have the blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for, they say, bearns are blessings. Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that the devil drives. Count. Is this all your worship's reason? Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are. Count. May the world know them? Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry, that I may repent. Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness. Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake. Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am a-weary of. He, that ears my land, spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the crop: If I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my friend; ergo, he that kisses my wife, is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage: for young Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both one, they may joll horns together, like any deer i' the herd. Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave? Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth he next way: Which men full true shall find; Your marriage comes by destiny, Your cuckoo sings by kind. Count. Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon. Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you; of her I am to speak. Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would speak with her; Helen I mean. Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy Fond done, done fond, Was this king Priam's joy. With that she sighed as she stood, With that she sighed as she stood, And gave this sentence then; Among nine bad if one be good, Among nine bad if one be good, There's 's yet one good in ten. [Singing. Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah. Clo. One good woman in ten, madam? which is a purifying o'the song: 'Would God would serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson: One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well; a man may draw his heart out, ere he pluck one. Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you? Clo. That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done! - Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wea. the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am going, forsooth; the business is for Helen to come hither. [Exit Clown. Count. Well, now. Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely. Count. Faith, I do her father bequeathed her to me; and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds there is more 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 think, she wished 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 ransome 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 vou, leave me : stall this in your bosom, and I thank As heaven shall work in me for thine avail. you for your honest care: I will speak with you Enter HELENA. Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young: If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; Such were our faults; -or then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now. I am a mother to you. Hel. Mine honourable mistress. Your pardon, noble mistress! Hel. Hel. Do not you love him, madam? Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: Nay, a mother; Hel. That I am not. Pardon, madam; The count Rousillon cannot be my brother: Count. were (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother,) I care no more for, than I do for heaven, God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother, Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross. That truth should be suspected: Speak, is't so? The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, Hel. Madam, I had. Wherefore? tell true. There's something hints, More than my father's skill, which was the greates Of his profession, that his good receipt SCENE I. - Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish. Enter KING, with young Lords, taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants. King. Farewell, young lord, these warlike principles Do not throw from you: -and you, my lord, farewell: Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, 1 Lord. King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart 2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty ! King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; They say, our Freneh lack language to deny, If they demand; beware of being captives, Before you serve. Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewell. Come hither to me. [The KING retires to a couch. 1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark2 Lord. O, '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. 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 body. 1 Lord. Farewell, captain.. 2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Paroiles ! Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men. [Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLles. Enter LAFEU. Laf. Pardon, my lord, [kneeling.] for me and for my tidings. King. I'll fee thee to stand up. But, my good lord, 'tis thus; King. Laf. No. Good faith, across; Will you be cured O, will you eat To give Great Charlemain a pen in his hand Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was My father; in what he did profess, well found. King. I knew him. Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him; Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so: King. Our great self and our credit, to esteem A senseless help, when help past sense we deem. King. I cannot give thee less to be call'd grateful: Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give, As one near death to those that wish him live: But, what at full I know, thou know'st no part; I knowing all my peril, thou no art. Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, From simple sources; and great seas have dried, King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid; Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid: Tax of impudence, · A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, Traduc'd by odious ballads; my maiden's name Sear'd otherwise; no worse of worst extended, With vilest torture let my life be ended. King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth speak; His powerful sound, within an organ weak : In common sense, sense saves another way. Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property But, if I help, what do you promise me? But will you make it even King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of heaven. Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand, What husband in thy power I will command: To choose from forth the royal blood of France; King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd, |