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thank you for your honest care:-I will speak with you further anon.. [Exit Steward.
Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth: By our remembrances of days forgone,
Such were our faults;-or then we thought them
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
I am a mother to you.
Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
Count. Nay, a mother;
Why not a mother? When I said, a mother, Methought you saw a serpent:-What's in mother, That you start at it? I say, I am your mother; And put you in the catalogue of those
That were enwombed mine:-'Tis often seen,
You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
God's mercy, maiden! Does it curd thy blood,
Count. I say, I am your mother.
The count Rousillon cannot be my brother:
Count. Nor I your mother?
Hel. You are my mother, madam; 'would you
(So that my lord, your son, were not my brother,) Indeed, my mother!-Or were you both our mo
I care no more for, than I do for heaven,
So I were not his sister: Can't no other,
But, I your daughter, he must be my brother? Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-inlaw;
God shield, you mean it not! Daughter, and mother,
Your salt tears' head t. Now to all sense 'tis gross,
That truth should be suspected :-Speak, is't so?
To tell me truly.
Hel. Good mad am, pardon me!
Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress!
Count. Love you my son?
Hel. Do not you love him, madam?
Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, Whereof the world takes note; come, come, disclose The state of your affection; for your passions Have to the full appeach'd.
Hel. Then, I confess,
Here on my knee, before high heaven and you,
I love your son:
My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: Be not offended; for it hurts not him,
That he is loved of me: I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit;
Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him;
The source of your grici.
According to their nature.
The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
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 proved effects, such as his reading, And manifest experience, had collected
For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me
Count. This was your motive
For Paris, was it? Speak.
Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this; Else 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
Hel. There's something hints,
More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified
By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your
But give me leave to try success, I'd venture
Count. Dost thou believe't?
Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love,
Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings
SCENE I.-Paris.-A Room in the KING'S
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,
And is enough for both.
1 Lord. It is our hope, Sir,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
The bravest questant + shrinks, find what you seek,
2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!
King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them;
* i. e. Those excepted who possess modern Italy, the remains of the Roman empire.
+ Seeker, enquirer.
They say our French lack language to deny,
Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
[The King retires to a couch. 1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!
Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark
2 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 fore horse to a smock, Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn,
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 Parolles !
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, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword intrench'd it: say to him, I live; and observe his reports for me.
2 Lord. We shall, noble captain.
Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! [Exeunt Lords.] What will you do?
Ber. Stay; the king
[Seeing him rise.
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,
With a noise, bustle.
+In Shakspeare's time it was usual for gentlemen to dance with swords on.
They are the foremost in the fashion.