> ACT II. SCENE 1.
Paris. The KING"S palace
Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING with divers young LORDS taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM and PAROLLES; ATTENDANTS
KING. Farewell, young lords; these war-like principles Do not throw from you. And you, my lords, farewell; Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, The gift doth stretch itself as "tis receiv"d, And is enough for both.
FIRST LORD. "Tis our hope, sir, After well-ent"red soldiers, to return And find your Grace in health.
KING. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords; Whether I live or die, be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen; let higher Italy- Those bated that inherit but the fall 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 aloud. I say farewell.
SECOND 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. Farewell. [To ATTENDANTS] Come hither to me.
The KING retires attended FIRST LORD. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!
PAROLLES. "Tis not his fault, the spark.
SECOND LORD. O, "tis brave wars!
PAROLLES. Most admirable! I have seen those wars.
BERTRAM. I am commanded here and kept a coil with "Too young" and next year" and "Tis too early."
PAROLLES. An thy mind stand to "t, boy, steal away bravely.
BERTRAM. 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.
FIRST LORD. There"s honour in the theft.
PAROLLES. Commit it, Count.
SECOND LORD. I am your accessary; and so farewell.
BERTRAM. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur"d body.
FIRST LORD. Farewell, Captain.
SECOND LORD. Sweet Monsieur Parolles!
PAROLLES. n.o.ble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good sparks and l.u.s.trous, 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 entrench"d it. Say to him I live; and observe his reports for me.
FIRST LORD. We shall, n.o.ble Captain.
PAROLLES. Mars dote on you for his novices! Exeunt LORDS What will ye do?
Re-enter the KING
BERTRAM. Stay; the King!
PAROLLES. Use a more s.p.a.cious ceremony to the n.o.ble 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 followed. After them, and take a more dilated farewell.
BERTRAM. And I will do so.
PAROLLES. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.
Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES
Enter LAFEU
LAFEU. [Kneeling] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
KING. I"ll fee thee to stand up.
LAFEU. Then here"s a man 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 so stand up.
KING. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, And ask"d thee mercy for"t.
LAFEU. Good faith, across!
But, my good lord, "tis thus: will you be cur"d Of your infirmity?
KING. No.
LAFEU. O, will you eat No grapes, my royal fox? Yes, but you will My n.o.ble grapes, an if my royal fox Could reach them: I have seen a medicine That"s able to breathe life into a stone, Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay, To give great Charlemain a pen in"s hand And write to her a love-line.
KING. What her is this?
LAFEU. Why, Doctor She! My lord, there"s one arriv"d, If you will see her. Now, by my faith and honour, If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance, I have spoke With one that in her s.e.x, her years, profession, Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz"d me more Than I dare blame my weakness. Will you see her, For that is her demand, and know her business?
That done, laugh well at me.
KING. Now, good Lafeu, Bring in the admiration, that we with the May spend our wonder too, or take off thine By wond"ring how thou took"st it.
LAFEU. Nay, I"ll fit you, And not be all day neither. Exit LAFEU KING. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
Re-enter LAFEU with HELENA
LAFEU. Nay, come your ways.
KING. This haste hath wings indeed.
LAFEU. Nay, come your ways; This is his Majesty; say your mind to him.
A traitor you do look like; but such traitors His Majesty seldom fears. I am Cressid"s uncle, That dare leave two together. Fare you well. Exit KING. Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
HELENA. Ay, my good lord.
Gerard de Narbon was my father, In what he did profess, well found.
KING. I knew him.
HELENA. The rather will I spare my praises towards him; Knowing him is enough. On"s bed of death Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one, Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, And of his old experience th" only darling, He bade me store up as a triple eye, Safer than mine own two, more dear. I have so: And, hearing your high Majesty is touch"d With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my dear father"s gift stands chief in power, I come to tender it, and my appliance, With all bound humbleness.
KING. We thank you, maiden; But may not be so credulous of cure, When our most learned doctors leave us, and The congregated college have concluded That labouring art can never ransom nature From her inaidable estate-I say we must not So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope, To prost.i.tute our past-cure malady To empirics; or to dissever so Our great self and our credit to esteem A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.
HELENA. My duty then shall pay me for my pains.
I will no more enforce mine office on you; Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts A modest one to bear me back again.
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.
HELENA. What I can do can do no hurt to try, Since you set up your rest "gainst remedy.
He that of greatest works is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister.
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, When judges have been babes. Great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.
KING. I must not hear thee. Fare thee well, kind maid; Thy pains, not us"d, must by thyself be paid; Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.
HELENA. Inspired merit so by breath is barr"d.
It is not so with Him that all things knows, As "tis with us that square our guess by shows; But most it is presumption in us when The help of heaven we count the act of men.
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent; Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impostor, that proclaim Myself against the level of mine aim; But know I think, and think I know most sure, My art is not past power nor you past cure.
KING. Art thou so confident? Within what s.p.a.ce Hop"st thou my cure?
HELENA. The greatest Grace lending grace.
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring, Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist Hesperus hath quench"d his sleepy lamp, Or four and twenty times the pilot"s gla.s.s Hath told the thievish minutes how they pa.s.s, What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly, Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.
KING. Upon thy certainty and confidence What dar"st thou venture?
HELENA. Tax of impudence, A strumpet"s boldness, a divulged shame, Traduc"d by odious ballads; my maiden"s name Sear"d otherwise; ne 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; And what impossibility would slay In common sense, sense saves another way.
Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate Worth name of life in thee hath estimate: Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all That happiness and prime can happy call.
Thou this to hazard needs must intimate Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.
Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try, That ministers thine own death if I die.
HELENA. If I break time, or flinch in property Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die; And well deserv"d. Not helping, death"s my fee; But, if I help, what do you promise me?
KING. Make thy demand.
HELENA. But will you make it even?
KING. Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven.
HELENA. Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command.