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as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.
Count. Have you, I fay, an answer of fuch fitness for all questions?
Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit any question.
Count. It must be an answer of most monftrous fize that must fit all demands.
Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't: ask me, if I am a courtier, — it shall do you no harm to learn.
Count. To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wifer by your answer. I pray you, fir, are you a courtier ?
Člo. O lord, fir- there's a fimple putting off: more, more, a hundred of them.
Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.
Count. I think, fir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
Clo. O lord, fir
fpare not me.
Count. Do you cry, o lord, fir, at your whipping, and spare not me? indeed, your o lord, fir, is very fequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to a whipping if you were but bound to't.
Clo. I ne'er had worfe luck in my life, in my o lord, fir; I fee, things may ferve long, and not ferve ever.
Count. I play the noble hufwife with the time, to entertain it fo merrily with a fool.
Clo. Ó lord, fir—why, there't ferves well again.
Count. An end, fir; to your business: give Helen this,
Commend me to my kinfmen, and my fon:
Clo. Not much commendation to them.
Count. Not much employment for you; you understand me.
The Court of France.
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.
HEY fay, miracles are paft, and we have our philofophical perfons to make modern and familiar, things fupernatural and caufelefs. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrours, enfconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should fubmit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our later times.
Ber. And fo 'tis.
Laf. To be relinquifh'd of the artists.
Par. So I fay, both of Galen and Paracelfus.
Laf. Of all the learned and authentick fellows.
Par. Right, fo I say.
Laf. That gave him out incurable.
Par. Why, there 'tis, fo fay I too.
Par. Right, as 'twere a man affur'd of an
Laf. Uncertain life; and fure death.
Par. Juft, you fay well: fo would I have faid.
Laf. I may truly fay, it is a novelty to the world.
Par. It is, indeed; if you will have it in showing, you fhall read it in what do you call there—
Laf. A fhowing of a heav'nly effect in an earthly actor.
Par. That's it, I would have faid the very fame.
Laf. Why, your dolphin is not luftier : for me, I speak in respect
Par. Nay, 'tis ftrange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a moft facinerious fpirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the
Laf. Very hand of heav'n.
Par. And debile minifter, great power, great tranfcendence, which should, indeed, give us a further ufe to be made than only the recov'ry of the king, as to be Laf. Generally thankful.
Enter King, Helena, and Attendants.
Par. I would have faid it; you faid well: here comes the king.
Laf. Luftick, as the Dutchman fays: I'll like a maid the better while I have a tooth in my head: why, he's able to lead her a corranto.
Par. Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?
Laf. 'Fore god, I think so.
King. Go, call before me all the lords in court. —
Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's fide;
And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd fense
Enter three or four lords.
Fair maid, fend forth thine eye; this youthful parcel
O'er whom both fov'reign power and father's voice
Thou haft power to choose, and they none to forfake.
Laf. I'd give bay curtal,and his furniture,
King. Perufe them well:
Not one of thofe but had a noble father.
[be addreffes berfelf to a lord.
All. We understand it, and thank heav'n for you.
King. Make choice, and, fee,
Who fhuns thy love, fhuns all his love in me.
Hel. Now, Dian,
Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw ames-ace for my life.
Hel. The honour, fir, that flames in your fair eyes,
Before I speak, too threat'ningly replies:
Which great love grant! and so I take my leave.
Laf. Do all they deny her? if they were fons of mine, I'd have them whipp'd, or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of.
Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take,
I'll never do you wrong for your own fake:
Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none of her: fure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got 'em. Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good
[to the fourth.
To make yourself a fon out of my blood.
4 Lord. Fair one, I think not fo.
[to the third lord.
Par. There's one grape yet, I am sure, thy father drunk wine. Laf. But if thou be'ft not an afs, I am a youth of fourteen: I have known thee already.
Hel. I dare not fay I take you, but I give
Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
Into your guiding power: this is the man. [to Bertram.
King. Know'st thou not, Bertram,
Ber. Yes, my good lord,
But never hope to know why I fhould marry her.
King. Thou know'ft, fhe rais'd me from my fickly bed.
But title thou difdain'ft in her; the which