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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE I. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish. Enter King, attended; divers young Lords, note taking leave for the Florentine War; Bertram, and Parolles.

Kin.
Farewel, young lords; these warlike principles
Do not throw from you:—and you, my lords, farewel:—
Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all,
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
And is enough for both.

1. L.
'Tis our hope, sir,
After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
And find your grace in health.

Kin.
No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
Will not confess, he owes the malady
That doth my life besiege. Farewel, young lords;
Whether I live, or dye, be you the sons
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy14Q0385
(Those bated, that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy) see, that you come

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Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
The bravest questant shrinks note, find what you seek,
That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewel.

1. L.
Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!

Kin.
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.

1. 2.
Our hearts receive your warnings.

Kin.
Farewel.—Come hither to me.
[retires to a Couch; Attendants leading him.

1. L.
O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!

Par.
'Tis not his fault; the spark—

2. L.
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't, 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,
But one to dance with&dotup; By heaven, I'll steal away.

1. L.

There's honour in the theft.

Par.

Commit it, count.

2. L.

I am your accessary; and so farewel.

Ber.

I grow to you, and our parting is a torture. note

1. L.

Farewel, captain.

2. L.

Sweet monsieur Parolles,—

Par.

Noble heroes, my sword and yours [measuring Swords with them.] 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 note

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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 note.

1. L.

We shall, noble captain.

Par.

Mars doat on you for his novices! [Exeunt Lords. note What will you do?

[to Bertram.

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, there do muster true gate, note eat, speak, and move note 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 farewel.

Ber.

And I will do so.

Par.

Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.

[Exeunt Bertram, and Parolles. Enter Lafeu, hastily.

Laf.
Pardon, my lord,14Q0386 for me and for my tidings!

Kin.
I'll fee thee to stand up.

Laf.
Then here's a man
Stands, that has brought note his pardon. I would, you
Had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy; and
That, at my bidding, you could so stand up.

Kin.
I would, I had; so I had broke thy pate,
And ask'd thee mercy for't.

Laf.
Good faith, across.
But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd
Of your infirmity?

Kin.
No.

Laf.
O, will you eat

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No grapes, my royal fox? yes, but you will,
My noble grapes, an if my royal fox
Could reach them: I have seen a medecine,
That's able to breath life into a stone;
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
With sprightly fire and motion; whose simple touch
Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay,
And give note great Charlemain a pen in his hand,
To write note to her a love-line.

Kin.
What her is this?

Laf.
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 note my thoughts
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
With one, that, in her sex, 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.

Kin.
Now, good Lafeu,
Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
May spend our wonder too, or take off thine,
By wond'ring how thou took'st it.

Laf.
Nay, I'll fit you,
And not be all day neither.
[Exit Lafeu.

Kin.
Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.

Laf. [entering]
Nay, come your ways.
Re-enter Lafeu, with Helena.

Kin.
This haste hath wings indeed.

Laf.
Nay, come your ways;
This is his majesty, say your mind to him:
A traitor you do look like; but such traitors

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His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together; fare you well. [Exit Lafeu. Attendants retire.

Kin.
Now, fair one, does your business follow us?

Hel.
Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was my father;
In what he did profess, well found.

Kin.
I knew him.

Hel.
The rather will I spare my praises towards him;
Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death
Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one,
Which, as the dearest issue of his practice,
And of his old experience the only darling,
He bad 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.

Kin.
We thank you, maiden;
But may not be so credulous of cure,—
When our most learned doctors leave us; and
The congregated colledge 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 prostitute our past-cure malady
To émpericks; or to dissever so
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.

Hel.
My duty then shall pay me for my pains:
I will no more enforce mine office note on you;

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Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts
A modest one, to bear me back again.

Kin.
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,
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 flown14Q0387
From simple sources; and great seas have dry'd,
When miracles have by the greatest been deny'd.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits,
Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits. note

Kin.
I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;
Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be pay'd:
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.

Hel.
Inspired merit so by breath is bar'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 imposture, note note 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.

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Kin.
Art thou so confident? Within what space
Hop'st thou my cure?

Hel.
The great'st 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 note lamp;
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass;
What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
Health shall live free, and sickness freely dye.

Kin.
Upon thy certainty and confidence,
What dar'st thou venture?

Hel.
Tax of impudence,14Q0388
A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame,
Traduc'd by odious ballads, my maiden's name
Sear'd otherwise; or, worse to worst note extended,
With vilest torture let my life be ended.

Kin.
Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth speak;
His powerful sound, within an note 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, virtue, all
That happiness, and prime, can happy call:
Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate.
Sweet practiser, thy physick I will try;
That ministers thine own death, if I dye.

Hel.
If I break time, or flinch in property
Of what I spoke, unpity'd let me dye;

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And well deserv'd: Not helping, death's my fee;
But, if I help, what do you promise me?

Kin.
Make thy demand.

Hel.
But will you make it even?

Kin.
Ay, by my scepter, and my hopes of heaven. note

Hel.
Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand,
What husband in thy power I will command:
Exempted be from me the arrogance,
To choose from forth the royal blood of France;
My low and humble name to propagate
With any branch or image of thy state:
But such a one, thy vassal; whom I know
Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.

Kin.
Here is my hand; the premises observ'd,
Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd:
So make the choice of thy own note time; for I,
Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
More should I question thee, and more I must;
Though, more to know, could not be more to trust;
From whence thou cam'st, how tended on,—But rest
Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest.—
Give me some help here, ho!—If thou proceed
As hig has note word, my deed shall match thy deed.
[Exeunt.

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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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