893Ol. Laf They say miracles are past, and we haue our

894Philosophicall persons, to make moderne and familiar

895things supernaturall and causelesse. Hence is it, that we

896make trifles of terrours, ensconcing our selues into see-

897ming knowledge, when we should submit our selues to

898an vnknowne feare.

899Par Why 'tis the rarest argument of wonder, that

900hath shot out in our latter times.

901Ros And so 'tis.

902Ol. Laf To be relinquisht of the Artists.

903Par So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus

904Ol. Laf Of all the learned and authenticke fellowes.

905Par Right so I say.

906Ol. Laf That gaue him out incureable.

907Par Why there 'tis, so say I too.

908Ol. Laf Not to be help'd.

909Par Right, as 'twere a man assur'd of a------

910Ol. Laf Vncertaine life, and sure death.

911Par Iust, you say well: so would I haue said.

912Ol. Laf I may truly say, it is a noueltie to the world.

913Par It is indeede if you will haue it in shewing, you

914shall reade it in what do ye call there.

915Ol. Laf A shewing of a heauenly effect in an earth-

916ly Actor.

917Par That's it, I would haue said, the verie same.

918Ol. Laf Why your Dolphin is not lustier: fore mee

919I speake in respect---

920Par Nay 'tis strange, 'tis very straunge, that is the

921breefe and the tedious of it, and he's of a most facineri-

922ous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be the---

923Ol.Laf Very hand of heauen.

924Par I, so I say.

925Ol.Laf In a most weake---

926Par And debile minister great power, great tran-

927cendence, which should indeede giue vs a further vse to

928be made, then alone the recou'ry of the king, as to bee

929Old Laf Generally thankfull.

931Par I would haue said it, you say well: heere comes

932the King.

933Ol. Laf Lustique, as the Dutchman saies: Ile like a

934maide the Better whil'st I haue a tooth in my head: why

935he's able to leade her a Carranto.

936Par Mor du vinager is not this Helen

937Ol. Laf Fore God I thinke so.

938King Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court,

939Sit my preseruer by thy patients side,

940And with this healthfull hand whose banisht sence

941Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receyue

942The confirmation of my promis'd guift,

943Which but attends thy naming.

945Faire Maide send forth thine eye, this youthfull parcell

946Of Noble Batchellors, stand at my bestowing,

947Ore whom both Soueraigne power, and fathers voice

948I haue to vse; thy franke election make,

949Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.

950Hel To each of you, one faire and vertuous Mistris;

951Fall when loue please, marry to each but one.

952Old Laf I'de giue bay curtall, and his furniture

953My mouth no more were broken then these boyes,

954And writ as little beard.

955King Peruse them well:

956Not one of those, but had a Noble father.

958Hel Gentlemen, heauen hath through me, restor'd

959the king to health.

960All We vnderstand it, and thanke heauen for you.

961Hel I am a simple Maide, and therein wealthiest

962That I protest, I simply am a Maide:

963Please it your Maiestie, I haue done already:

964The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee,

965We blush that thou shouldst choose, but be refused;

966Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer,

967Wee'l nere come there againe.

968King Make choise and see,

969Who shuns thy loue, shuns all his loue in mee.

970Hel Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly,

971And to imperiall loue, that God most high

972Do my sighes streame: Sir, wil you heare my suite?

9731. Lo And grant it.

974Hel Thankes sir, all the rest is mute.

975Ol. Laf I had rather be in this choise, then throw

976Ames-ace for my life.

977Hel The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes,

978Before I speake too threatningly replies:

979Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue

980Her that so vvishes, and her humble loue.

9812. Lo No better if you please.

982Hel My wish receiue,

983Which great loue grant, and so I take my leaue.

984Ol. Laf Do all they denie her? And they were sons

985of mine, I'de haue them whip'd, or I would send them

986to'th Turke to make Eunuches of.

987Hel Be not afraid that I your hand should take,

988Ile neuer do you wrong for your owne sake:

989Blessing vpon your vowes, and in your bed

990Finde fairer fortune, if you euer wed.

991Old Laf These boyes are boyes of Ice, they'le none

992haue heere: sure they are bastards to the English, the

993French nere got em.

994La You are too young, too happie, and too good

995To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood.

9964.Lord Faire one, I thinke not so.

997Ol. Lord There's one grape yet, I am sure thy father

998drunke wine. But if thou be'st not an asse, I am a youth

999of fourteene: I haue knowne thee already.

1000Hel I dare not say I take you, but I giue

1001Me and my seruice, euer whilst I liue

1002Into your guiding power: This is the man.

1003King Why then young Bertram take her shee's thy

1004wife.

1005Ber My wife my Leige? I shal beseech your highnes

1006In such a busines, giue me leaue to vse

1007The helpe of mine owne eies.

1008King Know'st thou not Bertram what shee ha's

1009done for mee?

1010Ber Yes my good Lord, but neuer hope to know

1011why I should marrie her.

1012King Thou know'st shee ha's rais'd me from my sick-

1013ly bed.

1014Ber But followes it my Lord, to bring me downe

1015Must answer for your raising? I knowe her well:

1016Shee had her breeding at my fathers charge:

1017A poore Physitians daughter my wife? Disdaine

1018Rather corrupt me euer.

1019King Tis onely title thou disdainst in her, the which

1020I can build vp: strange is it that our bloods

1021Of colour, waight, and heat, pour'd all together,

1022Would quite confound distinction: yet stands off

1023In differences so mightie. If she bee

1024All that is vertuous (saue what thou dislik'st)

1025A poore Phisitians daughter, thou dislik'st

1026Of vertue for the name: but doe not so:

1027From lowest place, whence vertuous things proceed,

1028The place is dignified by th' doers deede.

1029Where great additions swell's, and vertue none,

1030It is a dropsied honour. Good alone,

1031Is good without a name? Vilenesse is so:

1032The propertie by what is is, should go,

1033Not by the title. Shee is young, wise, faire,

1034In these, to Nature shee's immediate heire:

1035And these breed honour: that is honours scorne,

1036Which challenges it selfe as honours borne,

1037And is not like the sire: Honours thriue,

1038When rather from our acts we them deriue

1039Then our fore-goers: the meere words, a slaue

1040Debosh'd on euerie tombe, on euerie graue:

1041A lying Trophee, and as oft is dumbe,

1042Where dust, and damn'd obliuion is the Tombe.

1043Of honour'd bones indeed, what should be saide?

1044If thou canst like this creature, as a maide,

1045I can create the rest: Vertue, and shee

1046Is her owne dower: Honour and wealth, from mee.

1047Ber I cannot loue her, nor will striue to doo't.

1048King Thou wrong'st thy selfe, if thou shold'st striue

1049to choose.

1050Hel That you are well restor'd my Lord, I'me glad:

1051Let the rest go.

1052King My Honor's at the stake, which to defeate

1053I must produce my power. Heere, take her hand,

1054Proud scornfull boy, vnworthie this good gift,

1055That dost in vile misprision shackle vp

1056My loue, and her desert: that canst not dreame,

1057We poizing vs in her defectiue scale,

1058Shall weigh thee to the beame: That wilt not know,

1059It is in Vs to plant thine Honour, where

1060We please to haue it grow. Checke thy contempt:

1061Obey Our will, which trauailes in thy good:

1062Beleeue not thy disdaine, but presentlie

1063Do thine owne fortunes that obedient right

1064Which both thy dutie owes, and Our power claimes,

1065Or I will throw thee from my care for euer

1066Into the staggers, and the carelesse lapse

1067Of youth and ignorance: both my reuenge and hate

1068Loosing vpon thee, in the name of iustice,

1069Without all termes of pittie. Speake, thine answer.

1070Ber Pardon my gracious Lord: for I submit

1071My fancie to your eies, when I consider

1072What great creation, and what dole of honour

1073Flies where you bid it: I finde that she which late

1074Was in my Nobler thoughts, most base: is now

1075The praised of the King, who so ennobled,

1076Is as 'twere borne so.

1077King Take her by the hand,

1078And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise

1079A counterpoize: If not to thy estate,

1080A ballance more repleat.

1081Ber I take her hand.

1082Kin Good fortune, and the fauour of the King

1083Smile vpon this Contract: whose Ceremonie

1084Shall seeme expedient on the now borne briefe,

1085And be perform'd to night: the solemne Feast

1086Shall more attend vpon the coming space,

1087Expecting absent friends. As thou lou'st her,

1088Thy loue's to me Religious: else, do's erre. Exeunt

1091Laf Do you heare Monsieur? A word with you.

1092Par Your pleasure sir.

1093Laf Your Lord and Master did well to make his re-

1094cantation.

1095Par Recantation? My Lord? my Master?

1096Laf I: Is it not a Language I speake?

1097Par A most harsh one, and not to bee vnderstoode

1098without bloudie succeeding. My Master?

1099Laf Are you Companion to the Count Rosillion

1100Par To any Count, to all Counts: to what is man.

1101Laf To what is Counts man: Counts maister is of

1102another stile.

1103Par You are too old sir: Let it satisfie you, you are

1104too old.

1105Laf I must tell thee sirrah, I write Man: to which

1106title age cannot bring thee.

1107Par What I dare too well do, I dare not do.

1108Laf I did thinke thee for two ordinaries: to bee a

1109prettie wise fellow, thou didst make tollerable vent of

1110thy trauell, it might passe: yet the scarffes and the ban-

1111nerets about thee, did manifoldlie disswade me from be-

1112leeuing thee a vessell of too great a burthen. I haue now

1113found thee, when I loose thee againe, I care not: yet art

1114thou good for nothing but taking vp, and that th'ourt

1115scarce worth.

1116Par Hadst thou not the priuiledge of Antiquity vp-

1117on thee.

1118Laf Do not plundge thy selfe to farre in anger, least

1119thou hasten thy triall: which if, Lord haue mercie on

1120thee for a hen, so my good window of Lettice fare thee

1121well, thy casement I neede not open, for I look through

1122thee. Giue me thy hand.

1123Par My Lord, you giue me most egregious indignity.

1124Laf I with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it.

1125Par I haue not my Lord deseru'd it.

1126Laf Yes good faith, eu'ry dramme of it, and I will

1127not bate thee a scruple.

1128Par Well, I shall be wiser.

1129Laf Eu'n as soone as thou can'st, for thou hast to pull

1130at a smacke a'th contrarie. If euer thou bee'st bound

1131in thy skarfe and beaten, thou shall finde what it is to be

1132proud of thy bondage, I haue a desire to holde my ac-

1133quaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I

1134may say in the default, he is a man I know.

1135Par My Lord you do me most insupportable vexati-

1136on.

1137Laf I would it were hell paines for thy sake, and my

1138poore doing eternall: for doing I am past, as I will by

1139thee, in what motion age will giue me leaue. Exit

1140Par Well, thou hast a sonne shall take this disgrace

1141off me; scuruy, old, filthy, scuruy Lord: Well, I must

1142be patient, there is no fettering of authority. Ile beate

1143him (by my life) if I can meete him with any conueni-

1144ence, and he were double and double a Lord. Ile haue

1145no more pittie of his age then I would haue of------ Ile

1146beate him, and if I could but meet him agen.

1148Laf Sirra, your Lord and masters married, there's

1149newes for you: you haue a new Mistris.

1150Par I most vnfainedly beseech your Lordshippe to

1151make some reseruation of your wrongs. He is my good

1152Lord, whom I serue aboue is my master.

1153Laf Who? God.

1154Par I sir.

1155Laf The deuill it is, that's thy master. Why dooest

1156thou garter vp thy armes a this fashion? Dost make hose

1157of thy sleeues? Do other seruants so? Thou wert best set

1158thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine Honor,

1159if I were but two houres yonger, I'de beate thee: mee-

1160think'st thou art a generall offence, and euery man shold

1161beate thee: I thinke thou wast created for men to breath

1162themselues vpon thee.

1163Par This is hard and vndeserued measure my Lord.

1164Laf Go too sir, you were beaten in Italyfor picking

1165a kernell out of a Pomgranat, you are a vagabond, and

1166no true traueller: you are more sawcie with Lordes and

1167honourable personages, then the Commission of your

1168birth and vertue giues you Heraldry. You are not worth

1169another word, else I'de call you knaue. I leaue you.

1172Par Good, very good, it is so then: good, very

1173good, let it be conceal'd awhile.

1174Ros Vndone, and forfeited to cares for euer.

1175Par What's the matter sweet-heart?

1176Rossill Although before the solemne Priest I haue

1177sworne, I will not bed her.

1178Par What? what sweet heart?

1179Ros O my Parrolles they haue married me:

1180Ile to the Tuscanwarres, and neuer bed her.

1181Par Franceis a dog-hole, and it no more merits,

1182The tread of a mans foot: too'th warres.

1183Ros There's letters from my mother: What th' im-

1184port is, I know not yet.

1185Par I that would be knowne: too'th warrs my boy,

1186too'th warres:

1187He weares his honor in a boxe vnseene,

1188That hugges his kickie wickie heare at home,

1189Spending his manlie marrow in her armes

1190Which should sustaine the bound and high curuet

1191Of Marsesfierie steed: to other Regions,

1192Franceis a stable, wee that dwell in't Iades,

1193Therefore too'th warre.

1194Ros It shall be so, Ile send her to my house,

1195Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,

1196And wherefore I am fled: Write to the King

1197That which I durst not speake. His present gift

1198Shall furnish me to those Italian fields

1199Where noble fellowes strike: Warres is no strife

1200To the darke house, and the detected wife.

1201Par Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art sure?

1202Ros Go with me to my chamber, and aduice me.

1203Ile send her straight away: To morrow,

1204Ile to the warres, she to her single sorrow.

1205Par Why these bals bound, ther's noise in it. Tis hard

1206A yong man maried, is a man that's mard:

1207Therefore away, and leaue her brauely: go,

1208The King ha's done you wrong: but hush 'tis so. Exit