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ACT II. SCENE I.
PARIS. A ROOM IN THE KING'S PALACE.
Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war; Bertram, Parolles, and Attendants.
King. Farewel, young lord, these warlike principles
Do not throw from you:-and you, my lord, farewel:
Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all,
It is our hope, sir,
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady
That doth my life besiege. Farewel, young lords;
2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your ma
King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them;
They say, our French lack language to deny,
[The King retires to a couch. 1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay be
Par. 'Tis not his fault; the spark
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 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. 1 Lord. There's honour in the theft.
Commit it, count.
2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured
1 Lord. Farewel, 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 entrench'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, there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be follow'd: 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.
Laf. Pardon, my lord, [Kneeling.] for me and for my tidings.
King. I'll fee thee to stand up. Laf. 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.
But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd
O, will you eat
No grapes, my royal fox? yes, but you will,
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 his hand,
And write to her a love-line.
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,
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
King. 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.
Nay, I'll fit you,
And not be all day neither.
King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
Re-enter Lafeu, with Helena.
Laf. Nay, come your ways.
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
Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was My father; in what he did profess, well found.
King. I knew him.
Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards
Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death
Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so: