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From her inaidable estate,-I say we must not
To empiricks; or to dissever so
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.
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:
Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try,
Oft does them by the weakest minister:
From simple sources; and great seas have dried,
Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid:
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:
King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth
His powerful sound, within an organ weak:
And what impossibility would slay
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
But will you make it even?
King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of heaven.
What husband in thy power I will command:
King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd,
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.-
ROUSILLON. A ROOM IN THE COUNTESS'S PALACE.
Enter Countess and Clown.
Count. Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.
Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught: I know my business is but to the court.
Count. To the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court!
Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the court: but, for me, I have an answer will serve all men.
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits all questions.
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock.
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all ques
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your taffata punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Shrove-tuesday, a morris for may-day, 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 say, an answer of such 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 monstrous size, 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
you no harm to learn.
Count. To be young again, if we could:- I will be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by
I pray you, sir, are you a courtier?
Clo. O Lord, sir,
off;-more, more, a hundred of them.
Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that
Clo. O Lord, sir,-Thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
O Lord, sir,-Nay, put me to't, I warrant