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The court's a learning-place;-and he is one
Par. What oue, i'faith?
Hel. That I wish well.-'Tis pity
Par. What's pity?
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, Which might be felt: that we, the poorer born, Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, Might with effects of them follow our friends, And show what we alone must think*; which never Returns us thanks.
Enter a Page.
Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. [Exit Page. Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court.
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Par. Why under Mars?
Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight.
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the safety: But the composition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize
i. e. And show by realities what we now must only think.
thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thiue unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: so farewell.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
That weigh their paius in sense; and do suppose,
i. c. Thou wilt comprehend it.
+ Things formed by nature for each other.
Paris. A room in the King's palace.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the King of France, with letters; Lords and others attending.
King. The Florentines and Senoys* are by the
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
So 'tis reported, sir.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, With caution, that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would seem To have us make denial.
His love and wisdom,
Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead
He hath arm'd our answer,
And Florence is denied before he comes:
It may well serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
What's he comes here?
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.
1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram.
The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is the capital.
Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;
Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which, follow'd well, would démonstrate them now
But goers backward.
His good remembrance, sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
So in approof lives not his epitaph,
As in your royal speech.
King. 'Would, I were with him! He would al
(Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words
To repair here signifies to renovate.
His is put for its.
He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home,
I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
To give some labourers room.
You are lov'd, sir;
They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. King. I fill a place, I know't.-How long is't,
Since the physician at your father's died?
He was much fam'd.
Some six months since, my lord. King. If he were living, I would try him yet;Lend me an arm;-the rest have worn me out With several applications :-nature and sickness Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; My son's no dearer.
Thank your majesty.
Who have no other use of their faculties than to
invent new modes of dress.