The manie colour'd Iris rounds thine eye?⸺Why, that you are my daughter?Hell.
That I am not.
Old. Cou.
I say I am your Mother.
Hell.Pardon Madam.
[465]
The Count
Rosillion cannot be my brother:
I am from humble, he from honored name:No note vpon my Parents, his all noble,My Master, my deere Lord he is, and IHis seruant liue, and will his vassall die:
[470]
He must not be my brother.Ol. Cou.
Nor I your Mother.
Hell.You are my mother Madam, would you wereSo that my Lord your sonne were not my brother,Indeede my mother, or were you both our mothers,
[475]
I care no more for, then I doe for heauen,So I were not his sister, cant no other,But I your daughter, he must be my brother.Old. Cou.Yes
Hellen, you might be my daughter in law,
God shield you meane it not, daughter and mother
[480]
So striue vpon your pulse; vvhat pale agen?My feare hath catcht your fondnesse! now I seeThe mistrie of your louelinesse, and findeYour salt teares head, now to all sence 'tis grosse:You loue my sonne, inuention is asham'd
[485]
Against the proclamation of thy passionTo say thou doost not: therefore tell me true,But tell me then 'tis so, for looke, thy cheekesConfesse it 'ton tooth to th' other, and thine eiesSee it so grosely showne in thy behauiours,
[490]
That in their kinde they speake it, onely sinneAnd hellish obstinacie tye thy tongueThat truth should be suspected, speake, ist so?If it be so, you haue wound a goodly clewe:If it be not, forsweare't how ere I charge thee,
[495]
As heauen shall worke in me for thine auaileTo tell me truelie.Hell.
Good Madam pardon me.
Cou.
Do you loue my Sonne?
Hell.
Your pardon noble Mistris.
Cou.
[500]
Loue you my Sonne?
Hell.
Doe not you loue him Madam?
Cou.Goe not about; my loue hath in't a bondWhereof the world takes note: Come, come, disclose:The state of your affection, for your
passions
[505]
Haue to the full appeach'd.Hell.Then I confesseHere on my knee, before high heauen and you,That before you, and next vnto high heauen, I loue your
Sonne:
My friends were poore but honest, so's my loue:
[510]
Be not offended, for it hurts not himThat he is lou'd of me; I follow him notBy any token of presumptuous suite,Nor would I haue him, till I doe deserue him,Yet neuer know how that desert should be:
[515]
I know I loue in vaine, striue against hope:Yet in this captious, and intemible Siue.I still poure in the waters of my loueAnd lacke not to loose still; thus
Indian like
Religious in mine error, I adore
[520]
The Sunne that lookes vpon his worshipper,But knowes of him no more. My deerest Madam,Let not your hate incounter with my loue,For louing where you doe; but if your selfe,Whose aged honor cites a vertuous youth,
Did euer, in so true a flame of liking,Wish chastly, and loue dearely, that your
DianWas both her selfe and loue, O then giue pittieTo her whose state is such, that cannot chooseBut lend and giue where she is sure to loose;
[530]
That seekes not to finde that, her search implies,But riddle like, liues sweetely where she dies.Cou.Had you not lately an intent, speake truely,To goe to
Paris?
Hell.
Madam I had.
Cou.
[535]
Wherefore? tell true.
Hell.I will tell truth, by grace it selfe I sweare:You know my Father left me some prescriptionsOf rare and prou'd effects, such as his
reading
And manifest experience, had collected
[540]
For generall
soueraigntie: and that he wil'd me
In heedefull'st reseruation to bestow
them,
As notes, whose faculties inclusiue were,More then they were in note: Amongst the rest,There is a remedie, approu'd, set downe,
[545]
To cure the desperate languishings whereofThe King is render'd lost.Cou.
This was your motiue for
Paris, was it,
speake?
Hell.My Lord, your sonne, made me to think of this;Else
Paris, and the medicine, and the
King,
[550]
Had from the conuersation of my thoughts,Happily beene absent then.Cou.But thinke you
Hellen,
If you should tender your supposed aide,He would receiue it? He and his Phisitions
[555]
Are of a minde, he, that they cannot helpe him:They, that they cannot helpe, how shall they creditA poore vnlearned Virgin, when the SchoolesEmbowel'd of their doctrine, haue left offThe danger to it selfe.Hell.
[560]
There's something in'tMore then my Fathers skill, which was the
great'st
Of his profession, that his good receipt,Shall for my legacie be sanctifiedBy th'luckiest stars in heauen, and would your
honor
[565]
But giue me leaue to trie successe, I'de ventureThe well lost life of mine, on his Graces cure,By such a day, an houre.Cou.
Doo'st thou beleeue't?
Hell.
I Madam knowingly.
Cou.
[570]
Why
Hellen thou shalt haue my leaue and
loue,
Meanes and attendants, and my louing greetingsTo those of mine in Court, Ile staie at homeAnd praie Gods blessing into thy attempt:Begon to morrow, and be sure of this,
[575]
What I can helpe thee to, thou shalt not misse.Exeunt.
Actus Secundus.
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter the King with diuers
yong Lords, taking leaue for
the Florentine warre: Count,
Rosse, and
Parrolles. Florish Cornets.
King.Farewell yong Lords, these warlike principlesDoe not throw from you, and you my Lords farewell:Share the aduice betwixt you, if both gaine, allThe guift doth stretch it selfe as 'tis
receiu'd,
[580]
And is enough for both.Lord. G.'Tis our hope sir,After
Actus Secundus.
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter the King with diuers
yong Lords, taking leaue for
the Florentine warre: Count,
Rosse, and
Parrolles. Florish Cornets.
King.Farewell yong Lords, these warlike principlesDoe not throw from you, and you my Lords farewell:Share the aduice betwixt you, if both gaine, allThe guift doth stretch it selfe as 'tis
receiu'd,
[580]
And is enough for both.Lord. G.'Tis our hope sir,After well entred souldiers, to returneAnd finde your grace in health.King.No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
[585]
Will not confesse he owes the malladyThat doth my life besiege: farwell yong Lords,Whether I liue or die, be you the sonnesOf worthy French men: let higher Italy(Those bated that inherit but the fall
[590]
Of the last Monarchy) see that you comeNot to wooe honour, but to wed it, whenThe brauest questant shrinkes: finde what you
seeke,
That fame may cry you loud: I say farewell.L. G.
Health at your bidding serue your Maiesty.
King.
[595]
Those girles of Italy, take heed of them,They say our French, lacke language to denyIf they demand: beware of being CaptiuesBefore you serue.Bo.
Our hearts receiue your warnings.
King.
[600]
Farewell, come hether to me.
1. Lo. G.
Oh my sweet Lord y
t you wil stay behind vs.
Parr.
'Tis not his fault the spark.
2. Lo. E.
Oh 'tis braue warres.
Parr.
Most admirable, I haue seene those warres.
Rossill.
[605]
I am commanded here, and kept a coyle with,Too young, and the next yeere, and 'tis too early.Parr.And thy minde stand too't boy,Steale away brauely.Rossill.I shal stay here the for‑horse to a smocke,
[610]
Creeking my shooes on the plaine Masonry,Till honour be bought vp, and no sword worneBut one to dance with: by heauen, Ile steale away.1. Lo. G.
There's honour in the theft.
Parr.
Commit it Count.
2. Lo. E.
[615]
I am your accessary, and so farewell.
Ros.
I grow to you, & our parting is a tortur'd body.
1. Lo. G.
Farewell Captaine.
2. Lo. E.
Sweet Mounsier
Parolles.
Parr.
Noble
Heroes; my sword and yours are kinne,
[620]
good sparkes
and lustrous, a word good mettals. You
shall
finde in the Regiment of the Spinij, one Captaine
Spurio his sicatrice, with an
Embleme of warre heere on
his sinister cheeke; it
was this very sword entrench'd it:
say to him I
liue, and obserue his reports for me.
Lo. G.
[625]
We shall noble Captaine.
Parr.
Mars doate on you for his nouices, what will
ye doe?
Ross.
Stay the King.
Parr.
Vse a more spacious ceremonie to the Noble
[630]
Lords, you haue
restrain'd your selfe within the List of
too cold an adieu: be more expressiue to them; for they
weare themselues in the cap of the time, there do
muster
true gate; eat, speake, and moue vnder the
influence of
the most receiu'd
starre, and though the deuill leade the
[635]
measure,
such are to be followed: after them, and take a
more
dilated farewell.
Ross.
And I will doe so.
Parr.
Worthy fellowes, and like to prooue most si
newie sword‑men.
Exeunt.Enter Lafew.L. Laf.
[640]
Pardon my Lord for mee and for my tidings.
(pardon,
King.
Ile see thee to stand vp.
L. Laf.Then heres a man stands that has brought his
(pardon,
I would you had kneel'd my Lord to aske me mercy,
[645]
And that at my bidding you could so stand vp.King.I would I had, so I had broke thy pateAnd askt thee mercy for't.Laf.Goodfaith a‑crosse, but my good Lord 'tis thus,Will you be cur'd of your infirmitie?King.
[650]
No.Laf.O will you eat no grapes my royall foxe?Yes but you will, my noble grapes, and ifMy royall foxe could reach them: I haue seen a medicineThat's able to breath life into a stone,
[655]
Quicken a rocke, and make you dance CanariWith sprightly fire and motion, whose simple touchIs powerfull to arayse King
Pippen,
nay
To giue great
Charlemaine a pen
in's hand
And write to her a loue‑line.King.
[660]
What her is this?Laf.Why doctor she: my Lord, there's one
arriu'd,
If you will see her: now by my faith and honour,If seriously I may conuay my thoughtsIn this my light deliuerance, I haue spoke
[665]
With one, that in her sexe, her yeeres, profession,Wisedome and constancy, hath amaz'd mee moreThen I dare blame my weakenesse: will you see her?For that is her demand, and know her businesse?That done, laugh well at me.King.
[670]
Now good
Lafew,
Bring in the admiration, that we with theeMay spend our wonder too, or take off thineBy wondring how thou tookst it.Laf.Nay, Ile fit you,
[675]
And not be all day neither.King.
Thus he his speciall nothing euer prologues.
Laf.
Nay, come your waies.
Enter Hellen.King.
This haste hath wings indeed.
Laf.Nay, come your waies,
[680]
This is his Maiestie, say your minde to him,A Traitor you doe looke like, but such traitorsHis Maiesty seldome feares, I am
Cresseds Vncle,
That dare leaue two together, far you well.Exit.King.
Now faire one, do's your busines follow vs?
Hel.
[685]
I my good Lord,Gerard de Narbon was my father,
In what he did professe, well found.King.
I knew him.
Hel.The rather will I spare my praises towards him,
[690]
Knowing him is enough: on's bed of death,Many receits he gaue me, chieflie one,Which as the dearest issue of his practiceAnd of his olde experience, th' onlie darling,He bad me store vp, as a triple eye,
[695]
Safer then mine owne two: more deare I haue so,And hearing your high Maiestie is touchtWith that malignant cause, wherein the honourOf my deare fathers gift, stands cheefe in power,I come to tender it, and my appliance,
[700]
With all bound humblenesse.King.We thanke you maiden,But may not be so credulous of cure,When our most learned Doctors leaue vs, andThe congregated Colledge haue concluded,
[705]
That labouring Art can neuer ransome natureFrom her inaydible estate: I say we must notSo staine our iudgement, or corrupt our hope,To prostitute our past‑cure malladieTo empericks, or to disseuer so
[710]
Our great selfe and our credit, to esteemeA sencelesse helpe, when helpe past sence we deeme.Hell.My dutie then shall pay me for my paines:I will no more enforce mine office on you,Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts,
[715]
A modest one to beare me backe againe.King.I cannot giue thee lesse to be cal'd gratefull:Thou thoughtst to helpe me, and such thankes I giue,As one neere death to those that wish him liue:But what at full I know, thou knowst no part,
[720]
I knowing all my perill, thou no Art.Hell.What I can doe, can doe no hurt to try,Since you set vp your rest 'gainst remedie:He that of greatest workes is finisher,Oft does them by the weakest minister:
[725]
So holy Writ, in babes hath iudgement showne,When Iudges haue bin babes; great flouds haue
flowne
From simple sources: and great Seas haue driedWhen Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied.Oft expectation failes, and most oft there
[730]
Where most it promises: and oft it hits,Where hope is coldest, and despaire most shifts.King.I must not heare thee, fare thee wel kind maide,Thy paines not vs'd, must by thy selfe be paid,Proffers not tooke, reape thanks for their reward.Hel.
[735]
Inspired Merit so by breath is bard,It is not so with him that all things knowesAs 'tis with vs, that square our guesse by showes:But most it is presumption in vs, whenThe help of heauen we count the act of men.
[740]
Deare sir, to my endeauors giue consent,Of heauen, not me, make an experiment.I am not an Imposture, that proclaimeMy selfe against the leuill of mine aime,But know I thinke, and thinke I know most sure,
[745]
My Art is not past power, nor you past cure.King.Art thou so confident? Within what spaceHop'st thou my cure?Hel.The greatest grace lending grace,Ere twice the horses of the sunne shall bring
[750]
Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring,Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampeMoist
Hesperus hath quench'd her
sleepy Lampe:
Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasseHath told the theeuish minutes, how they passe:
[755]
What is infirme, from your sound parts shall flie,Health shall liue free, and sickenesse freely dye.King.Vpon thy certainty and confidence,What dar'st thou venter?Hell.Taxe of impudence,
[760]
A strumpets boldnesse, a divulged shameTraduc'd by odious ballads: my maidens nameSeard otherwise, ne worse of worst extendedWith vildest torture, let my life be ended.Kin.Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak
[765]
His powerfull sound, within an organ weake:And what impossibility would slayIn common sence, sence saues another way:Thy life is deere, for all that life can rateWorth name of life, in thee hath estimate:
[770]
Youth, beauty, wisedome, courage, allThat happines and prime, can happy call:Thou this to hazard, needs must intimateSkill infinite, or monstrous desperate,Sweet practiser, thy Physicke I will try,
[775]
That ministers thine owne death if I die.Hel.If I breake time, or flinch in propertyOf what I spoke, vnpittied let me die,And well deseru'd: not helping, death's my fee,But if I helpe, what doe you promise me.Kin.
[780]
Make thy demand.
Hel.
But will you make it euen?
Kin.
I by my Scepter, and my hopes of helpe.
Hel.Then shalt thou giue me with thy kingly handWhat husband in thy power I will command:
[785]
Exempted be from me the arroganceTo choose from forth the royall bloud of France,My low and humble name to propagateWith any branch or image of thy state:But such a one thy vassall, whom I know
[790]
Is free for me to aske, thee to bestow.Kin.Heere is my hand, the premises obseru'd,Thy will by my performance shall be seru'd:So make the choice of thy owne time, for IThy resolv'd Patient, on thee still relye:
[795]
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
Vnquestion'd welcome, and vndoubted blest.Giue me some helpe heere hoa, if thou proceed,
[800]
As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.Florish. Exit.
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<p n="640">Pardon my Lord for mee and for my tidings.
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<p n="642">Ile see thee to stand vp.</p>
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<l n="643">Then heres a man stands that has brought his
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<l n="646">I would I had, so I had broke thy pate</l>
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<sp who="#F-aww-laf">
<speaker rend="italic">Laf.</speaker>
<l n="648">Goodfaith a‑crosse, but my good Lord 'tis thus,</l>
<l n="649">Will you be cur'd of your infirmitie?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="650">No.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-laf">
<speaker rend="italic">Laf.</speaker>
<l n="651">O will you eat no grapes my royall foxe?</l>
<l n="652">Yes but you will, my noble grapes, and if</l>
<l n="653">My royall foxe could reach them: I haue seen a medicine</l>
<l n="654">That's able to breath life into a stone,</l>
<l n="655">Quicken a rocke, and make you dance Canari</l>
<l n="656">With sprightly fire and motion, whose simple touch</l>
<l n="657">Is powerfull to arayse King<hi rend="italic">Pippen</hi>, nay</l>
<l n="658">To giue great<hi rend="italic">Charlemaine</hi>a pen in's hand</l>
<l n="659">And write to her a loue‑line.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="660">What her is this?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-laf">
<speaker rend="italic">Laf.</speaker>
<l n="661">Why doctor she: my Lord, there's one arriu'd,</l>
<l n="662">If you will see her: now by my faith and honour,</l>
<l n="663">If seriously I may conuay my thoughts</l>
<l n="664">In this my light deliuerance, I haue spoke</l>
<l n="665">With one, that in her sexe, her yeeres, profession,</l>
<l n="666">Wisedome and constancy, hath amaz'd mee more</l>
<l n="667">Then I dare blame my weakenesse: will you see her?</l>
<l n="668">For that is her demand, and know her businesse?</l>
<l n="669">That done, laugh well at me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="670">Now good<hi rend="italic">Lafew</hi>,</l>
<l n="671">Bring in the admiration, that we with thee</l>
<l n="672">May spend our wonder too, or take off thine</l>
<l n="673">By wondring how thou tookst it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-laf">
<speaker rend="italic">Laf.</speaker>
<l n="674">Nay, Ile fit you,</l>
<l n="675">And not be all day neither.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="676">Thus he his speciall nothing euer prologues.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-laf">
<speaker rend="italic">Laf.</speaker>
<p n="677">Nay, come your waies.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Hellen.</stage>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="678">This haste hath wings indeed.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-laf">
<speaker rend="italic">Laf.</speaker>
<l n="679">Nay, come your waies,</l>
<l n="680">This is his Maiestie, say your minde to him,</l>
<l n="681">A Traitor you doe looke like, but such traitors</l>
<l n="682">His Maiesty seldome feares, I am<hi rend="italic">Cresseds</hi>Vncle,</l>
<l n="683">That dare leaue two together, far you well.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="684">Now faire one, do's your busines follow vs?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="685">I my good Lord,</l>
<l n="686">
<hi rend="italic">Gerard de Narbon</hi>was my father,</l>
<l n="687">In what he did professe, well found.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<p n="688">I knew him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="689">The rather will I spare my praises towards him,</l>
<l n="690">Knowing him is enough: on's bed of death,</l>
<l n="691">Many receits he gaue me, chieflie one,</l>
<l n="692">Which as the dearest issue of his practice</l>
<l n="693">And of his olde experience, th' onlie darling,</l>
<l n="694">He bad me store vp, as a triple eye,</l>
<l n="695">Safer then mine owne two: more deare I haue so,</l>
<l n="696">And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht</l>
<l n="697">With that malignant cause, wherein the honour</l>
<l n="698">Of my deare fathers gift, stands cheefe in power,</l>
<l n="699">I come to tender it, and my appliance,</l>
<l n="700">With all bound humblenesse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="701">We thanke you maiden,</l>
<l n="702">But may not be so credulous of cure,</l>
<l n="703">When our most learned Doctors leaue vs, and</l>
<l n="704">The congregated Colledge haue concluded,</l>
<l n="705">That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature</l>
<l n="706">From her inaydible estate: I say we must not</l>
<l n="707">So staine our iudgement, or corrupt our hope,</l>
<l n="708">To prostitute our past‑cure malladie</l>
<l n="709">To empericks, or to disseuer so</l>
<l n="710">Our great selfe and our credit, to esteeme</l>
<l n="711">A sencelesse helpe, when helpe past sence we deeme.</l>
</sp>
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<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hell.</speaker>
<l n="712">My dutie then shall pay me for my paines:</l>
<l n="713">I will no more enforce mine office on you,</l>
<l n="714">Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts,</l>
<l n="715">A modest one to beare me backe againe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="716">I cannot giue thee lesse to be cal'd gratefull:</l>
<l n="717">Thou thoughtst to helpe me, and such thankes I giue,</l>
<l n="718">As one neere death to those that wish him liue:</l>
<l n="719">But what at full I know, thou knowst no part,</l>
<l n="720">I knowing all my perill, thou no Art.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hell.</speaker>
<l n="721">What I can doe, can doe no hurt to try,</l>
<l n="722">Since you set vp your rest 'gainst remedie:</l>
<l n="723">He that of greatest workes is finisher,</l>
<l n="724">Oft does them by the weakest minister:</l>
<l n="725">So holy Writ, in babes hath iudgement showne,</l>
<l n="726">When Iudges haue bin babes; great flouds haue flowne</l>
<l n="727">From simple sources: and great Seas haue dried</l>
<l n="728">When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied.</l>
<l n="729">Oft expectation failes, and most oft there</l>
<l n="730">Where most it promises: and oft it hits,</l>
<l n="731">Where hope is coldest, and despaire most shifts.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="732">I must not heare thee, fare thee wel kind maide,</l>
<l n="733">Thy paines not vs'd, must by thy selfe be paid,</l>
<l n="734">Proffers not tooke, reape thanks for their reward.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="735">Inspired Merit so by breath is bard,</l>
<l n="736">It is not so with him that all things knowes</l>
<l n="737">As 'tis with vs, that square our guesse by showes:</l>
<l n="738">But most it is presumption in vs, when</l>
<l n="739">The help of heauen we count the act of men.</l>
<l n="740">Deare sir, to my endeauors giue consent,</l>
<l n="741">Of heauen, not me, make an experiment.</l>
<l n="742">I am not an Imposture, that proclaime</l>
<l n="743">My selfe against the leuill of mine aime,</l>
<l n="744">But know I thinke, and thinke I know most sure,</l>
<l n="745">My Art is not past power, nor you past cure.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="746">Art thou so confident? Within what space</l>
<l n="747">Hop'st thou my cure?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="748">The greatest grace lending grace,</l>
<l n="749">Ere twice the horses of the sunne shall bring</l>
<l n="750">Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring,</l>
<l n="751">Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe</l>
<l n="752">Moist<hi rend="italic">Hesperus</hi>hath quench'd her sleepy Lampe:</l>
<l n="753">Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasse</l>
<l n="754">Hath told the theeuish minutes, how they passe:</l>
<l n="755">What is infirme, from your sound parts shall flie,</l>
<l n="756">Health shall liue free, and sickenesse freely dye.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="757">Vpon thy certainty and confidence,</l>
<l n="758">What dar'st thou venter?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hell.</speaker>
<l n="759">Taxe of impudence,</l>
<l n="760">A strumpets boldnesse, a divulged shame</l>
<l n="761">Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maidens name</l>
<l n="762">Seard otherwise, ne worse of worst extended</l>
<l n="763">With vildest torture, let my life be ended.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
<l n="764">Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak</l>
<l n="765">His powerfull sound, within an organ weake:</l>
<l n="766">And what impossibility would slay</l>
<l n="767">In common sence, sence saues another way:</l>
<l n="768">Thy life is deere, for all that life can rate</l>
<l n="769">Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate:</l>
<l n="770">Youth, beauty, wisedome, courage, all</l>
<l n="771">That happines and prime, can happy call:</l>
<l n="772">Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate</l>
<l n="773">Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate,</l>
<l n="774">Sweet practiser, thy Physicke I will try,</l>
<l n="775">That ministers thine owne death if I die.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="776">If I breake time, or flinch in property</l>
<l n="777">Of what I spoke, vnpittied let me die,</l>
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<l n="778">And well deseru'd: not helping, death's my fee,</l>
<l n="779">But if I helpe, what doe you promise me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
<p n="780">Make thy demand.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<p n="781">But will you make it euen?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
<p n="782">I by my Scepter, and my hopes of helpe.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="783">Then shalt thou giue me with thy kingly hand</l>
<l n="784">What husband in thy power I will command:</l>
<l n="785">Exempted be from me the arrogance</l>
<l n="786">To choose from forth the royall bloud of France,</l>
<l n="787">My low and humble name to propagate</l>
<l n="788">With any branch or image of thy state:</l>
<l n="789">But such a one thy vassall, whom I know</l>
<l n="790">Is free for me to aske, thee to bestow.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-aww-kin">
<speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
<l n="791">Heere is my hand, the premises obseru'd,</l>
<l n="792">Thy will by my performance shall be seru'd:</l>
<l n="793">So make the choice of thy owne time, for I</l>
<l n="794">Thy resolv'd Patient, on thee still relye:</l>
<l n="795">More should I question thee, and more I must,</l>
<l n="796">Though more to know, could not be more to trust:</l>
<l n="797">From whence thou cam'st, how tended on, but rest</l>
<l n="798">Vnquestion'd welcome, and vndoubted blest.</l>
<l n="799">Giue me some helpe heere hoa, if thou proceed,</l>
<l n="800">As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="mixed">Florish. Exit.</stage>
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