Whereof the world takes note: come, come, difclofe Hel. Then, I confefs, gal stanɔqión sed qu ལ་ Nor would I have him, 'till I do deserve him ; The fun that looks upon his worshipper, Hel. Madam, I had. Count. Wherefore? tell true. Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear; A s As notes, whose faculties inclufive were, To cure the defperate languifhings, whereof Count, This was your motive for Paris, was it, fpeak? Hel. My Lord your fon made me to think of this; Elfe Paris, and the medicine, and the King, Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been absent then. Count. But think you, Helen, If you should tender your fuppofed aid, He would receive it he and his physicians Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him: They, that they cannot help. How fhall they credit A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off The danger to itself? Hel. There's fomething in't More than my father's kill, (which was the great'st Of his profeffion,) that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th' luckieft ftars in heav'n; and, would your Honour life of mine on his Grace's cure, By fuch a day and hour. Count. Doft thou believe't? Hel. Ay, Madam, knowingly. Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love; Means and attendants; and my loving greetings To thofe of mine in court. I'll stay at home, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. [Exeunt. ACT A CT II. SCENE, the Court of France. Enter the King, with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war. Bertram and Parolles. Flourish Cornets. KING. Farewel, young Lords: thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you: you, my Lords, farewel; Share the advice betwixt you. If both gain, The gift doth ftretch itself as 'tis receiv'd, And is enough for both. 1 Lord. "Tis our hope, Sir, After well-enter'd foldiers, to return King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart That doth my life befiege; farewel, young Lords; Of worthy French men; (10) let higher Italy (10) let bigber Italy (Thofe bated, that inherit but the fall (Thofe Of the last monarchy;) fee, &c.] This feems to me one of the very obfcure paffages of Shakespeare, and which therefore may very well demand explanation. Italy, at the time of this scene, was under three very different tenures. The Emperor, as fucceffor of the Roman Emperors, had one part; the Pope, by a pretended donation from Confantine, another; and the third was compos'd of free ftates. Now by the laft monarchy is meant the Roman, the laft of the four general monarchies. Upon the fall of this monarchy, in the scramble, several cities fet up for themfelves, and became free ftates: Now thefe might be faid properly to inherit the fall of the monarchy. But the Emperor could not be faid to inherit the fall of the monarchy, any more than a fon, who inherits an impair'd eftate, could be faid to inherit the fall of his father's eftate: Tho' thofe, who had defrauded the father, might be faid to inherit the fall of his eftate. Much lefs could the Pope, (Thofe bated, that inherit but the fall 2 Lord. Health at your bidding ferve your Majesty! King. Thofe girls of Italy, take heed of them; They fay, our French lack language to deny, If they demand: beware of being captives, Before you ferve. Both. Our hearts receive your warnings. King. Farewel. Come hither to me. [To Attendants. [Exit. 1 Lord. Oh, my fweet Lord, that you will stay behind us! Par. 'Tis not his fault; the fpark 2 Lord. Oh, 'tis brave wars. Par. Moft admirable; I have feen thofe 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 ftand to it, boy, fteal away bravely. Ber. Shall I stay here the forehorfe to a smock, Creeking my fhoes on the plain mafonry, 'Till honour be bought up, and no fword worn But one to dance with? by heav'n, I'll steal away. 1 Lord. There's honour in the theft. Par Commit it, Count. 2 Lord. I am your acceffary, and fo farewel. Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortur'd body. 1 Lord. Farewel, Captain. Pope by a donation in the times of its duration, be faid to do fo. This being premifed, now to the fenfe. The King fays, higher Italy ;--giving it the rank of preference to France; but he corrects himself and fays, I except thofe from that precedency, who only inherit the fall of the last monarchy; as all the little petty ftates; for infance, Florence to whom these voluntiers were going. As if he had said, I gave the place of honour to the Emperor and the Pope, but not to the free ftates. All here is clear; and 'tis exactly Shakespeare's manner, who lov'd to fhew his reading on fuch occafions, Mr. Warburton. VOL. III. B 2 Lord. 2 Lord. Sweet Monfieur Parolles! Par. Noble heroes, my fword and yours are kin; good fparks and luftrous. A word, good metals. (11) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his finifter cheek; it was this very fword entrench'd it; fay to him, I live, and observe his reports of me. 1 Lord. We fhall, noble Captain. Par. Mars doat on you for his novices! what will ye do? Ber. Stay; the King [Exeunt Lords. Par. Ufe a moft fpacious ceremory to the noble Lords, you have reftrain'd yourself within the lift of too cold an adieu; be more expreffive to them, for they wear themselves in the cap of the time; there, do mufter true gate, eat, fpeak, and move under the influence of the most receiv'd ftar; and tho' the devil lead the measure, fuch are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewel. Ber. And I will do fo. Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove moft finewy fword-men. [Exeunt. Enter the King, and Lafeu. Laf. Pardon, my Lord, for me and for my tidings. (11) Yeu fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, bis cicatrice, with an emblem of war bere on bis finifter cheek;] It is furprizing, none of the editors could fee that a flight tranfpofition was abfolutely neceffary here, when there is not common fenfe in the paffage, as it ftands without fuch tranfpofition. Parolles only means, you fhall find one Captain Spurio in the camp with a scar on his left cheek, a mark of war that my fword gave him." Our poet has employ'd this word, to fignify fear, in other of his plays: So, before, in As you like it; lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impreffure And in Hamlet; Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red Laf. |