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That labouring art can never answer nature
From her inaidable estate --I say we must not
So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
To prostitute our past-cure malady
To empericks; or to dissever so
Our great self and our credit, to esteem
A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.

Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains :
I will no more enforce mine office on you;
Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts
* A modest one, to bear me back again.

King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful: .
Thou thought'lt to help me; and such thanks I give,
As one near death to those that with him live:
But, what at full I know, thou know'st no part;
I knowing all my peril, thou no art.

Hel. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, Since you " set up your reft ’gainst remedy: He that of greatest works is finisher, Oft does them by the weakest minister : So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, When judges have been babes. Great foods have flown From simple sources; and great seas have dryd, When miracles have by the greatest been deny’d. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits, Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits.

King. I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid ; Thy pains, not us'd, muft by thyself be paid : Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.

Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr’d: I answer]—supply the defects of-ransom.

A modeft one,]-such an one as I may modestly hope for on my dismission.

* set up your reft 'gainst remedy :] conclude yourself to be past recovery.

miracles)-the power of working them. p breath]—mortals.

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It is not so with him that all things knows,
As ’ris with us that square our guess by shows :
But most it is presumption in us, when
The help of heaven we count the act of men.
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
I am not an impostor, " that proclaim
Myself against the level of mine aim ;
But know I think, and think I know most sure,
My art is not 'past power, nor you past cure.

King. Art thou so confident ? Within what space Hop'ít thou my cure ? '

Hel. The greatest grace lending grace;
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring :
Ere twice in ‘murk and occidental damp
Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his neepy lamp ;
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass ;
What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
Health shall live free, and fickness freely die.

King. Upon thy certainty and confidence,
What dar’st thou venture ?

Hel. 'Tax of impudence,
A ftrumpet's boldness, a divulged shame,
Traduc'd by odious ballads my maiden's name;
Sear'd otherwise; the worst of worst, extended
With vilest torture, let my life be endeu.

9 that proclaim myself against the level of mine aim ;)—that pretend to what I have not a realonable hope of accomplishing...

'pas power,]-ineffectual. s murk]-darkness. ? Tax of impudence,]-I would bear the tax &c.- let my maiden reputation become the subject of filthy ballads ; let it be mangled by any other means; and (what is the worst of worst, the consummation of misery) my body being extended on the rack by the most cruel torture, let my lite pay the forfeit of my presumption.

King. Methinks, in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth fpeak; * His powerful sound, within an organ weak; And what impossibility would Nay In common sense, sense saves another way. Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate Worth name of life, win thee hath estimate ; Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all That happiness * in prime, can happy call : Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate. Sweet practiser, thy physick I will try ; That ministers thine own death, if I die.

Hel. If I break time, Y or Ainch in property Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die; And well deserv'd : Not helping, death's my fee ; But, if I help, what do you promise me? · King. Make thy demand. Hel. But will you ? make it even ? King. Ay, by my scepter, and my hopes of heaven.

Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand, What husband in thy power I will command : Exempted be from me the arrogance To chuse from forth the royal blood of France; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch, or image of thy state : But such a one, thy vallal, whom I know Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.

King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd,

His powerful sound, within)-is heard, issuing from.

in thee hath estimate; ]—may be ranked among thy gifts. * in prime,]-in its perfection-and prime.

Minch in property of what I spoke,]-make not my professions good, 2 make it even?]-answer it.

branch, or image of thy ftate :)-relative or representative of thine, member of thy ftate.


Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd :
So make the choice of thine own time ; for I,
Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
More should I question thee, and more I must;
Though, more to know, could not be more to trust;
From whence thou cam'ft, how tended on,-But rest
Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest.-
Give me some help here, ho !-If thou proceed
As high as word, my deed fhall match thy deed. (Exeunt,



Enter Countess and Clown. Count. Come on, fir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding.

Clo. I will shew myself highly fed, and lowly taught: I know my business is but to the court.

Count. But 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 quarch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any buttock.



Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions ?

Clo. As fic as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your French crown for your caffaty punk, as Tib's Srush for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for ShroveTuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a fcolding 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 shall do 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 your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a courtier ?

Clo. O Lord, fir,-- There's a simple putting off : more, more, a hundred of them.

Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. Clo. O Lord, fir,— Thick, thick, spare not me.

Count. I think, fir, you can eat none of this homely meat.

Clo..O Lord, fir,-Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.

ruff]--rush-ring--a ring was formerly presented by the woman to the man, in return for that received from him, at a wedding. “Strengthen’d by enterchangement of your rings.

Twelfth Night, Act V, Sc. 1. Priest. skin.]-paunch. * To be young again]—This trifling makes me feem so. O Lord, fir, ]-A ridicule on that profane expletive.


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