But, my good lord, 'tis thus; Will you be cur'd Of your infirmity?
grapes, my royal fox? yes, but you will, My noble grapes, an if my royal fox
Could reach them: I have seen a medicine, That's able to breathe life into a stone; Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary, With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise king Pepin, nay,
To give great Charlemain a pen in his hand, And write to her a love-line.
Laf. Why, doctor she: My lord, there's one ar
you will see her, now, by my faith and honour, If seriously I may convey my thoughts
In this my light deliverance, I have spoke With one, that, in her sex, her years, profession, Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame my weakness: Will you see her, (For that is her demand,) and know her business? That done, laugh well at me.
Now, good Lafeu, Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, By wond'ring how thou took'st it.
And not be all day neither.
King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
Re-enter Lafeu, with Helena.
Laf. Nay, come your ways.
This haste hath wings indeed.
Laf. Nay, come your ways;
This is his majesty, say your mind to him: A traitor you do look like; but such traitors His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle, That dare leave two together; fare you well. [Exit. King. Now, fair one, does your business follow
Hel. Ay, my good lord. Gerard de Narbon was My father; in what he did profess, well found. King. I knew him.
Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards
Knowing him, is enough. On his bed of death Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one,
Which, as the dearest issue of his practice, And of his old experience the only darling, He bad me store up, as a triple eye,
Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so: And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power, I come to tender it, and my appliance,
With all bound humbleness.
We thank you, maiden;
But may not be so credulous of cure,— When our most learned doctors leave us; and The congregated college have concluded That labouring art can never ransom nature
From her inaidable estate,—I say we must not So stain our judginent, or corrupt our hope, To prostitute our past-cure malady To empiricks; 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 entreating 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'st to help me; and such thanks I give,
As one near death to those that wish 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,
you set up your rest '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 floods have
From simple sources; and great seas have dried, When miracles have by the greatest been denied. 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
Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid: Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward.
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd: It is not so with him that all things knows, As 'tis 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'st thou my cure? 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 sleepy 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 sickness freely die. King. Upon thy certainty and confidence, What dar'st thou venture?
A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame,— Traduc'd by odious ballads; my maiden's name Sear'd otherwise; no worse of worst extended, With vilest torture let my life be ended.
King. Methinks, in thee some blessed spirit doth speak;
His powerful sound, within an organ weak:
And what impossibility would slay
In common sense, sense saves another way. Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate; Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all That happiness and 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, or flinch 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.
But will you make it even?
King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of heaven. Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly
What husband in thy power I will command: Exempted be from me the arrogance
To choose 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 vassal, whom I know Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd, Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd: So make the choice of thy 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;
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