bosom, and I thank you for your honest care: 1 will speak with you further anon. [Exit Steward. Enter HELENA, Count. Even so it was with me, when I was young: If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong; Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults; ་ or then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on't; 1 observe her now. I am a mother to you. He. Mine honourable Mistress. Count. Nay, a mother; Why not a mother? When I said, a mother, The many colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye? that you are my daughter? Why? Hel. That I am not. Count. I say, I am your mother. Hel. Pardon, Madam; The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother: His servant live, and will his vassal die: Count. Nor I your mother? Hel. You are my mother, Madam; 'Would you were (So that my lord, your son, were not Indeed, my mother! my brother,) or were you both our mothers, 1 care no more for, than I do for heaven, must be my brother? might be my daughterin-law; God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother, So strive upon your pulse: What, pale again? To say, thou dost not: therefore tell me true; That truth should be suspected: Speak, is't sof As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, Hel. Good Madam, pardon me! Hel. Your pardon, noble Mistress ! Count. Love you my son ? Hel. Do not you love him, Madam? Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose The state of your affection; for your passions Hel. Then, I confess, Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven, I love your son: My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love:" Be not offended; for it hurts not him, That he is lov'd of me: I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit; Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him; The sun, that locks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more. My dearest Madam, To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose. To go to Paris? Hel. Madam, I had. Count. Wherefore? tell true. Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. You know, my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading, And manifest experience, had collected For general sovereignty: and that he will'd me To cure the desperate ianguishings, whereof Count. This was your motive For Paris, was it? speak. Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this; Else Paris, and the medicine, and the King, Had, from the conversation of my thoughts, Count. But think you, Helen, If you should tender your supposed 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 shall they credit A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, Hel. There's something hints, More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your Honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture * Count. Dost thou believe't? Hel. Ay, Madam, knowingly. Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings ACT II. SCENE I. Paris. A Room in the King's Palace. Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and Attendants. King. Farewell, young Lord, these warlike prin |