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Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.
Enter COUNTESS, STEWARD, and CLOWN.
Countess I will now hear: - what say you of this gentlewoman?
Steward Madam, the care I have had to even your content I wish
might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for
then we wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of
our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
Countess What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah. The
complaints I have heard of you I do not all believe; 'tis
my slowness that I do not, for I know you lack not folly to
commit them and have ability enough to make such knaveries
yours.
Clown 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.
Countess Well, sir.
Clown No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though many of
the rich are damned; but, if I may have your ladyship's
good will to go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do
as we may.
Countess Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
Clown I do beg your good will in this case.
Countess In what case?
Clown In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no heritage, and I
think I shall never have the blessing of God till I have
issue o'my body, for they say barnes are blessings.
Countess Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.
Clown My poor body, madam, requires it. I am driven on by the
flesh, and he must needs go that the devil drives.
Countess Is this all your worship's reason?
Clown Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.
Countess May the world know them?
Clown I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh
and blood are, and, indeed, I do marry that I may repent.
Countess Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.
Clown I am out o' friends, madam, and I hope to have friends for
my wife's sake.
Countess Such friends are thine enemies, knave.
Clown You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the knaves
come to do that for me which I am aweary of. He that ears
my land spares my team, and gives me leave to in the crop;
if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge. He that comforts my
wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he that
cherishes my flesh and blood loves my flesh and blood; he
that loves my flesh and blood is my friend; ergo, he that
kisses my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to
be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for young
Charbon the puritan and old Poysam the papist, howsome'er
their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both
one; they may jowl horns together like any deer i'th' herd.
Countess Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave?
Clown A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next way:
[Sings.] For I the ballad will repeat
Which men full true shall find:
Your marriage comes by destiny,
Your cuckoo sings by kind.
Countess Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon.
Steward May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you: of
her I am to speak.
Countess Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her - Helen
I mean.
Clown [Sings.] Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,
Why the Grecians sackd Troy?
Fond done, done fond,
Was this King Priam's joy?
With that she sighd as she stood,
With that she sighd as she stood,
And gave this sentence then:
Among nine bad if one be good,
Among nine bad if one be good,
There's yet one good in ten.
Countess What, one good in ten? You corrupt the song, sirrah.
Clown One good woman in ten, madam, which is a purifying o'th'
song. Would God would serve the world so all the year! We'd
find no fault with the tithe-woman if I were the parson.
One in ten, quoth a'! An we might have a good woman born
but or every blazing star or at an earthquake, 'twould mend
the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out ere a' pluck
one.
Countess You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you?
Clown That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt
done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt;
it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown
of a big heart. I am going, forsooth. The business is for
Helen to come hither.
[Exit.
Countess Well, now.
Steward I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely.
Countess Faith, I do. Her father bequeathed her to me, and she
herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title
to as much love as she finds: there is more owing her than
is paid, and more shall be paid her than she'll demand.
Steward Madam, I was very late more near her than I think she
wished me. Alone she was, and did communicate to herself
her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for
her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was,
she loved your son. Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that
had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no
god, that would not extend his might only where qualities
were level; Dian no queen of virgins, that would I suffer
her poor knight surprised without rescue in the first
assault or ransom afterward. This she delivered in the most
bitter touch of sorrow that ere I heard virgin exclaim in;
which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal,
sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you
something to know it.
Countess You have discharged this honestly; keep it to yourself.
Many likelihoods informed me of this before, which hung so
tottering in the balance that I could neither believe nor
misdoubt. Pray you leave me: stall this in your bosom; and
I thank you for your honest care. I will speak with you
further anon.
[Exit STEWARD.
Enter HELENA.
Countess Even so it was with me when I was young.
If ever 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 impressed in youth.
By our remembrances of days foregone,
Such were our faults, or then we thought them none.
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
Helena What is your pleasure, madam?
Countess You know, Helen,
I am a mother to you.
Helena Mine honourable mistress.
Countess Nay, a mother.
Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother',
Methought you saw a serpent. What's in 'mother'
That you start at it? I say I am your mother,
And put you in the catalogue of those
That were enwombd mine. 'Tis often seen
Adoption strives with nature, and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds.
You ne'er oppressed me with a mother's groan,
Yet I express to you a mother's care.
God's mercy, maiden! Does it curd thy blood
To say I am thy mother? What's the matter,
That this distempered messenger of wet,
The many-coloured Iris, rounds thine eye?
Why, that you are my daughter?
Helena That I am not.
Countess I say I am your mother.
Helena Pardon, madam;
The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother:
I am from humble, he from honoured name;
No note upon my parents, his all noble.
My master, my dear lord he is, and I
His servant live, and will his vassal die.
He must not be my brother.
Countess Nor I your mother?
Helena You are my mother, madam; would you were-
So that my lord your son were not my brother-
Indeed my mother! Or were you both our mothers
I care no more for than I do for heaven,
So I were not his sister. Can't no other
But, I your daughter, he must be my brother?
Countess Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law.
God shield you mean it not! Daughter and mother
So strive upon your pulse. What, pale again?
My fear hath catched your fondness; now I see
The mystery of your loneliness, and find
Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross
You love my son. Invention is ashamed
Against the proclamation of thy passion
To say thou dost not. Therefore tell me true;
But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look, thy cheeks
Confess it th' one to th' other, and thine eyes
See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours
That in their kind they speak it: only sin
And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so?
If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew;
If it be not, forswear't; howe'er, I charge thee,
As heaven shall work in me for thine avail,
To tell me truly.
Helena Good madam, pardon me.
Countess Do you love my son?
Helena Your pardon, noble mistress.
Countess Love you my son?
Helena Do not you love him, madam?
Countess 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
Have to the full appeached.
Helena 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 loved of me. I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit,
Nor would I have him till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
Yet in this captious and inteemable sieve
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love,
For loving where you do; but, if yourself,
Whose agd honour cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever, in so true a flame of liking,
Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and love, O then give pity
To her whose state is such that cannot choose
But lend and give where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies!
Countess Had you not lately an intent - speak truly-
To go to Paris?
Helena Madam, I had.
Countess Wherefore? Tell true.
Helena I will tell truth, by grace itself I swear.
You know my father left me some prescriptions
Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading
And manifest experience had collected
For general sovereignty; and that he willed me
In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them,
As notes whose faculties inclusive were
More than they were in note. Amongst the rest
There is a remedy, approved, set down,
To cure the desperate languishings whereof
The king is rendered lost.
Countess This was your motive
For Paris, was it? Speak.
Helena 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
Haply been absent then.
Countess But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposd 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 unlearnd virgin, when the schools,
Embowelled of their doctrine, have left off
The danger to itself?
Helena There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
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
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
By such a day, an hour.
Countess Dost thou believe't?
Helena Ay, madam, knowingly.
Countess Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love,
Means and attendants, and my loving greetings
To those of mine in court. I'll stay at home
And pray God's blessing into thy attempt.
Be gone tomorrow; and be sure of this,
What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.
[Exeunt.