SCENE 3. Paris. The KING'S palace.
Very hand of heaven.
Ay; so I say.
In a most weak,--
And debile minister, great power, great transcendence: which
should, indeed, give us a further use to be made than alone
the recov'ry of the king, as to be,--
I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.
[Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants.]
Lustic, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the better, whilst
I have a tooth in my head: why, he's able to lead her a coranto.
'Mort du vinaigre!' is not this Helen?
'Fore God, I think so.
Go, call before me all the lords in court.--
[Exit an Attendant.]
Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
Thou has repeal'd, a second time receive
The confirmation of my promis'd gift,
Which but attends thy naming.
[Enter severaol Lords.]
Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel
Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice
I have to use: thy frank election make;
Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.
To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
Fall, when love please!--marry, to each, but one!
I'd give bay Curtal and his furniture,
My mouth no more were broken than these boys',
And writ as little beard.
Peruse them well:
Not one of those but had a noble father.
Heaven hath through me restor'd the king to health.