farther use to be made, than alone the recovery of the king, as to be

La. Generally thankful.

Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. Par. I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.

La. Lustick, 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.2

Par. Mort du Vinaigre! Is not this Helen?
La. 'Fore God, I think so.
King. 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 hast repeal'd, a second time receive
The confirmation of my promised gift,
Which but attends thy naming.

Enter several 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 : 3 thy frank election make;

Thou hast power to choose, and they none to for

sake. Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous mis

tress
Fall, when Love please !-marry, to each, but one !

La. I'd give bay Curtal,1 and his furniture,
My mouth no more were broken than these boys',
And writ as little beard.
King.

Peruse them well :
Not one of those, but had a noble father.

Hel. Gentlemen,
Heaven hath, through me, restored the king to

health.
All. We understand it, and thank Heaven for

you.
Hel. I am a simple maid ; and therein wealthiest,
That, I protest, I simply am a maid.
Please it your majesty, I have done already.
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me ;-
• We blush, that thou shouldst choose ; but, be re-

fused,
Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever ;
We'll ne'er come there again.'
King.

Make choice ; and, see,

: Who shuns thy love, shuns all his love in me.

Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly ;
And to imperial Love, that god most high,
Do my sighs stream.—Sir, will you hear my suit?

! A docked horse.

1 Lord. And grant it. Hel.

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.! La. I had rather be in this choice, than throw ames-ace 2 for

my

life.
Hel. The honor, sir, that flames in

your
fair

eyes,
Before I speak, too threateningly replies :
Love make your fortunes twenty times above
Her that so wishes, and her humble love!

2 Lord. No better, if you please. Hel.

My wish receive, Which great Love grant! and so I take my leave.

La. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine, I'd have them whipped ; or I would send them to the Turk, to make eunuchs of. Hel. Be not afraid [to a Lord.] that I your hand

should take;
I'll never do you wrong for your own sake :
Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed !

La. These boys are boys of ice; they 'll none have her : sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got them. Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too

good, To make yourself a son out of my