the brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the-- 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 recovery of the king, as to be-- generally thankful. I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king. Lustig, 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. 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. three or four 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'ld 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 restored the king to health. We understand it, and thank heaven for you. 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 refused, Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever; We'll ne'er come there again.' Make choice; and, see, Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me. 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? And grant it. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life. The honour, 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! No better, if you please. My wish receive, Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine