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municate 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; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or ransome afterward: This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er 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. Count. 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 Ilona [Erit Steward.
Count. Even so it wo 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, 7. Since, WOL. III. Q
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now.
Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
Count. You know, Helen, I am a mother to you.
Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
Count. 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 enwombed mine: "Tis often seen, Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign seeds: You ne'er oppress'd 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 distemper'd messenger of wet, The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye *
Why?—that you are my daughter?
The count Rousillon cannot be my brother:
Count. Nor I your mother?
Hel. You are my mother, madam; "Would you
(So that my lord, your son, were not my brother,)
Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in
God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother,
Hel. Good madam, pardon me!
* i. e. I care as much for: I wish it equally. 2 Contend. * The source, the cause of your grief. * According to their nature:
Count. Love you my son 2
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 Have to the full appeach'd.
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; Yet never know how that desert should be. I know I love in vain, strive against hope; Yet, in this captious and intenible 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 r 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 aged honour cites a virtuous youth,” Did ever, in so true a flame of liking, Wish chastly, and love dearly, that your Dian Was both herself and love;4 O then, give pity
3 i. e. Whose respectable conduct in age proves that you were no less virtuous when young. 4 i. e. Venus.
To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
To go to Paris? .
Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear.
Count. - This was your motive
Hel. My lord your son made me to think of
Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,
Count. But think you, Helen, *
5 Receipts in which greater virtues were enclosed than appeared, t