_King._ 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 45 Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive The confirmation of my promised gift, Which but attends thy naming. _Enter three or four_ Lords. Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing, 50 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. _Hel._ To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress Fall, when Love please! marry, to each, but one! 55 _Laf._ I'd give bay Curtal 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, 60 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: 65 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.' _King._ Make choice; and, see, Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me. 70 _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? _First Lord._ And grant it. _Hel._ Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. _Laf._ I had rather be in this choice than throw 75 Ames-ace for my life. _Hel._ 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! 80 _Sec. Lord._ No better, if you please. _Hel._ My wish receive, Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave. _Laf._ 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. 85 _Hel._ Be not afraid 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! _Laf._ These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have 90 her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got 'em. _Hel._ You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of my blood.