ACT V

SCENE I. Marseilles. A street.

Enter Helena, Widow and Diana with two Attendants.

HELENA. But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low. We cannot help it. But since you have made the days and nights as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold you do so grow in my requital As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;—

Enter a Gentleman.

This man may help me to his majesty’s ear, If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.

GENTLEMAN. And you.

HELENA. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.

GENTLEMAN. I have been sometimes there.

HELENA. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen From the report that goes upon your goodness; And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to The use of your own virtues, for the which I shall continue thankful.

GENTLEMAN. What’s your will?

HELENA. That it will please you To give this poor petition to the king, And aid me with that store of power you have To come into his presence.

GENTLEMAN. The king’s not here.

HELENA. Not here, sir?