[Exeunt severally.]
SCENE III. Paris. The King’s palace.
Enter Bertram, Lafew and Parolles.
LAFEW.
They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons to make modern and familiar things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
PAROLLES.
Why, ’tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times.
BERTRAM.
And so ’tis.
LAFEW.
To be relinquish’d of the artists,—
PAROLLES.
So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus.
LAFEW.
Of all the learned and authentic fellows,—
PAROLLES.
Right; so I say.