To cure the desperate [languishings] whereof
The king is render'd lost.
Count. This was your motive
For Paris, was it? speak.
Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this;
Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,
Had from the conversation of my thoughts
[Haply] been absent then.
Count. But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed aid,