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thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. (Trumpets
sound.) The king's coming, I know by his trumpets.-
Sirrah, inquire farther after me; I had talk of sou last
night : though you are a fool and a knave, you shall
eat; go to, follow.
Par. I praise God for you.
[Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A Room in the Countess's
Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LAFEU,
Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, &c.
King. We lost a jewel of her ; and our esteem
Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
Her estimation home.
'Tis past, my liego :
And I beseech your majesty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth,
When oil and ire, too strong for reason's force,
O'erbears it, and burns on.
My honour'd lady,
I have forgiven and forgotten all;
Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
And watch'd the time to shoot.
This I must say,
But first I beg my pardon,- The young lord
Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
Ofrence of mighty note ; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all : he lost a wife,
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
Whose dear perfection, bearts, that scorn'd to serve,
Humbly call'd mistress.
Praising what is lost,
Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him
We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
All repetition. Let him not ask our pardon ;
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion do we bury
The incensing relics of it. Let him approach,
A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
So 'tis our will he should.
I shall, my liege.
[Exit Gentleman. King. What says he to your daughter ? have you
Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness.
King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters
That set hin high in fame.
He looks well on't.
King. I am not a day of season,
For thou may'st see a sunshine and a hail
In me at once : Bat to the brightest beams
Distracted clouds give way; 80 stand thou forth,
The time is fair again.
My high-repented blames,
sovereign, pardon to me.
All is whole;
word more of the consumed time.
Let's take the instant by the forward topi
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them: You remember
The daughter of this lord ?
Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue:
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
Scorn'd a fair colour, or expressid it stol'n ;
Extended or contracted all proportions,
To a most hideous object : Thence it came,
That she, whom all men praised, and whom mysell,
Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine ege
The dust that did offend it.
Well excused : That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away From the great compt: But love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried. To the great sender turns a sour offence. Make trivial price of serious things we have, Graing, That's good that's gone : our rash faults Not knowing them, until we know their grave: oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Our own love waking cries to see what's done, While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudliu! The main consents are had; and here we'll stay
To see our widower's second marriage day,
Count. Which better than the first, o dear Heaven,
Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! [bless!
Laf: Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
Must be digested, give a favour from you,
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
That she may quickly come. By my old beard,
And every hair that's on 't, Helen, that's dead,
Was a sweet creature ; such a ring as this,
The last that e'er she took her leave at court,
I saw upon her finger.
Hers it was not.
King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,
While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to 't.-
This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,
I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
Necessitated to help, that by this token
I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her
or what should stead her most?
My most gracious sovereign,
Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
The ring was never hers.
Son, on my life,
I have seen her wear it; and she reckond it
At her life's rate.
I am sure, I saw her wear it.
Ber. You are deceived, my lord, she never saw it:
In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought
I stood engaged; but when I had subscribed
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully,
I could not answer in that course of honour
As she had made the overture, she ceased,
In heavy satisfaction, and would never
Receive the ring again.
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
Hath not in nature's mystery more science,
Than I have in this ring : 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
Whoever gave it you: Then, if you know
That you are well acquainted with yourself,
Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
You got it from her : she call'd the saints to surety,
That she would never put it from her finger,
Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,
(Where you have never come,) or sent it us
Upon her great disaster,
She never saw it.
Dia. Derived My suit, And the
Wid. Both sud And both
Ber. But that
Dia. Ber. S
King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me,
Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove
That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove 50-
And yet I know not :---thou didst hate her deadls,
And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
Her eyes mysell, could win me to believe,
More than to see this ring.- Take him away
(Guards scize Bertran.)
My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
Shall tax my fears of little vanity,
Having rainly fear'd too little.-Away with him ;-
We'll sist this matter farther.
If you shall prove
This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Prove, that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Where yet she never was.
Enter a Gentleman.
King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not ;
Here's a petition from a Florentine,
Who hath, for four or five removes, come short
To tender it herself. I undertook it,
Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech
of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know,
Is here attending : her business looks in her
With an importing visage ; and she told me,
In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
Your highness with hersell.
King. (Reads.) Upon his many protestations
marry me, when his wife was dead, Illush to say t';
his vors are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to
follow him to his country for justice: Grant it me,
King; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flou.
rishes, and a poor maid is undone.
Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll
DIANA CAPULET. bim for this, I'll none of him.
King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery -Seek these suitors :Go speedily, and bring again the count.
(Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants.
You gis Yavi: You cis For lbs Thales Either
But. Whom larte Than
I am afear'd, the life of Helen, lady,
Was foully snatch'd.
Now, justice on the doers!
Enter BERTRAM, guarded.
King. I wonder, sir, since wires are monsters to you,
And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,
Yet you desire to marry.- What woman's that?
Rc-enler Gentleman, zith Widow, and DIANA.
Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Derived from the ancient Capulct;
My suit, as I do understand, you know,
And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
Both suffer under this complaint we bring.
And both shall cease, without your remedy.
King. Come hither, count: Do you know these
Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny
But that I know them : do they charge me farther!
Día. Why do you loek so strange upon your wife
Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
If you shall marry,
You give away this hand, and that is mine ;
You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;
You give away myself, which is known mine;
For I by vow.am so embodied yours,
That she which marries you must marry me,
Either both, or none.
Laf. Your reputation (to Bertram) comes too short for my daughter, you are po husband for her.
Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate ereature,
Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness
Lay more noble thought upon mine honour,
Than for to think that I would sink it here.
King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to
Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your honour,
Than in my thought it lies !
Good mş lord,
Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
He had not my virginity.
King. What say'st thou to her ?
She's impudent my lord;
And was a common gamester to the camp.
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord ; if I were so,
He might have bought me at a common price :
Do not believe him: 0, behold this ring.
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