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But first I beg my pardon,—the young lord
Praising what is lost
I shall, my liege. [Exit Gentleman.
spoke ? Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highKing. Then shall we have a match. I have letters
That set him high in fame.
He looks well on't.
My high repented blames,
All is whole ;
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Well excus'd :
Hers it was not.
1 sour: in f. e. ? This and the next line are erased by the MS. emendator of the folio, 1632. 3f. e. assign this and the next line to the Countess. * Old copies : cesse.
5 ere I : in f. e.
This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,
My gracious sovereign,
Son, on my life,
I am sure I saw her wear it.
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Than I have in this ring: 't was mine, 't was Helen's, Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know That you are well acquainted with 't yourself, Confess 't was 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. Ber.
She never saw it. 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,-'t will not prove so ;And yet I know not :—thou didst hate her deadly, And she is dead ;—which nothing, but to close Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
1 An allusion to the Alchemists.
More than to see this ring.-Take him away.
(Guards seize BERTRAM.
If you shall prove
Exit BERTRAM, guarded.
Gracious sovereign, 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 herself.
King. [Reads.] “Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me.
Now is the count Rousillon a widower: his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour 's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice. Grant it me, O king! in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. “DIANA CAPILET."
Laf. I will buy me a son-in-la in a fair, and toll him : 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. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd. Count.
Now, justice on the doers ! 1 Enter a Gentleman: in f. e. 2 A “toll” was paid for the privilege of selling a horse at a fair.
Re-enter BERTRAM, guarded. King. I wonder, sir, for, wives are monsters to you,' And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry - What woman's that?
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and DIANA. Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capilet : (Kneeling My suit, 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, county'. Do you know these
women ? Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny But that I know them. Do they charge me farther? Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife ?
(Rising: Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. Dia.
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. (To BERTRAM.] Your reputation comes too short for my daughter : you are no husband for her.
Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with.
highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than so to think that I would sink it here. [friend,
King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill tó
Good my lord,
King. What say'st thou to her ?
She 's impudent, my lord ;
1 This word is inserted in place of "sir,” in Lord F. Egerton's MS. annotated folio, 1623. 2 Not in f. e. 3 count: in f. o. Not in f. e.