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For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail
Ber. My high-repented blames
King. All is whole ;
Ber. Admiringly, my liege : at first
King. Well excused : That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away For the great compt: but love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offence, Crying, that's good that's gone: our rash faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, 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 llelen's knell, and now forget her. Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin: The main consents are had ; and here we'll stay To see our widower's second inarriage day. Count. Which better than the first, o dear hea.
ven, bless! Or, ere they meet, in me, 0 nature, cease!
Laf. Come un, my son, in whom my house's name Must be dig ted, give a favour from you, To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
• Faults repented of to the utmost.
That she may quickly come.-By my old beard,
Ber. Hers it was not.
her Of what should stead her most?
Ber. My gracious sovereign,
Count. Son, on my life,
Laf. 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 ingaged* : 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.
King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicinet, 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 i, Contess '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. Ber. She never saw it.
• In sense of unengaged.
# That you have the proper consciousness of your own actions.
King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine ho
nour; And makest conjectural fears to come into me, Which I would fain shut out: if it should prove That thou art so inhuman,-'twill 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, More than to see this ring.–Take him away.
(Guards seize Bertram.
Ber. If you shall prove
(Exit Bertram guarded. Enter a Gentleman. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
Gent. 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 Capulet. Laf: I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll himt; for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee,
Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery.--Seek these suitors :
• Post-stages. + Pay toll for him.
Go, speedily, and bring again the count.
(Ereunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd. Count. Now, justice on the doers !
Enter BERTRAM, guarded. King. I wonder, Sir, since 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,
Wid. I am her mother, Sir, whose age and honour
women ? Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny But that I know them: do they charge me further ?
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? 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. Your reputation [To Bertram.] comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate crea
ture, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with : let your
highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. Sir, for ny thoughts, you have them ill to
friend, Till your deeds gain them : Fairer prove your ho
nour, Than in my thought it lies !
* Decease, die.
Dia. Good my lord,
King. What say'st thou to her?
Ber. She's impudent, my lord ;
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord ; if I were so,
Count. He blushes, and 'tis it :
King. Methought, you said,
Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
Dia. I must be patient;
• Gamester when applied to a female, then meant
|| Debauched. VOL. II.
a common woman.