But first I beg my pardon,-the young lord Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive; Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve Humbly call'd mistress. We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit Gentleman. King. What says he to your daughter? have you spoke ? Laf. All that he is hath reference to your high ness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters Laf. Enter BERTRAM. 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; but to the brightest beams Distracted clouds give way: so stand thou forth; Ber. My high repented blames, All is whole; Dear sovereign, pardon to me. Ber. My liege, at first VOL. III.-20 I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart To a most hideous object. Thence it came, King. Well excus'd: 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, Our rash faults To the great sender turns a sore1 offence, Laf. Which better than the first, O, dear heaven, bless !3 Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease1. Ber. 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.— 1 sour in f. e. 2 This and the next line are erased by the MS. emendator of the folio, 1632. 3 f. e. assign this and the next line to the Countess. 5 ere I in f. e. 4 Old copies cesse. This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, Necessitied to help, that by this token I would relieve her. Had you that craft to reave her Of what should stead her most? Ber. Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never hers. Count. My gracious sovereign, Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckon❜d it Laf. I am sure I saw her wear it. Ber. You are deceiv'd: 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 engag'd; but when I had subscrib'd 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 ceas'd, In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the ring again. King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,1 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 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. My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Having vainly fear'd too little.-Away with him! Ber. 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. [Exit BERTRAM, guarded. Enter the Gentleman, a Stranger.1 King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Gracious sovereign, Gent. Who hath, for four or five removes, come short Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech 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-law 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,1 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, as I do understand, you know, Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour 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? Ber. She's none of mine, my lord. [Rising.* If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine; You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; That she which marries you must marry me ; 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. Let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, [friend, 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. Dia. Good my lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think He had not my virginity. King. What say'st thou to her? Ber. 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. e. * Not in f. e. |