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for you: Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business.
Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one singleword. LAF. You beg a single penny
ore: come, you shall ha't; save your word.
PAR. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
LAF. You beg more than word then. - Cox'my paffion! give me your hand: How does your drum?
PAR. O my good lord, you were the first that found me. LAF. Was I, infooth ? and I was the first that lost thee.
Par. It lies on you, my lord, to bring me in some grace,
for you did bring me out. LAF. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the devil ? one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out.[Trumpet.] The king's coming, I know by his trumpets. – Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk of you last night: though you are a fool, and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow. PAR. I praise God for you.
SCENE III. The same. A Room of State in the Palace,
Flourish. Enter King, Countess, LAFEU,
Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, &c.
Cou. 'Tis paft, my liege:
O'er-bears it, and burns on.
Kin. My honour'd lady,
LAF. This I must say, –
Kin. Praising what is loft
[Exit Gentleman. Kin. What says he to your daughter? have you spoke? LAF. All that he is hath reference to your highness.
Kin. Then fhall we have a match. I have letters fent That fet him high in fame.
[me, Enter BERTRAM, LAF. He looks well on't.
Kin. I am not a day of season,
In me at once : But to the brightest beams
BER. My high-repented blames,
Kin. All is whole ;
BER. Admiringly, my liege; At the first âght
my tongue :
Kin. Well excus'd : That thou did'It love her, strikes some scores away From the great compt: But love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carry'd, To the great sender turns a four offence, Crying, That's good that's gone : our own raih faults Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them, until we know their grave:
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
Tou. Which, better than the firft, o dearheaven, bless! Or, ere they meet, in me, o nature, cease !
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,
(receiving a Ring from Bertram. 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.
BER. Her's it was not.
Ber. My gracious sovereign,
At her life's rate.
LAF. I am sure, I saw her wear it.
BER. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it :
Kin. Plutus himself,
: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Whoever gave it
you : Then, if you know That you are well acquainted with yourself, Confess 'twas her's, 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
have never come, or sent it us Upon her great disaster. Ber. She never saw it.
Kin. Thou speak’ft it falsely, as I love mine honour ;
I know not: thou did'It hate her deadly,
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