for you: Let the juftices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business. PAR. I beseech your honour to hear me one fingle word. LAF. You beg a fingle penny more: come, you fhall ha't; fave 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 loft thee. PAR. It lies on you, my lord, to bring me in fome grace, for you did bring me out. LAF. Out upon thee, knave! doft 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 laft night: though you are a fool, and a knave, you fhall eat; go to, follow. PAR. I praise God for you. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. A Room of State in the Palace. Flourish. Enter King, Countefs, LAFEU, Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, &c. Kin. We loft a jewel of her; and our esteem As mad in folly, lack'd the fenfe to know Cou. 'Tis paft, my liege: And I beseech your majefty to make it fon, Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth; I lies in you 31 blade of O'er-bears it, and burns on. Kin. My honour'd lady, I have forgiven, and forgotten, all: Though my revenges were high bent upon him, LAF. This I must say, But first I beg my pardon, -The young lord Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady, Of richeft eyes; whose words all ears took captive; Kin. Praising what is loft Makes the remembrance dear.___Well, call him hither; . All repetition: Let him not afk our pardon; The incenfing reliques of it: let him approach, Gen. I fhall, my liege. Enter BERTRAM. LAF. He looks well on't. Kin. I am not a day of feason, But thou may'ft fee a funshine and a hail 28 fets [me, In me at once: But to the brightest beams BER. My high-repented blames, Dear fovereign, pardon to me. Kin. All is whole; Not one word more of the confumed time. BER. Admiringly, my liege; At the first light The duft that did offend it. Kin. Well excus'd: That thou did't love her, strikes fome scores away From the great compt: But love, that comes too late, Like a remorfeful pardon flowly carry'd, To the great fender turns a four offence, Crying, That's good that's gone: our own rash faults Make trivial price of ferious things we have, Not knowing them, until we know their grave: Oft our difpleasures, to ourselves unjust, Cou. Which, better than the firft, o dear heaven, bless! Or, ere they meet, in me, o nature, cease! LAF. Come on, my fon, in whom my house's name Muft be digefted, give a favour from you, To fparkle in the fpirits of my daughter, That he may quickly come. By my old beard, And every [receiving a Ring from Bertram. hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, Was a fweet creature; such a ring as this, The last that e'er fhe took her leave at court, I faw upon her finger. BER. Her's it was not. Kin. Now, pray you, let me fee 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 bad her, if her fortunes ever stood Neceffity'd to help, that by this token I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to 'reave her Of what should stead her moft? BER. My gracious fovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it fo, The ring was never her's. Cou. Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and fhe reckon'd it At her life's rate. LAF. I am fure, 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, Wrapt in a paper, which contain'd the name Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought I ftood ungag'd; but when I had fubfcrib'd To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, I could not answer in that courfe of honour As fhe had made the overture, the ceaf'd, In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the ring again. Kin. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Where you have never come, or fent it us Upon her great disaster. BER. She never faw it. fo; Kin. Thou fpeak'ft it falfely, as I love mine honour; And mak'ft conjectural fears to come into me, Which I fhould fain fhut out: If it should prove That thou art fo inhuman, 'twill not prove And yet I know not thou did't hate her deadly, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, 7 ingag'd 13 Platus |