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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.
Kin. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem
Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
Her estimation home.

Cou. 'Tis paft, my liege:
And I beseech your majesty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth;
When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,

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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,
And watch'd the time to shoot.

LAF. This I must say, –
But first I beg my pardon, -The young lord
Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
Offence of mighty note ; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all : he loft a wife,
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
Whose dear perfection, hearts, that scorn'd to serve,
Humbly call'd mistress.

Kin. Praising what is loft
Makes the remembrance dear._Well, call him hither;.
We are reconcild, and the first view shall kill
All repetition :- Let him not ask our pardon ;
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury
The incensing reliques of it: let him approach,
A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
So 'tis our will he should.
Gen. I shall, my liege.

[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,
But thou may'st see a sunshine and a hail

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In me at once : But to the brightest beams
Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth,
The time is fair again.

BER. My high-repented blames,
Dear fovereign, pardon to me.

Kin. All is whole ;
Not one word more of the consumed time.
Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'it decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them: You remember
The daughter of this lord ?

BER. Admiringly, my liege; At the first âght
I ftuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of

my tongue :
Where the impression of mine eye enfixing,
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
Which warp'd the line of every other favour ;
Scorn'd a fair colour, or expresfd it ftoln ;
Extended, or contracted, all proportions,
To a most hideous object : Thence it came,
That she, whom all men prais’d, and whom myself,
Since I have lost, have lov’d, was in mine eye
The duft that did offend it.

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,
Destroy our friends, and after weep their duft :
Our own love waking cries to see what's done,
While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon.
Be this sweet Helen'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 marriage-day.

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.
Kin. Now, pray you, let me see it ; for mine eye,
While I was speaking, oft was faften’d to't. -
This ring was mine ; and, when I gave it Helen,
I bad her, if her fortunes ever stood
Necessity'd to help, that by this token
I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to 'reave her
Of what should stead her most?

BER. My gracious sovereign,
Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
The ring was never her's.
Cou. Son, on my

I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it

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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 :
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 stood ungag’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, the ceafʼd,
In heavy satisfaction, and would never
Receive the ring again.

Kin. Plutus himself,
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
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,
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,


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 ;
And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me,
Which I should fain shut out: If it should prove
That thou art so inhuman, — 'twill not prove fo;
And yet

I know not: thou did'It hate her deadly,
And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,

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