Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ba't: save your word. Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. Laf. You beg more than one word then.Cox' my passion! give me your hand :- How does your drum? Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found me. Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee. Par. It lies in 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. [Trumpets sound.] 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 in the Countess's Palace. [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter King, Countess, LAFEU, Lords, Gentlemen, Guards, &c. King. 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. Count. 'Tis past, 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, O'erbears it, and burns on. King. 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 lost a wife, Whose beauty did astonish the survey Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took cap tive; Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serve, Humbly call'd mistress. King. Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear.-Well, call him hither; We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill The incensing relicks of it: let him approach, Gent. I shall, my liege, 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 sent me, That set him high in fame. Laf. Enter BERTRAM. He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season, For thou mayst see as unshine and a hail Ber. My high-repented blames, Dear sovereign, pardon to me. All is whole; King. 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'st 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 first I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Which warp'd the line of every other favour; Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye King. Well excus'd: That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away [late, From the great compt: But love, that comes too 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 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. Count. Which better than the first, O dear heaven, 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, Ber. I would relieve her: Had you that craft to reave Of what should stead her most? VOL. III. G [her Ber. My gracious sovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never hers. Count. 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: Whoever gave it you: Then if you know ment 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. 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,-'twill not prove 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: 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; We'll sift this matter further. 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. Enter a Gentleman. [Exit BERTRAM, guarded. Gracious sovereign, King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Gent. 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 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 CAPULET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for him: for this, I'll none of him. Lafeu, King. The heavens have thought well on thee, [ors :To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitGo, speedily, and bring again the count. [Exeunt Gentleinan, 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, |