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Hel. Thanks, Sir;—all the rest is mute.
Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw Amesace for my life.
Hel. The honour, Sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threat’ningly replies:
[To the second Lord, Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love!
2 Lord. No better, if you pleafe.
Hel. My wifh receive,
Laf. Do all they deny her? If they were fons of mine, I'd have them whipt, or I would send them to the Turk to make eunuchs of. Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take;
[To the third, I'll never do you wrong for your own sake: Blessing upon your vows, and in your bed Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed !
Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none of her: sure they are baitards to the English, the French ne'er
Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourfelf a fun out of my blood.
[To the fourth, 4. Lord. Fair one, I think not fo. Laf. There's one grape yet, Par. I am sure thy father drunk wine.
Laf. But if thou be'st not an afs, I am a Youth of fourteen, I have known thee already.
Hel. I dare not say, I take you; but I give Me and my service, ever whilft I live, Into your guided power. This is the man. [To Bertram, King. Why then, young Bertiam, take her, she's
thy wife. Ber. My wife, my Liege ? I shall beseech your In such a bufiness give me leave to use [Highnessy The help of mine own eyes.
King. Know it thou rot, Bertram,
Ber. Yes, my good Lord,
King. Thou know'it, she has rais'd me from my
fickly bed. Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down Must answer for your rising? I know her well: She had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor physician's daughter my wife !-Difdain Rather corrupt me ever!
King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which I can build
up: : strange is it, that our bloods,
Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
to chuse. Hil. That you are well restor’d, my Lord, I'm glad : Let the rest go.
King. My honour's at the fake; which to defendy, I mit produce my power. Here, take her hand.
Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift!
Ber. Pardon, my gracious Lord; for I submit
King. Take her by the hand,
Ber. I take her hand.
King. Good fortune and the favour of the King
SCENE VII. Manent Parolles and Lafeu.
Laf. Your lord and maiter did well to make his rez eantation.
Par. Recantation ?mmy lord ? my master.
Laf. Ay, is it not a language I speak?
Par. A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master!
Laf. Are you companion to the Count Rousillon?
Laf. To what is Count's man; Count's master is of another style.
Par. You are too old, Sir; let it satisfy you, you are
Laf. I must tell thee, firrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring thee.
Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
Laf. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty wise fellow: thou didît make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might país: yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burthen. I have now found thee; w I lose thee again, I care not : yet art thou good for nothing but taking up, and that thou’rt scarce worth.
Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee
Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, left thou. haften thy trial; which if, Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! fo, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, look thro' thee. Give me thy hand.
Par. My Lord, you give me most egregious in dignity.
Laf. Ay, with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it.
Par. I have not, my Lord, deserv'd it.
Laf. Yes, good faith, ev'ry dram of it; and I will not bate thee a scruple.
Par. Well, I shall be wiser
Laf. Ev’n as soon as thou can'ft, for thou hast to pull at a smack o'th'contrary. If ever thou beest bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the default, he is a man I know.
Par. My Lord, you do me moft unsupportable vexation,
Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy fake, and my poor doing eternal : for doing, I am past ti I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
[Exit. Par. Well, thou haft a fon thall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, fcurvy Lord !-Well, I must be patient, there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were double and double a Lord. I'll have no more pity of his age, than I would have of
-I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.
Re-enter Lafeu. Laf. Sirrah, your lord and mafter's married; there's news for you : you have a new mistress.
Par. I moft unfeigncdly befeech your Lord'hip to make some reservation of your wrongs. He, my good Lord, whom I serve above, is my maiter.
Laf. Who? God?
Laf. The devil it is that's thy master. Why doft thou garter up thy arms o’this fashion doft make hose of thy fleeves ? do other servants so ? thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'd beat thee. Methinks thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee. I think thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my Lord.
Laf. Go to, Sir; you were beaten in Italy for picke ing a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller : you are more fawcy with Lórds and honourable personages, than the heraldry of
+ Here is a line loft after past; so that it should be distinguished by a break with asterisks. The very words of the lost line it is impossible to retrieve; but the sense is obviaris enough. For doing I am past ; age has deprived me of much of my force and yet I have stili enough to fhew the world I can do myself right; ad I will be thee, in what motion (or in the best manner] age will gius we leave. : Mr Warburton.