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King. What says he to your daughter? Have you spoke? Laf. All, that he is, hath reference to your Highness.
King. Then Mall we have a match. I have letters fent That let him high in fame.
King. I'm not a day of season,
Ber. My high-repented blames,
King. All is whole,
Ber. Admiringly, my Liege. At first
King. Well excus'd:
gi 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 :
Count. (40) Which better than the first, o dear heav'n, Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! [bless,
Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name Must be digefted : give a favour from you To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, That he may-quickly come. By my old beard, And ev'ry 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 leavę at court, I saw upon her finger.
Ber. Hers it was not.
King. Now, pray you, let me see it. For mine eye,
Ber. My gracious Sovereign,
Or, ere tbey meet, in me, 0 nature, cease !) I have ventur'd, against the authority of the printed copies, to prefix the Countess's name to these two lines. The King appears, indeed, to be a fa. vourer of Bertram : but if Bertram should make a bad husband the second time, why should it give the King such mortal pangs? A fond and disappointed mother might reasonably not defire to live to see such a day: and from her the with of dying, rather than to behold it, comes with propriety.
Count, Son, on my life,
Laf. I'm sure, I saw her wear it.
Ber. You are deceiv'd, my Lord, she never saw it;
King. Plutus himself,
it you: then if you know,
King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
yet I know not-thou didft hate her deadly,
noble pe was, and tbought I food engag’d ;-] I con't understand this reading; if we are to understand, that the thought Bertram engagid to her in affection, insnar'd by her charms, this meaning is too obscurely express'do The context rather makes me believe, that the Poet wrote,
-noble Me was, and thought
I food ungag'd; i. e, unengaged : neither my heart, nor person, dispos’d of.
And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
(Guards seize Bertram.
Ber. If you shall prove,
[Exit Bertram guarded.
Enter a Gentleman.
Geni. Gracious Sovereign,
The King reads a letter. 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, bis vows are forfeited to me, and my bonours paid to him. He ftole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to this country for justice: grant it me, O King, in you it beft lies; otherwise a seducer flou. risbes, 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. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu,
To bring forth this discov'ry, Seek these suitors!
Count. Now justice on the doers !
King. I wonder, Sir, wives are so monstrous to you,
Enter Widow, and Diana.
Wid. I am her mother, Sir, whose age and honour
King. Come hither, Count; do you know these women!'
Ber. My Lord, I neither can nor will deny
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
Laf. Your reputation comes too short for my daugh. ter, you are no husband for her
[T. Bertrani. Ber. My Lord, this is a fond and desp’rāte creature, Whom fometime I have laugh'd with: let your Highness Lay a mort n ble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would fink it here.
king. Sir, fir my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, 'Till your deeds gain them fairer : prove your honour, Then in my thought it lics.