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She had her breeding at my father's charge :
A poor physician's daughter my wife! -- Disdain
Rather corrupt me ever!

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King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the
I can build up: ftrange is it, that our bloods,
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
In differences, so mighty. If she be
All that is virtuous (save what thou dislik'st
A poor physician's daughter,) thou dislik'st
Of virtue for the name : but do not fo.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignify'd by th' doer's deed.
Where great addition swells, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour; good alone
Is good; and, with a name, vileness is fo:
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is good, wise, fair;
In these, to nature she's immediate heir ;
And ihese breed honour: That is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the fire. Honours best thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our fore-goers : the mere word's a llave
Debaucht on every tomb, on ev'ry grave;
A lying trophy; and as oft is dumb,
Where duft and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones, indeed. What should be said ?
If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
I

can create the rest : virtuc and she, Is her own dow'r; honour and wealth from me.

Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't. King. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou should 'st strive

to chuse. Hel. That you are well restor’d, my lord, I'm glad: Let the rest go.

King, My honour's at the stake; which to defend, I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,

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Proud

Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift!
That doth in vile misprifion shackle up
My love, and her desert; that canft not dream,
We, poizing us in her defective scale,
Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
It is in us to plant thine honour, where
We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt :
Obey our will, which travels in thy good;
Believe not thy disdain, but presently
Do thine own fortunes that obedient right,
Which both thy duty owes, and our power

claims ;
Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
Into the staggers, and the careless lapse
Of youth and ignorance; my revenge and hate
Loofing upon thee in the name of jultice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak, thine answer.

Ber. Pardon, my gracious Lord; for I submit
My fancy to your eyes. When I consider,
What great creation, and what dole of honour
Flies where you bid; I find, that she, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
The prised of the King ; who, so enobled,
Is, as 't were, born fo.

King. Take her by the hand,
And tell her, she is ihine : to whom I promise
A counterpoize; if not in thy estate,
A balance more replete.

Ber. I take her hand.

King. Good fortune and the favour of the King Snile upon this contract; whose ceremony Shall seem expedient on the new-born brief, And be perform'd to night; the folemn feast Shall more attend upon the coming space, Expecting absent friends. As thou lov ft her, Thy love's to me religious; else does err. [Exeunt.

S GENE

S CE N E · VII.

Manent Parolles and Lafeu. Laf. Do you hear, Monfieur ? a word with you.

Sir
Laf. Your Lord and Master did well to make his
recantation.
Par. Recantation ?

my
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? Par. To any Count; to all Counts; to what is

man.

Laf. To what is Count's man; Count's master is of another stile.

Par. You are too old, Sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old

Laf. I must tell thee, Sirrah, 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 didst make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pass; yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. I have now found thee; when 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, lest thou hasten to 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, I look thro' thee. Give me thy hand. K 6

Par.

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Par. My Lord, you give me most egregious indignity.

Laf. Ay, with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it.

Par. I have not, my Lord, desery'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 canst, for thou haft to pull at a smack o'th' contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage. I have a defire 10 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 most insupportable vexation.

Laf. I would, it were hell-pains for thy fake, and my poor doing eternal : * for doing, I am paft; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave.

(Exit. Par. Well, thou hast a son shall 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-1'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.

Re-enter Lafeu. Laf. Sirrah, your Lord and Master's married, there's news for you : you

have a new mistress. * for doing I am paft; as I will ly thee, in what motion age will give me leave.] Here is a Line lost after past; so that it should be diffinguished by a Break with Asterisks. The very Words of the loft Line it is in posible to retrieve ; but the Sense is obvious enough. For doing I am tot; Age has deprived ine of much of my Force and Vigour, yet I have still enough to fhew the World I can do inyself Riglit, as I will liy thee, in what Motion (or in the best Manner] Age will give nie leave.

Par.

He, my

Par. I most unseignedly beseech your Lordship to
make some reservation of your wrongs.
good Lord, whom I serve above, is my master.

Laf. Who? God?
Par. Ay, Sir.

Laf. The devil it is, that's thy master. Why dost 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 hut 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 picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, an no true traveller : you are more saucy with lords and honourable personages, than the heraldry of your

birth and virtue gives you commission. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave

you.

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Enter Bertram.
OOD, very good, it is so then. - Good,

very good, let it be conceal'd a while.
Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
Par. What is the inatter, sweet heart?

Ber. Although before the folmn Priest I've sworn,
I will not bed her.

Par. What? what, sweet heart?
Ber. O my Parolles, they have married me:
I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.

Par. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot: to th' wars.

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