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She had her breeding at my father's charge :
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,
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 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 CE N E · VII.
Manent Parolles and Lafeu. Laf. Do you hear, Monfieur ? a word with you.
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
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
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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. I most unseignedly beseech your Lordship to
Laf. Who? God?
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
very good, let it be conceal'd a while.
Ber. Although before the folmn Priest I've sworn,
Par. What? what, sweet heart?
Par. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot: to th' wars.