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Into your guided power: this is the man. [To Bertram. King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, she's thy

wife. Ber. My wife, my Liege? I shall beseech your High

ness, In such a business give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes.

King. Know'st thou not, Bertram, What the hath done for me?

Ber. Yes, my good Lord, But never

hope to know why I should marry her.
King. Thou know'ft, she has rais'd me from my sick.

ly bed.
Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down
Muft answer for your raising? I know her well :
She had her breeding at my father's charge :
A poor phyfician's daughter my wife!

-Disdain
Rather corrupt me ever!

King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'ft in her, the which 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 the be All that is virtuous, (lave what thou diflik'i, A poor physician's daughter,) thou dislik’ft Of virtue for the name: but do not fo. (13) 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 dropfied honour ; good alone, Is good without a name. Vileness is so : The property by what it is should

go, Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair ;. In these, to nature she's immediate heir ; (13) From lowest Place, whence virtuous Things proceed,

The Place is dignified by th' Door's Deed.] 'Tis strange, that none of the Editors could perceive, that both the Sentiment and Grammar are defe&tive here. The easy Corre&ion, which I have given, was prescribed to me by the ingenious Dr. Thirlby.

And

And these 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 Nave
Debaucht on every tomb, on every grave ;
A lying trophy ; (14) and as oft is dumb,
Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones, indeed. What should be said
If thou can'st like this creature as a maid,
I can create the rest: virtue 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's strive

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

King. (15) 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! That doft in vile misprifion fackle up My love, and her desert ; that canst 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

(14)

and as oft is dumb,
Where Duft and damn'd Oblivion is the Tomb.

Of honour'd Bones, indeed, what Mould be said?] This is fuch pretty Stuff, indeed, as is only worthy of its accurate Editors! The Transposition of an innocent Stop, or two, is a Task above their Diligence : especially, if common Sense is to be the Result of it. The Regulation, I have given, must Atrike every Reader so at first Glance, that it needs not a Word in Confirmation. (15) My Honour's at the Stake; which to defeat

I must produce my pow'r.] The poor King of France is again made a Man of Gotham, by. our unmerciful Editors : What they make him say, is mere mock-reasoning: For he is not to make use of his Authority to defeat, but to defend, his Honour.

We

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 justice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak, thine answer.

Ber. Pardon, my gracious Lord; for I submit
My fancy to your eyes. When I confider,
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 praised of the King; who, fo enobled,
Is, as 'twere, born so.

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

Ber. I take her hand.

King. Good fortune, and the favour of the King Smile upon this contract ; whose

ceremony
Shall seem expedient on the new-born brief,
And be perform'd to night; the solemn feaft
Shall more attend upon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'it her,
Thy love's to me religious ; else does err. (Exeunt.

Manent Parolles and Lafeu.
Laf. Do you hear, Monsieur ? a word with you.
Par. Your pleasure, Sir?

Laf. Your Lord and Master did well to make his ree cantation.

Par. Recantation ?- my Lord ? my Master ?
Laf. Ay, is it not a language I speak !

Par. À most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My mafter ? Laf. Are you companion to Count Roufillon?

Par,

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

man.

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

Par. You are too old, Sir ; let it satisfie 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 didit 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 burthen. 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'st scarce worth.

Par. Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee

Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, left thou haften thy tryal ; 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.

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

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

Par. I have not, my Lord, deferv'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 beeft 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 lay in the default, he is a man I know.

ÞarMy Lord, you do me most insupportable vexation,

Laf

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 haft a son shall take this disgrace off me; fcurvy, old, filthy, scurvy Lord !well, I muk 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 Master's married, there's news for you : you have a new mistress.

Par. I most unfeignedly beseech your Lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs. He, my 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 falhion ? doft make hofe of thy sleeves ? do other servants for thou wert beft fet 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 picking à kernel out of a pomegranate ; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller: you are more sawcy with lords and honourable personages, than the commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you.

[Exit. Enter Bertram. Par. Good, very good, it is so then. - Good, very good, let it be conceal'd a while.

Ber.

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