his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further after me, I had talk of you laft night; tho' you are a fool and a knave, fhall you eat; go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you. SCENE [Exeunt. III. Flourish. Enter King, Countefs, Lafeu, the two French Lords, with Attendants. King. E loft a jewel of her, our efteem WE Was made much poorer by it; but your As mad in folly, lack'd the fenfe to know Count. 'Tis past, my Liege; And I beseech your Majefty to make it King. My honour'd Lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all; Tho' my revenges were high bent upon him, But first I beg my pardon; the young Lord Of richeft eyes; whose words all ears took captive; King. Praifing what is loft, Makes the remembrance dear. Well-call him hither; We're reconcil'd, and the firft view fhall kill All repetition: let him not afk our pardon. M 6 And And deeper than oblivion we do bury Th' incenfing relics of it. Let him approach, Gent. I fhall, my Liege. King. What fays he to your daughter? Have you spoke ? Laf. All, that he is, hath reference to your Highness. King. Then fhall we have a match. I have letters fent me, That fet him high in fame. E SCENE IV. Enter Bertram. Laf. He looks well on't. King. I'm not a day of feafon, For thou may'ft fee a fun-fhine and a hail Ber. My high repented blames, King. All is whole, Not one word more of the consumed time, For we are old, and on our quick'ft decrees Ber. Admiringly, my Liege. At first Extended Extended or contracted all proportions King. Well excus'd: That thou doft love her, ftrikes fome scores away To the great fender turns a fore offence, Count. Which better than the firft, O dear heav'n, blefs, Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! I faw upon her finger. Ber. Her's it was not. King. Now, pray you, let me fee it: For mine eye, While I was fpeaking, oft was faften'd to't. This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, Neceffitied to help, that by this token I would I would relieve her. Had you that craft to reave her Of what should ftead her moft? Ber. My gracious Sovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it fo, The ring was never her's. Count. Son, on my life, I've seen her wear it, and she reckon'd it Laf. I'm fure, I faw her wear it. Ber. You are deceiv'd, my Lord, she never saw it; In Florence was it from a cafement thrown me, Wrap'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Of her that threw it: Noble fhe was, and thought I flood engag'd; but when I had fubfcrib'd To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, I could not anfwer in that course of honour As fhe had made the overture, fhe ceaft In heavy fatisfaction, and would never King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Than I have in this ring. 'Twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Confefs 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement Unless she gave it to yourself in bed, (Where you have never come) or fent it us Upon her great disaster. Ber. She never faw it. King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine ho nour; And mak'ft conject'ral fears to come into me, Which I would fain fhut out; if it fhould prove That thou art so inhuman-'twill not prove foAnd yet I know not-thou didst hate her deadly, And And she is dead; which nothing, but to close [Guards feize Bertram. My fore-paft proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him, We'll fift this matter further. Ber. If you fhall prove, This ring was ever hers, you fhall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, [Exit Bertram guarded. King. "M wrap'd in dismal thinkings. Whether I've been to blame or no, I know not: * Who hath fome four or five removes come short To tender it herself. I undertook it, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech The King reads a letter. Upon his many proteftations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the Count Roufillon a widower, his vows are forfeited to me, and Who hath for four or five removes come fhort] We should read, Who hath fome four or five removes come fhort. So in King Lear, For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother, my |