Hel. Thanks, Sir; -all the rest is mute.
Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw Ames-

ace for my life.

Hel. The honour, Sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threat'ningly replies:

[To the Second Lord.

Love make your fortunes twenty times above
Her that fo wishes, and her humble love!
2 Lord. No better, if you please.

Hel. My wifh receive,

Which great Love grant! and so I take my leave. Laf. Do all they deny her? If they were fons of mine, I'd have them whipt, or I would send them to the Turk to make eunuchs of.

Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take;

[To the third.

I'll never do you wrong for your own fake:
Bleffing upon your vows, and in your bed
Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!

Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none of hers fure they are bastards to the English, the French ne'er got 'em.

Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a fon out of my blood.

[To the fourth.

4 Lord. Fair one, I think not fo.
Laf. There's one grape yet,
Par. I am fure thy father drunk wine.
Laf. But if thou be'st not an afs, I am a
Youth of fourteen. I have known thee already..
Hel. I dare not fay, I take you; but I give

Me and my fervice, ever whilft I live,
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 befeech your In fuch a business give me leave to use

The help of mine own eyes.

King. Know'ft thou not, Bertram,

What she hath done for me?

Ber. Yes, my good Lord,

[Highness,

But never hope to know why I should marry her...

King. Thou know'st, she has rais'd me from my

fickly bed.

Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down Must anfwer for your rifing? 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'st in her, the which
I can build up: strange 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, save what thou diflik'ft
A poor physician's daughter, thou diflik'ft
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 so:
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is good, wife, fair;
In these, to nature she's immediate heir;
And these breed honour. That is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the fire. Honours beft thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers: the mere word's a flave
Debauch'd 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 faid?
If thou can't 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'ft thyself, if thou should'st strive

to chufe.

Hel. That you are well restor'd, my Lord, I'm glad Let the reft go.

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

.

Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift!
That doth in vile misprision shackle up
My love, and her defert; 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 justice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak, thine answer..

Ber. Pardon, my gracious Lord; for I fubmit

My fancy to your eyes. When I confider,
What great creation, and what dole of honour
Flies where you bid; I find, that the, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
The prized of the King; who, so ennobled,
Is as 'twere born fo.

King. Take her by the hand,

And tell her, she is thine: to whom I promife
A counter poize; if not in thy eftate,

A balance more replete.

Ber. I take her hand.

King. Good fortune and the favour of the King

Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony
Shall feem expedient on the new-born brief,
And be perform'd to-night; the folemn 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.

SCENE VII. Manent Parolles and Lafeu.

Laf. Do you hear, Monfieur? a word with you.
Par. Your pleafare, Sir?

Laf. Your lord and master did well to make his re

cantation.

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 mafter!

Laf. Are you companion to the Count Roufillon ? Par. To any Count; to all Counts; to what is man. Laf. To what is Count's man; Count's master is of

another style.

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

too old

Laf. I must tell thee, firrah, 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 wife fellow: thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might pass: yet the fcarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade 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'rt 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 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.

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, deserv'd it.

Laf. Yes, good faith, ev'ry dram of it; and I will not bate thee a fcruple.

Par. Well, I shall be wifer

Laf. Ev'n as foon as thou can'ft, for thou haft to pull: at a fmack 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 defire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may fay in the default, he is a man I know.

Par. My Lord, you do me most unsupportable 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 haft a son shall take this difgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy 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 I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.

Re-enter Lafeu.

Laf. Sirrah, your lord and mafter's married; there's news for you: you have a new mutress.

Par. I most unfeignedly befeech your Lordship to make fome refervation of your wrongs. He, my good Lord, whom I serve above, is my matter.

Laf. Who? God?

Par. Ay, Sir.

Laf. The devil it is that's thy master. Why doft thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of thy fleeves? do other fervants fo? thou wert best set 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 waft 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, and no true traveller: you are more sawcy with Lords and honourable personages, than the heraldry of

+ Here is a line loft after past; fo that it should be diftinguished by a break with asterisks. The very words of the loft line it is impoffible to retrieve; but the sense is obvious enough. For doing I am past; age has deprived me of much of my force and vigour; yet I have still enough to shew the world I can do myself right; as I will by thee, in what motion [or in the best manner] age will give me leave. Mr Warburton.