Hel. Thanks, Sir;-all the reft is mute.

Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw Amesace for my life.

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

[To the fecond Lord.

Love make your fortunes twenty times above

Her that fo wishes, and her humble love! 2 Lord. No better, if you pleafe.

Hel. My with receive,

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

Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand fhould 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. Thefe boys are boys of ice, they'll none of her: fure they are baftards 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.

4 Lord. Fair one, I think not fo.

Laf. There's one grape yet,

[To the fourth

Par. I am fure thy father drunk wine.-
Laf. But if thou be'ft not an ass, 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 whilst I live,

Into your guided power. This is the man. [To Bertram, King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, fhe's thy wife.

Ber. My wife, my Liege? I fhall befeech your In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use

The help of mine own eyes.

King. Know ft thou not, Bertram,

What the hath done for me?

[Highness,

Ber. Yes, my good Lord,.

But never hope to know why I fhould

marry hers.

King. Thou know'ft, fhe has rais'd me from my
fickly bed.

Ber. But follows it, my Lord, to bring me down
Muft anfwer for your rifing? I know her well:
She had her breeding at my father's charge:

A poor phyfician's daughter my wife !-Difdain
Rather corrupt me ever!

King. 'Tis only title thou difdain'ft 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 diftinétion, yet stand off
In differences fo mighty. If the be

All that is virtuous, fave what thou diflik 'ft
A poor phyfician's daughter, thou diflik'st
Of virtue for the name: but do not fo.
From loweft place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignify'd by th' doer's deed,
Where great addition fwells, and virtue none,
It is a dropfied honour: good alone

Is good; and, with a name, vileness is fo:
The property by what it is fhould go,
Not by the title. She is good, wife, fair;
In thefe, to nature fhe's immediate heir;
And these breed honour. That is honour's fcorn,
Which challenges itfelf 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 fhould be faid?
If thou can't like this creature as a maid,

I can create the reft: 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 thyfelf, if thou should'ft ftrive
to chufe.

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

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

Proud fcornful boy, unworthy this good gift!
That doth in vile mifprifion fhackle up

My love, and her defert; that canst not dream,
We, poizing us in her defective fcale,

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 difdain, but prefently

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 ftaggers, and the carelefs lapfe

Of youth and ignorance; my revenge and hate
Loofing upon thee in the name of justice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak, thine anfwer.
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 fhe, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
The prized of the King; who, fo ennobled,
Is as 'twere born fo.

King. Take her by the hand,

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

A balance more replete.

Ber. I take her hand.

King. Good fortune and the favour of the King Smile upon this contract; whofe 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 abfent friends. As thou lov ft her, Thy love's to me religious; elfe does err. [Exeunt SCENE VII. Manent Parolles and Lafeu. Laf. Do you hear, Monfieur? a word with you. Par. Your pleasure, Sir?

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

cantation.

Par. Recantation ?-my lord? my master ?

Laf. Ay, is it not a language I fpeak?

Par. A moft harfh one, and not to be understood without bloody fucceeding. 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 mafter is of another ftyle.

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 pafs: yet the fcarfs and the bannerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade me from believing thee a veffel of too great a burthen.. I have now found thee; when I lofe thee again, I care not :: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up, and that thou'rt fcarce worth.

Par. Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee

Laf. Do not plunge thyfelf 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 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 fcruple.

Par. Well, I fhall 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 fcarf 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 unfupportable vexation.

***

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

[Exit. Par. Well, thou haft a fon shall take this difgrace off me; fcurvy, old, filthy, feurvy 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 mistress.

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

Laf. Who? God?

Par. Ay, Sir.

Laf. The devil it is that's thy mafter. Why doft thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion? doft make hofe of thy fleeves? do other fervants fo? thou wert beft fet thy lower part where thy nofe ftands. By mine honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'd beat thee. Methinks thou art a general offence, and every man fhould beat thee. I think thou waft created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.

Par. This is hard and undeferved meafure, 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 fawcy with Lords and honourable perfonages, than the heraldry of

Here is a line loft after paff; fo that it should be distinguished by a break with afterisks. The very words of the loft line it is impoffible to retrieve; but the fenfe is obvious enough. For doing I am paft; age has deprived me of much of my force and vigour ; yet I have ftill enough to fhew the world I can do myfelf right; as I will by thee, in what motion [or in the best manner] age will give me leave. Mr Warburton.