Count. 'Tis past, my liege: And I beseech your majesty to make it Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth; King. My honour'd lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all; Though my revenges were high bent upon him, Laf. Of richest eyes; whose words al ears took captive; Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serve, Humbly call'd mistress. King. Praising what is lost, Well, call him Makes the remembrance dear. hither We are reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Gent. I shall, my liege. King. What says he to your daughter? have you spoke? Laf. All that he is hath reference to your high ness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me, That set him high in fame. Laf. Enter BERTRAM. He looks well on't. King. I am not a day of season', For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail ·Ber. My high-repented blames, Dear sovereign pardon to me. All is whole; Not one word more of the consumed time. Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart King. Well excus'd: That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away From the great compt: But love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offence, 5 i. e. Of uninterrupted rain. grave: Make trivial price of serious things we have, Count. Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless! Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease! name Must be digested, give a favour from you, Ber. Hers it was not. King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't. Necessitied to help, that by this token I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her Of what should stead her most? Ber. Count. My gracious sovereign, Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it At her life's rate. Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it. Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it : In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought I stood ingag'd': but when I had subscrib'd To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully, I could not answer in that course of honour As she had made the overture, she ceas'd, In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the ring again. King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement (Where you have never come,) or sent it us Ber. She never saw it. King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour; And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove That thou art so inhuman, -'twill not prove so; And I know not: yet thou didst hate her deadly, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, More than to see this ring. Take him away. [Guards seize BERTRAM. My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Having vainly fear'd too little.-Away with him ;We'll sift this matter further. 6 In the sense of unengaged. The philosopher's stone. Ber. If you shall prove This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet she never was. [Exit BERTRAM, guarded. Enter a Gentleman. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Gent. Gracious sovereign, 8 come short Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice: Grant it me, O king; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. DIANA CAPULET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee, To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors: [Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. 8 9 Pay toll for him. |