Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you play'd the knave with fortune, that the should scratch you, who of her felf is a good Lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her? there's a Quart-decu for you: let the juftices make you and fortune friends; I am for other bufinefs.

Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one fingle word.

Laf. You beg a fingle penny more: come, you ha't, fave your word.

fhall

Par. My name, my good Lord, is Parolles.
Laf. You beg more than one word then. Cox' my
paffion! give me your hand: how does your drum ?
Par. O my good lord, you were the firft, that found

me.

Laf. Was I, infooth? and I was the first, that lost hee.

Par. It lyes in you, my Lord, to bring me in fome grace, for you did bring me out.

Laf. Out upon thee, knave! doft thou put upon me tonce both the office of God and the Devil? one brings hee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Sound rumpets.]he King's coming, I know, by his trum ets. S ire further after me, I had talk of you

nigh at; go

Flourish.

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are a fool and a knave, you shall

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Lofe

Asad in folly, lack'd the fenfe to know
Five edimation home.

'Tis paft, my Liege;

And I beseech your Majefty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i'th' blade of youth,
When oil and fire, too ftrong for reafon's force,
O'erbears it, and burns on."

Aing. My honour'd Lady,

I have forgiven and forgotten all;

Tho' my revenges were high bent upon him,
And watch'd the time to fhoot.

Laf. This I must say,

But first I beg my pardon; the young Lord
Did to his Majefty, his mother, and his lady,
Offence of mighty note; but to him felf
The greatest wrong of all. He loft a wife,
Whofe beauty did astonish the survey

Of richeft eyes; whofe words all ears took captive;
Whofe dear perfection, hearts, that scorn'd to serve,
Humbly call'd miftrefs.

King, Praifing what is loft,

Makes the remembrance dear. Well call him hither “ ཐཱའི 3

We're reconcil'd, and the first view fhall kill
All repetition: let him not ask our pardon.
The nature of his great offence is dead,

And deeper than oblivion we do bury

Th' incenfing relicks of it. Let him approach,
A ftranger, no offender; and inform him,
So 'tis our will he fhould."

Gent. I fhall, my Liege.

3

Lofs. But how fo? Did the King contribute to her Misfortunes? Nothing like it. Or did he not do all in his Power Yes? he married Bertram to her. We must to prevent them?

ertainly read therefore;

We loft a Jewel of ber; our Eftate

Was made much poorer by it

That's the certain Confequence of any one's lofing a Jewel, be their fate to be made proportionably poorer according to es of the Lofs kiüm oW 9 16 4 1.3 Mr. Warburton.

King What fays he to your daughter?. Have you fpoke?

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.

Laf. He looks well on't.

King. I'm not a day of season,

For thou may'ft fee a fun-fhine and a hail
In me at once; but to the brightest beams
Diftracted clouds give way; fo ftand thou forth,

The time is fair again.

Ber.. My high repented blames,

Dear Sovereign, pardon to me.

King. All is whole,

Not one word more of the consumed time,
Let's take the inftant by the forward top;.
For we are old, and on our quick'it decrees
Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember.
The daughter of this Lord?

1

Ber. Admiringly, my Liege. At first I ftuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Durft make too bold a herald of my tongue : Where the impreffion of mine eye enfixing, Contempt his fcornful perfpective did lend me, Which warp'd the line of every other favouri Scorn'd a fair colour, or exprefs'd it ftoll'n : Extended or contracted all proportions

To a most hideous object: thence it came

That the, whom all men prais'd, and whom myfelf,
Since I have loft, have lov'd, was in mine eye
The duft that did offend it.

King. Well excus'd;

That thou doft love her, ftrikes fome fcores away

10

From the great compt; but love, that comes too late,

量 Like a remorfeful pardon flowly carried,

To the great fender turns a fowre offence,

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Crying

n

As mad in folly, lack'd the fenfe to know
Her eftimation home.

Count. 'Tis paft, my Liege;

And I befeech your Majefty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i'th' blade of youth,
When oil and fire, too ftrong for reafon's force,
O'erbears it, and burns on.

King. My honour'd Lady,

I have forgiven and forgotten all;

Tho' my revenges were high bent upon him,
And watch'd the time to fhoot.

Laf. This I must say,

But first I beg my pardon; the young Lord
Did to his Majefty, his mother, and his lady,
Offence of mighty note; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all. He loft a wife,
Whofe beauty did astonish the furvey

Of richeft eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
Whose dear perfection, hearts, that scorn'd to serve,
Humbly call'd mistress.

King. Praifing what is loft,

Makes the remembrance dear. Well

hither

We're reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
All repetition: let him not ask our pardon.
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury.
Th' incenfing relicks of it. Let him approach,
A ftranger, no offender; and inform him,
So 'tis our will he fhould.

Gent. I fhall, my Liege.

call him

Lofs. But how fo? Did the King contribute to her Misfortunes? Nothing like it. Or did he not do all in his Power to prevent them? Yes? he married Bertram to her. We must certainly read therefore;

We loft a Jewel of ber; our Eftate...

Was made much poorer by its

That's the certain Confequence of any one's lofing a Jewel, for their Estate to be made proportionably poorer according to to the Value of the Loss, aut sw Mr. Warburton.

King What fays he to your daughter? Have you fpoke?

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.

Enter Bretram.

Laf. He looks well on't.

King. I'm not a day of feafon,

1

For thou may'ft fee a fun-fhine and a hail
In me at once; but to the brightest beams
Diftracted clouds give way; fo ftand thou forth,
The time is fair again.

Ber.. My high repented blames,
Dear Sovereign, pardon to me.
King. All is whole,

Not one word more of the confumed time,
Let's take the inftant by the forward top;.

For we are old, and on our quick'it decrees 2W
Th' inaudible and noifeless foot of time

Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember
The daughter of this Lord?

Ber. Admiringly, my Liege. At first
I ftuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durft make too bold a herald of my tongue:
Where the impreffion of mine eye enfixing,
Contempt his fcornful perfpective did lend me,
Which warp'd the line of every other favour
Scorn'd a fair colour, or exprefs'd it ftoll'n0
Extended or contracted all proportions

To a most hideous object: thence it came (9
That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myfelf,
Since I have loft, have lov'd, was in mine eye
The duft that did offend it.

King. Well excus'd;

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That thou doft love her, ftrikes fome scores away
From the great compt; but love, that comes too late,
Like a remorseful pardon flowly carried,

To the great fender turns a fowre offence,