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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 she 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 fhall ha't, fave your word.

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

ne.

Laf. Was I, infooth? and I was the firft, that loft

hee.

Par. It lyes in you, my Lord, to bring me in fome race, 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 trumets. S ire further after me, I had talk of you

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Meaning Helen ? at Senfe by, her Lofe

As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Her edimation home.

Tis paft, my Liege;

And I beleech 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.

Ang 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 muft fay,

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 greateft wrong of all. He loft a wife,
Whofe beauty did astonish the survey

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

King. Praifing what is loft,

Makes the remembrance dear. Well

hithers .

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.

call him

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

We loft a Jewel of ber; our Estate

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

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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,

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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'ft decrees
Th' inaudible and noiselefs foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember
The daughter of this Lord?

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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, data (9)
That fhe, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself,
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
From the great compt; but love, that comes too late,
Like a remorfeful pardon flowly carried,ui s
To the great fender turns a fowre offence,

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

Count. 'Tis paft, my Liege;

And I beseech your Majesty 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 richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
Whose dear perfection, hearts, that scorn'd to serve,
Humbly call'd miftrefs.

King, Praifing what is loft,

Makes the remembrance dear. Well

hither,

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..

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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 it :

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, 2 râul sw 9HA 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,

For thou may'st see a fun-fhine and a hail
In me at once; but to the brightest beams

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Distracted 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,

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Not one word more of the confumed time,
Let's take the inftant by the f forward top.
For we are old, and on our quick'it decrees
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'n
Extended or contracted all proportions

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That fhe, 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 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,

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