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That weigh their pain in sense; and do suppose,
What hath been cannot be: Whoever strove
To shew her merit, that did miss her love ?
The king's disease--my project may deceive me,
But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.




The Court of France.
Flourish cornets. Enter the King of France, with Letters,

and divers attendants.
King. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears ;
Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war.

i Lord. So 'tis reported, fir.

King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
With caution, that the Florentine will move us
For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
Prejudicates the business, and would seem
To have us make denial.

i Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead For amplest credence.

King. He hath arm'd our answer,
And Florence is deny'd before he comes :
Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part.

2 Lord. It may well serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
For breathing and exploit.,
King. What's he comes here?


Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.
i Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord,
Young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face:
Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts
May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.

King. I would I had that corporal soundness now,
As when thy father, and myself, in friendship
First try'd our soldiership! He did look far
Into the service of the time, and was
Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long;
But on us both did haggilh age steal on,
And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
To talk of your good father: In his youth
He had the wit, which I can well observe
To-day in our young lords ; ; but they may jest,
Till their own scorn return to them, unnoted,
Ere they can hide their levity in honour,
So like a courtier. Contempt, nor bitterness
Were “in his pride or sharpness; if they were,
His equal had awak'd them; and his honour,
Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exception bid him speak, and, at that time,
His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below him
He us'd as creatures of another place;

8 but they may jeft, &c.]—they may deal out their fund of satire, till the shafts, anfelt, recoil upon themselves, before they will be able to temper it with that winning gracefulness, which marked his happy vein.

in his pride or sharpness ; ]-dignity of manner, or keenness of his strokes.

I of another place ; &c.]-as if they had been his equals; and though such condescenfion gave them a better opinion of themselves, yet their acknowledgments of it served only to encrease his humility.


And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
Making them proud of his humility,
In their poor praise he humbled : Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now
But goers backward.

Ber. His good remembrance, sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
* So in approof lives not his epitaph,
As in your royal speech.

King. Would, I were with him! He would always say,
(Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words
He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them
To grow there, and to bear)—Let me not live,
Thus his good melancholy oft began,
On the catastrophe and heel of paftime,
When it was out,-let me not live, quoth he,
After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff :
Of younger spirits, whose' apprehensive senses :
All but new things disdain ; whose judgments are
* Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
Expire before their fashions :- This he wish'd :

I, after him, do after him with too,
· Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home,
I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
To give some labourer room.

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m Mere, fathers of their garments ; whose constancies expire] are em, ployed solely in inventing new modes of dress; whose fancies change

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2 Lord. 2 Lord. You are lov'd, fir; ' They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. · King. I fill a place, I know't.—How long is't, count, Since the physician at your father's died ? He was much fam’d.

Ber. Some six months since, my lord.

King. If he were living, I would try him yet ;-
Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out
With several applications nature and sickness
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count ;
My son's no dearer.

Ber. Thank your majesty. . (Flourish. Exeunt.

A Room in the Count's Palace.

Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown. Count. I will now hear what you say of this gentlewoman.

Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content; I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

Count. What does this knave here? Get you gone, firrah : The complaints, I have heard of you, I do not all believe; 'tis my nowness, that I do not : for, I know, you lack not folly ° to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, that I am a poor fellow.

Á to even your content,]-give you satisfaction.

° to commit them, &c.]-to put you upon attemping such knaveries, and have ability enough for their accomplishment.


e Own.

Count. Well, fir.

Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am poor; though many of the rich are damn'd: But, if I may have your ladyship's P good will to go to the world, Ilbel the woman and I will do as we may.

Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
Clo. I do beg your good will in this case.
Count. In what case ?

Clo. In Ilbel's case, and mine own. Service is no heritage : and, I think, I shall never have the blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for, they say, bearns are blessings.

Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.

Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the Aesh ; and he must needs go, that the devil drives.

Count. Is this all your worship’s reason?

Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.

Count. May the world know them?

Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry, that I may repent.

Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.

Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake.

Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave.

Clo. You 9 are shallow, madam; ey'n great friends : for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am a weary of. He, that 'ears my land, spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the crop : if I be his cuckold, he's my

P good will to go to the world, ]-consent to marry.
9 are shallow, ).—not in the secret, mistaken.
I ears)-tills.


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