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That weigh their pain in sense; and do suppose,
S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ.
The Court of France.
and divers attendants.
i Lord. So 'tis reported, fir.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
i Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead For amplest credence.
King. He hath arm'd our answer,
2 Lord. It may well serve
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.
King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face:
Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
King. I would I had that corporal soundness now,
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,
Ber. His good remembrance, sir,
King. Would, I were with him! He would always say,
I, after him, do after him with too,
* So in &c.]-His epitaph bears not so strong a testimony to his fame, as does your majesty's commendation " So his approof-in epitaph”it contains not such encomiums.
I apprehenfive senses]~faftidious taste.
m Mere, fathers of their garments ; whose constancies expire] are em, ployed solely in inventing new modes of dress; whose fancies change
" Some jay of Italy" " Whose mother was her painting.” CYMBELINE, AA I, S. 4. Imo.
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 ;-
Ber. Thank your majesty. . (Flourish. Exeunt.
S CE NE III.
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.
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. 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.