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But if thou be 'st not an ass, I am a
youth of fourteen: I have known thee already.
Hel. I dare not say, I take you; [to Bertram.] but I give
Me, and my service, ever whilst I live,
Into your guiding power.-This is the man.
King. Why then, young Bertram, take her: she's thy wife.
Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your
In such a business give me leave to use
The help of mine own eyes.
What she has done for me?
Know'st thou not, Bertram,
Yes, my good lord;
But never hope to know why I should marry her. King. Thou know'st, she has raised me from my sickly bed.
Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down Must answer for your raising? I know her well; She had her breeding at my father's charge. A poor physician's daughter my wife !-Disdain Rather corrupt me ever!
King. 'Tis only title1 thou disdain'st in her, the which
I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods,
i. e. the want of title.
In differences so mighty. If she be
All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,
Is good, without a name; vileness is so :
Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb
I can create the rest; virtue, and she,
Is her own dower; honor and wealth from me.
2 Good is good independent of any worldly distinction, and so is vileness vile.'-Malone.
Hel. That you are well restored, my lord, I am glad;
Let the rest go.
King, My honor's at the stake; which to defeat,
My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt:
Do thine own fortunes that obedient right,
Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate,
Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.
Take her by the hand,
And tell her, she is thine: to whom I promise
A balance more replete.
I take her hand.
King. Good fortune, and the favor of the king, Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,1 And be perform'd to-night; the solemn feast Shall more attend upon the coming space, Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her, Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.
[Exeunt King, Ber. Hel. Lords, and Attendants. La. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you. Par. Your pleasure, sir?
La. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.
Par. Recantation ?-My lord? my master?
La. Ay; is it not a language, I speak?
Par. A most harsh one; and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master? La. Are you companion to the count Rousillon ? Par. To any count; to all counts; to what is
La. To what is count's man; count's master is of another style.
Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old.
The ceremonial part of which shall follow close on the troth now briefly plighted between the parties.'-Malone.
La. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring thee.
Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
La. I did think thee, for two ordinaries,1 to be a pretty wise fellow: thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee, did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not yet art thou good for nothing but taking up; 2 and that thou art scarce worth.
Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee,
La. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial; which if-Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. Give me thy hand.
Par. My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
La. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it.
La. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not bate thee a scruple.
Par. Well, I shall be wiser.
La. Ev'n as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to
While I sat twice with thee at dinner.