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Make choice; and, see, Who shuns thy love, shuns all his love in me.
Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly; And to imperial Love, that god most high, Do my sighs stream.—Sir, will you hear
suit? 1 Lord. And grant it. Hel.
Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute. Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw ames-ace 7 for
life. Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes, Before I speak, too threateningly replies : Love make
your fortunes twenty times above Her that so wishes, and her humble love!
2 Lord. No better, if you please. Hel.
My wish receive, Which great love grant! and so I take iny leave.
Laf. Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the Turk, to make eunuchs of. Hel. Be not afraid [To a Lord] that I your hand
should take ;
Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French ne'er got them.
Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, To make yourself a son out of
4 Lord. Fair one, I think not so,
7 The lowest chance of the dice.
Laf. There's one grape yet, I am sure, thy father drank wine.—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
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 rais'd me from my
83, c. The want of title,
A poor physician's daughter,) thou dislik'st
Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
strive to choose. Hel. That you are well restor'd, my lord, I am
glad; Let the rest go.
King. My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,
9 Titles. 'Good is good independent of any worldly distinction, and so is vileness vile.
I must produce my power: Here, take her hand,
Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
Take her by the hand,
I take her hand.
And be perform’d to-night : the solemn feast
the coming space, Expecting absent friends. As thou lov’st her, Thy love's to me religious ; else, does err. [Exeunt King, Bertram, Helena, Lords,
and Attendants. Laf. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you. Par. Your pleasure, sir ?
Luf. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.
Par. Recantation ?--My lord ? my master ?
Par. A most harsh one; and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master ?
Luf. Are you companion to the count Rousillon? Par. To any count; to all counts; to what is man.
Laf. 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.
Laf. 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.
Laf. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, 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; and that thou art scarce worth.
2i.e. While I sate twice with thee at dinner.