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And these breed honour: That is honour's fcorn,
Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
King. (15) My honour's at the stake ; which to defend,
and as oft is dumb,
Of bonour'd Bones, indeed, what should be faid?] This is
I must produce my Pow'r.] The poor King of France is again made a Man of Gorbam, by our unmerciful Editors : What they make him say, is mere mock-reasoning: For he is not to make use of his Authority to defeat, but to defend, his , Honour.
We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt ::
Ber. Pardon, my gracious Lord; for I submit
King. Take her by the hand,
Ber. I take her hand..
King. Good fortune, and the favour of the King Smile upon
this contract ;. whose ceremony Shall seem expedient on the new-born brief, And be performd tonight; the solemn feast Shall more attend
upon the coming space, Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'ft her, Thy love's to me religious ; else does err.. [Exeunt.
Manent Parolles and Lafeu.
Laf. Your Lord and Master did well to make his recantation,
Par. Recantation ?-my. Lord ? my. Mafter ?
Par. A moft harsh one, and not to be understood
Par. To any Count; to all Counts; to what is
Laf. To what is Count's man ; Count's master is of another ftile.
Par. You are too old, Sir ;. let it fatisfie 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 didit 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 burthen, 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'rt scarce worth.
Par. Hadit thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee
Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, left thou: haften thy tryal; which if,
-Lord have mercy on thee for å hen! fo, my good window of lattice, fare thee well ; thy cafement I need not open, I look thro? thee, Give me thy hand.
Par. My Lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
Laf. Ay, with all my heart, and thou: art worthy of it.
Par. I have not, my Lord, deserv'd it.
Laf. Yes, good faith, ev'ry dram of it; and. I will not 'bate thee a scruple.
Par. Well, I Mall be wiser.
can'ft, for thou hast to pull at a smack o'th' contrary. If ever thou beeft bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be. proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the default, he is a man I know.
Par. My Lord, you do me most insupportable vexation,
Laf. I would, it were hell-pains for thy fake, and my poor doing eternal : for doing, I am paft; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
[Exiti Par. Well, thou haft a son shall take this disgrace off me; fcurvy, old, filthy, fcurvy Lord! well,
well, I must be patient, there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with any conveni. ence, an he were double and double a Lord. 1'll ave no more pity of his age, than I would have of -I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.
Re-enter Lafea. Laf Sirrah, your Lord and Master's married, there's news for you: you have a new mistress.
Par. I most un feignedly beseech your. Lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs. He, my good Lord, whom I serve above, is my master.
Laf. Who? God?
Laf. The devil it is, that's thy master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o' this fashion ? doft maké hose of thy fleeves. do other forvants for thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if 'I were but two hours younger, I'd beat thee: methinks, thou art a general offence, and
man should beat thee.. I think, thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
Par. This is hard and undeserved measure, my Lord. Laf. Go to, Sir ; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller ; you are more faucy with lords and honourab'e personages, than the commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth ano-. ther word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you.
[Exit, Enter Bertram. Per. Good, very good, it is so then.Good, very good, let it be conceal'd a while.
Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
Ber. Although before the folemn Priest I've sworn,
Par. What? what, sweet heart?
Par. France is a dog hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot: to th' wars.
Ber. There's letters from my mother; what the import is, I know not yet.
Par. Ay, that would be known: to th' wars, my
Ber. It shall be so, I'll send her to my house,
Par.. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure ?
Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
'Tis hard ;