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More than to see this ring. - Take him away.
[Guards freze Bertram.
[Exit, guarded. Enter a Gentleman. Kin. I am wrapt in dismal thinkings.
Gen. Gracious fovereign, Whether I have been me, or no, I know not; Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath, for four or five removes, come short To tender it herself. I undertook it, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know, Is here attending : her business looks in her With an importing visage ; and she told me, In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern Your highness with herself. Rin. [reads.] Upon his many proteftations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rofillion a widower ; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honours pay'd to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice : Grant it me, o king, in you it beft lies ; otherwise, a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
LAF. I'll buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for this. I'll none of him.
Kin. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors: Go, speedily, and bring again the count.
[Exeunt fome Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch’d. Cou. Now, justice on the doers !
Re-enter BERTRAM, guarded. Kin. I wonder, fir, wives are such monsters to you; And that you fly them, as you swear to them; Yet you desire to marry:
- What woman's that ?
and honour Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease, without your remedy. [women?
Kin. Come hither, count; Say, do you know these
BER. My lord, I neither can, nor will, deny But that I know them : Do they charge me further ? Dia. Why do you
look so strange upon your wife? BER, She's none of mine, my lord.
Dia. If you shall marry,
Either both, or none.
LAF. Your reputation [to Ber.) comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her.
Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with : let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would fink it here.
Kin. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend, 'Till your deeds gain them; Fairer prove your honour, Than in my thought it lies !
Dia. Now, good my lord,
Kin. What say'st thou to her?
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord ; if I were so,
it to a commoner o’the camp,
If I be one.
Cou. He blushes, and 'tis it:
Kin. Methought, you said,
Dia. I did, my lord, but loth am to produce
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LAF. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
BER. What of him ?
Dia. I must be patient ;
BER. I have it not.
Kin. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late.
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Out of a casement.
Kin. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you.
PAR. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman;
tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have :
What an equivocal companion is this?
PAR. Yes, so please your majesty: I did go between them, as I said; but more, than that he lov'd her, for, indeed, he was mad for her; and talk'd of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew
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