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Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth, Such were our faults ;-or then we thought them
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now,
Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
You know, Helen,
I am a mother to you.
Nay, a mother;
Count. Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman, I would That you start at it? I say, I am your mother ; speak with her; Helen I mean,
And put you in the catalogue of those,
(Singing.) Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds :
You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
Yet I express to you a mother's care :-
To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter,
That ihis distemper'd messenger of wet,
The many-colour'a Iris, rounds thine eye?
Why? that you are my daughter?
That I am not. Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the Count. I say, I am your mother.
Pardon, madam; Clo. One good woman in ten, inadam; which is the count Rousillon cannot be my brother: a parifying o'the song : 'Would God would serve I am from humble, he from bonour'd name : the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with No note upon my parents, his all noble: the tythe-woman, if I were the parson : One in ten, My master, my dear lord he is ; and I quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born His servant live, and will his vassal die : but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould He must not be my brother. mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart Count.
Nor I your mother? out, ere he pluck one.
Hel. You are my mother, madam; 'Would you Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you ?
(So that my lord, your son, were not my brother,) Clo. That man should be at woman's command, Indeed my mother!-or, were you both our moand yet no hurt done!– Though honesty be no pu
thers, ritan, yet it will do no bart; it will wear the sur I care no more for, than I do for heaven, plice of humility over the black gown of a big So I were not his sister : Can't no other, heart. I am going, forsooth : the business is for But, I your daughter, he must be my brother? Helen to come hither.
[Exit Clown. Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughterCount. Well now. [woman entirely.
in-law; Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentle God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother,
Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her So strive upon your pulse: What, pale again? to me; and she herself, without other advantage, My fear bath catch'd your fondness : Now I see may lawfully make title to as much love as she the mystery of your loneliness, and find finds: there is more owing her, than is paid; and Your salt tear's head. Now to all sense 'tis gross, more shall be paid her, than she'll demand. You love my son; invention is asham’d,
Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than, Against the proclamation of thy passion, I think, she wished me: alone she was, and did to say, thou dost not': therefore tell me true; communicate to herself, her own words to her own But tell me then, 'tis so :-for, look, thy cheeks ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched Confess it, one to the other; and thine eyes not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours, your son: Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that That in their kind they speak it: only sin had put such difference betwixt their two estates; And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue, Love, no god, that would not extend his might, That truth should be suspected : Speak, is't 80 ? only where qualities were level ; Diana, no queen If it be so, you have wound a goodly clue; of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, 1 charge thee, surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or As heaven sball work in me for thine avail, ransom afterward: This she delivered in the most To tell me truly. bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin ex Hel.
Good madam, pardon me! claim in : which I beld my duty, speedily to ac Count. Do you love my son ? quaint you withal; sithence, in the loss that may Hel.
Your pardon, noble mistress! bappen, it concerns you something to know it. Count. Love you my son? Count. You have discharged this lionestly; keep Hel.
Do not you love him, madam ? it to yourself; many likelihoods informed me of Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, Whereof the world takes noie: come, come, disclose that I could neither believe, nor misdoubt: Pray The state of your affection; for your passions you, leave me : stall this in your bosom, and I thank | Have to the full appeach'd. you for your honest care : I will speak with you Hel.
Then, I confess, further anon.
(Exit Steward. Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, Enter Helena.
That before you, and next unto high heaven,
My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love :
That he is lov'd of me: I follow him not
Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him;
I know I love in vain, strive against hope ;
Yet, in this captious and intenable sieve,
Will not confess, he owes the malady . I still pour in the waters of my love,
That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords; And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, Whether I live or die, be you the sons Religious in mine error, I adore
Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy, The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
(Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall Bat knows of him no more. My dearest madam, of the last monarchy,) see, that you come Let not your hate encounter with my love, Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when For loving where you do: but, if yourself, The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek, Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, That fame may cry you load : I say, farewell. Did ever, in so true a flame of liking,
2 Lord. Health, at your bidding, serve your Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian
majesty! Was both berself and love; O'then, give pity King, Those girls of Italy, take heed of them; To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose They say, our French lack language to deny, But lend and give, where she is sure to lose ; If they demand: beware of being captives, That seeks not to find that her search implies, Before you serve. Bat, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
Count. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly, King. Farewell.—Come hither to me. To go to Paris?
(The King retires to a couch.) Hel. Madam, I had.
1 Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay beCoront. Wherefore? tell true.
hind us ! Hel. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. Par. 'Tis not his fault; the sparkYou know, my father left me some prescriptions
0, 'tis brave wars! Of rare and prov'd effects, such as his reading,
Par. Most admirable : I have seen those wars. And manifest experience, had collected
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with ; For general sovereignty; and that he will’d me Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early. In heedfullest reservation to bestow them,
Par. An thy mind stand to it, boy, steal away As notes, whose faculties inclusive were,
bravely. More than they were in note : amongst the fest, Ber. I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, There is a remedy, approv'd, set down,
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, To care the desperate languishes, whereof Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn, The king is render'd lost.
But one to dance with : By heaven I'll steal away. Count.
This was your motive 1 Lord. There's honour in the theft. For Paris, was it? speak.
Commit it, count. Hel. My lord your son made me to think of this; 2 Lord. I am your accessary; and so farewell. Else Paris, and ibe medicine, and the king,
Ber. I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured Had, from the conversation of my thoughts,
1 Lord. Farewell, captain.
[body. Haply, been absent then.
2 Lord. Sweet monsieur Parolles ! Count.
But think yon, Helen, Par. Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. If you sboald tender your supposed aid,
Good sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals :He would receive it? He and his physicians You shall find in the regiment of the Spinii, one Are of a mind; be, that they cannot help him, captain Spario, with his cicatrice, an emblem of They, that they cannot help: How shall tbey oredit war, here on bis sinister cheek ; it was this very A poor anlearned virgin, when the schools, sword entrenched it : say to him, I live; and obEinbowell’d of their doctrine, have left off serve his reports for me. The danger to itself?
2 Lord. We shall, noble captain. Hel.
There's something bints, Par. Mars dote on you for his novices! [Exeunt More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Lords.]–What will you do? Of his profession, that his good receipt
Ber. Stay; the king (Seeing him rise.) Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified
Par. Use a more specious ceremony to the noBy the luckiest stars in heaven : and, would your ble lords; you have restrained yourself within the honour
list of too cold an adieu : be more expressive to Bot give me leave to try suocess, I'd venture them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure, time, there, do muster true gait, eat, speak, and By such a day and hour.
move under the influence of the most received star; Count.
Dost thou believ't? and though the devil lead the measure, such are to Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.
be followed : after them, and take a more dilated Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, farewell. and love,
Ber. And I will do so. Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings Par. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most To those of mine in court; I'll stay at home, sinewy sword-men. [Exeunt Bertram and Parolles. And pray God's blessing into thy attempt:
Enter LAFEU. Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this,
Laf. Pardon, my lord, (kneeling) for me and What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss.
for my tidings.
Then here's a man SCENE I.–Paris. A Room in the King's Palace.
Stands, that has brought his pardon. I would, you
Had kneel’d, my lord, to ask me mercy; and Flourish. Enter King, with young Lords, taking That, at my bidding, you could so stand up. leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, PA
King. I would I had; so I had broke thy pate, ROLLES, and Allendants.
And ask'd thee mercy for't. King. Farewell, young lord, these warlike prin Laf.
Good faith, across : ciples
[well:-- But, my good lord, 'tis thas : Will you be cur'd Do not throw from you :-and you, my lord, sare- of your infirmity ? Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all, King.
No. The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd,
0, will you eat And is enough for both.
No grapes, my royal fox ? yes, but I Lord.
It is our hope, sir, My noble grapes, an if my royal fox After well-enter'd soldiers, to return
Could reach them: I have seen a medicine, And find your grace in health.
That's able to breathe life into a stone; King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary,
With sprightly fire and motion ; whose simple touch King. I must not bear thee; fare thee well,
kind maid ;
Proffers, not took, reap thanks for their reward. King.
What her is this?
Hel. Inspired merit so by breath is barr’d: Laf. Wby, doctor she : My lord, there's one It is not so with him, that all things knows, arriv’d,
As 'tis with as that square our guess by shows :
The help of heaven we count the act of men.
My art is not past power, nor you past cure.
Now, good Lafeu, King. Art thou so contident? Within what space
The greatest grace lending grace,
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Laf
Nay, I'll fit you, Their fiery torcher bis diarnal ring ; And not be all day neither.
[Exit Lajeu. Ere twice in murk and occidental damp, King. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. Moist Hesperus hath quenchd his sleepy lamp ; Re-enter LAFEU with HELENA.
Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass Laf. Nay, come your ways.
Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass ; King.
This haste hath wings indeed. What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly, Laf. Nay, come your ways ;
Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence,
Tax of impudence,-
Sear'd otherwise ; no worse of worst extended,
In common sense, sense saves another way.
Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate ; He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, virtue, all
Thou this to bazard, needs most intimate
That ministers thine own death, if I die.
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property King.
We thank you, maiden; of wbat I spoke, anpitied let me die;
And well deserv'd: Not helping, death's my fee ;
King. Make thy demand.
But will you make it even? From her apaidable estate,-I say, we must not King. Ay, by my sceptre, and my hopes of So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
hand, To prostitute our past-care malady
Hel. Then thou shalt give me, with thy kingly To empirics; or to dissever so
What husband in thy power I will command:
Exempted be from me the arrogance
Hel. My duty then shall pay me for my pains : My low and humble name to propagate
With any branch or image of thy state : Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know A modest one, to bear me back again.
Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow. King. I cannot give thee less, to be call'd King. Here is my hand; the premises observ'd, grateful:
[give, Thy will by my performance shall be serv'd; Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks i So make the choice of thy own time ; for I, As one near death to those that wish him live:
Thy resolv'd patient, on thee still rely.
Though, more iu know, could not be more to
(rest Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy: From whence thou cam’st, bow tended on,-But He that of greatest works is finisher,
Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest.Oft does them by the weakest minister:
Give me some help here, bo!-If thou proceed So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed. When judges have been babes. Great floods have
(Flourish. Exeunt flown From simple sources; and great seas have dried,
SCENE II.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
Palace, Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Enter Countess and Clown. Where most it promises; and oft
Count. Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the Where hope is and d
height of your breeding.
Clo. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly Ber. And so 'tis. taught: I know my business is but to the court. Laf. To be relinquished of the artists,
Count. To the court! why, what place make you Par. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus. special, when you put off that with such contempt? Laf. Of all the learned and authentic fellows,But to the court!
Par. Right, so I say. Clo. Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any Laf. That gave him out incurable, manners, he may easily put it off at court: be, that Par. Why, there 'tis ; so say I too. cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, Laf. Not to be helped, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor Par. Right: as 'twere a man assured of ancap; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely, Laf. Uncertain life, and sure death. Fere not for the court: but, for me, I have an an Par. Just, you say well; so would I have said. swer will serve all men.
Laf. I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world. Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer, that fits Par. It is, indeed : if you will have it in showall questions.
ing, you shall read it in,“What do you call Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all but there?
[actor. tocks; the pin-buttock, the quatch-battock, the Laf. A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly brawn-buttock, or any buttock.
[tions ? Par. That's it I would have said ; the very same. Count. Will your answer serve fit to all ques Laf. Why, your dolphin is not lustier; 'fore
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an at me, I speak in respecttorney, as your French crown for your taffata punk, Par. Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a pan-cake the brief and the tedious of it; and he is of a most for Shrove-Taesday, a morris for May-day, as the facinorous spirit, that will not acknowledge it to be nail to his hole, the cuckold to bis horn, as a scold Laf. Very hand of heaven.
[theing quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip Par. Ay, so I say. to the friar's mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin. Laf. In a most weak
Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fit Par. And debile minister, great power, great ness for all questions?
transcendence : which should, indeed, give us a Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your further use to be made, than alone the recovery of constable, it will fit any question.
the king, as to beCount. It must be an answer of most monstrous Laf. Generally thankful. size, that must fit all demands.
Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all
Par. I would have said it; you say well : Here that belongs to't: Ask me, if I am a courtier; it
comes the king. shall do you no harm to learn.
Laf. Lustick, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a Count. To be young again, if we could : I will Why, he's able to lead her a coranto.
maid the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head : be a fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by
Par. Mort du Vinaigre! Is not this Helen? your answer. I pray you, sir, are you a courtier ?" Clo. O Lord, sir, There's a simple putting
Laf. 'Fore God, I think so. off ;--more, more, a hundred of them.
King. Go, call before me all the lords in court.Count. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
[Exit an Attendant.
And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense Cl. O Lord, sir,—Thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think, sir, you can eat none of this the confirmation of my promis'd gift,
Thou hast repeal’d, a second time receive homely meat.
[you. Which but attends thy naming. Clo: O Lord, sir,-Nay, put me to't, I warrant Count. You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.
Enter several Lords. Clo. O Lord, sir,-Spare not me.
Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parCount. Do you cry, O Lord, sir, at your whip- of
noble bachelors stand at my bestowing, [cel ping, and spare not me? Indeed, your 0 Lord, sir, O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice is very sequent to your whipping ; you would an I have to use: thy frank election make; [sake. swer very well to a whipping, if you were but Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forbound to't.
Hel. To each of you one fair and virtuous misClo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my
tress O Lord, sir : I see, things may serve long, but not Fall, when love please !--marry, to each, but one !
Laf. I'd give bay Curtal, and his furniture, Count. I play the noble housewife with the time, My mouth no more were broken than these boys, to entertain it so merrily with a fool.
And writ as little beard. Clo. O Lord, sir,-Why, there't serves well King.
Peruse them well: again.
[this, Not one of those, but had a noble father. Cout. An end, sir, to your business : Give Helen Hel. Gentlemen, And arge her to a present answer back :
Heaven bath, through me, restor’d the king to health. Commend me to my kinsmen, and my son;
All. We understand it, and thank heaven for you. This is not much.
Hel. I am a simple maid ; and therein wealthiest, Clo. Not much commendation to them.
That, I protest, I simply am a maid :Count. Not much employment for you: You un Please it your majesty, I have done already : derstand me?
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me, Clo. Most fruitfully; I am there before my legs. We blush, that thou should'st choose : but, be refus'd, Count. Haste you again. [Exeunt severally. Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;
We'll ne'er come there again. SCENE III.-Paris. A Room in the King's Palace.
Make choice ; and, see, Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES. Who sbans thy love, shans all his love in me. Laj. They say, miracles are past ; and we have Hel. Now Dian, from thy altar do I fly; cor philosophical persons, to make modern and And to imperial Love, that god most high, familiar things, supernatural and causeless. Hence Do my sighs stream.-Sir, will you hear my suit? is it, that we make trifles of terrors; ensconcing
i Lord. And grant it. carrelves into seeming knowledge, when we should Hel.
Thanks, sir : all the rest is mute. sabmit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Laf. I had rather be in this choice, than throw Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder, ames-ace for my life.
[eyes, that hatb shot out in our latter times.
Hel. The honour, sir, that fames in your fair
Before I speak, too threateningly replies : My love, and her desert; that canst not dream,
Shall weigh thee to the beam : that wilt not know, 2 Lord. No better, if you please.
It is in us to plant thine honour, where Hel.
My wish receive, We please to bave it grow : Check thy contempt : Which great love grant! and so I take my leave. Obey our will, which travails in thy good :
Laf. Do they all deny her? An they were sons Believe not thy disdain, but presently.
Which both thy daty owes, and our power claims;
(hate, I'll never do you wrong for your own sake : Of youth and ignorance ; both my revenge and Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed Loosing upon thee in the name of justice, Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed !
Without all terms of pity: Speak; thine answer. Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord , for I submit have her : sure, they are bastards to the English; My fancy to your eyes: When I consider, the French ne'er got them.
What great creation, and what dole of honour, Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good, Flies where you bid it, I find, that she, which late To make yourself a son out of my blood.
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now 4 Lord. Fair one, I tbink not so.
The praised of the king; who, so ennobled, Laf. There's one grape yet,-I am sure, thy fa- Is, as 'twere, born so. ther drank wine.—But if ihou be'st not an ass, I
Take her by the hand, am a youth of fourteen; I have known thee already. And tell her, she is thine: to whom I promise Hel. I dare not say I take you; (to Bertram) A counterpoise; if not to thy estate, but I give
A balance more replete. Me, and my service, ever whilst I live,
I take her hand. Into your guiding power. This is the man.
King. Good fortune, and the favour of the king, King. Why then, young Bertram, take her, Smile upon this contráct; whose ceremony she's thy wife.
[highness, Shall seem expedient on the new-born brief, Ber. My wife, my liege? I shall beseech your And be perform’d to-night: the solemn feast In such a business give me leave to use
Shall more attend upon the coming space, The belp of mine own eyes.
Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'st her, King:
Know'st thou not, Bertram, Thy love's to me religious ; else, does err. What she has done for me?
[Exeunt King, Bertram, Helena, Lords, Ber. Yes, my good lord ;
and Allendants. But never hope to know why I should marry her. Laf. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with yon. King. Thou know’st, she has rais'd me from my Par. Your pleasure, sir? [recantation. sickly bed.
Laf. Your lord and master did well to make his Ber. But follows it, my lord, to bring me down Par. Recantation ?-My lord ? my master ? Must answer for your rišing? I know her well; Laf. Ay; is it not a language, I speak? She had her breeding at my father's charge : Par. A most harsh one; and not to be understood A poor physician's daughter my wife !- Disdain without bloody succeeding. My master? Rather corrupt me ever!
(which Laf. Are you companion to the count Rousillon? King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the Par. To any count; to all counts; to what is I can build up: Strange is it, that our bloods,
[of another style. Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, Laf. To what is count's man; count's master is Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you In differences so mighty: If she be
are too old. All ibat is virtuous, (save what thou dislik'st, Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to A poor physician's daughter,) thou dislik'st which title age cannot bring thee. of virtue for the name: but do not so:
Par. What I dare too well do, I dare not do. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, Laf. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be The place is dignified by the doer's deed :
a pretty wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent Where great additions swell, and virtue none, of thy travel; it might pass : yet the scarfs, and the It is a dropsied honour: good alone
bannerets, about thee, did manifoldly dissuade me Is good, without a name; vileness is so :
from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. The property by what it is should go,
I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair ; care not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking In these to natare she's immediate heir ;
up; and that thou art scarce worth. And these breed honour ; that is honour's scorn, Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity Which challenges itself as honour's born,
upon thee,And is not like the sire: Honours best thrive, Laf. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest When rather from our acts we them derive
thou hasten thy trial;—which if-Lord have mercy Than our fore-goers : the mere word's a slave, on thee for a ben! So, my good window of lattice, Debauch'd on every tomb; on every grave, fare thee well; thy casement I need not open, for I A lying trophy, and as oft is domb,
look through thee. Give me thy hand. Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb Par. My lord, you give me most egregious inOf honour'd bones indeed. What should be said ? | dignity.
(of it. If thou can'st like this creature as a maid,
Laf. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy I can create the rest: virtue, and she,
Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it. Is her own dower; honour, and wealth, from me. Laf. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I
Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't. will not bate thee a scraple. King. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou should'st Par. Well, I shall be wiser. strive to choose.
[glad; Laf. E'en as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to Hel. That you are well restor'd, my lord, I am pall at a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st Let the rest go.
[feat, bound in thy scarf, and beaten, thou shalt find what King. My honour's at the stake; which to de- it is to be proud of thy bondage, I have a desire I must produce my power: Here take her hand, to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift; knowledge; that I may say, in the default, he is a That dost in vile misprision shackle up
man I know.