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To the great sender turns a sour offence,
Count. Which better than the first, О dear hea
Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease!
Hers it was not.
My gracious sovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never hers. Count.
Son, on my life,
I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it
I am sure, I saw her wear it.
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Whoever
you: Then, if That you are well acquainted with
yourself, Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
5 In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,] Bertram still continues to have too little virtue to deserve Helen. He did not know indeed that it was Helen's ring, but he knew that he had it not from a window. Johnson.
noble she was, and thought I stood ingag'd:] Ingaged, in the sense of unenguged, is a word of exactly the same formation as inhabitable, which is used by Shakspeare and the contemporary writers for uninhabitable.
MALONE. 7 Plutus himself,
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,] Plutus, the grand alchemist, who knows the tincture which confers the properties of gold upon base metals, and the matter by which gold is multiplied, by which a small quantity of gold is made to communicate its qualities to a large mass of base metal. Then, if
know That you are well acquainted with yourself,
Confess 'twas hers,] The true meaning of this expression is, If you know that your faculties are so sound, as that you have the praper consciousness of your own actions, and are able to recollect and relate what you have done, tell me, &c.
You got it from her: she call’d the saints to surety,
That she would never put it from her finger,
She never saw it.
honour; And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Which I would fain shut out: If it should prove That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove so; And yet
I know not:- thou didst hate her deadly, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, More than to see this ring.-Take him away.
[Guards seize BERTRAM. My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Having vainly fear'd too little. !--- Away with him ;We'll sift this matter further. Ber.
If you shall prove
Enter a Gentleman.
9 Ny fore-past proofs, &c.] The proofs which I have already had are sufficient to show that my fears were not rain and irrational. I have rather been hitherto more easy than I ought, and have unreasonably had too little fear. JOINSON.
! Who hath, for four or five remores, come short, &c.] Who hath missed the opportunity of presenting it in person to your majesty, either at Marseilles, or on the road from thence to Rouyou, sillon, in consequence of having been four or five removes behind you.
To tender it herself. I undertook it,
King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me.
Now is the count Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid 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 best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
DIANA CAPULET, Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll hiin:for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee,
Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors:Go, speedily, and bring again the count.
Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd. Count.
Now, justice on the doers!
Enter BertRAM, guarded. King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to
MALONE. 2 I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him:) i. e. I'll buy me a son-in-law as they buy a horse in a fair; toul him, i. e. enter him on the toul or toll-book, to prove I came honestly by him, and ascertain my title to him.
And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry. -What woman's that?
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and DIANA.
Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
women? Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny But that I know them: Do they charge ine further?
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
Laf. Your reputation [To Bertram.] comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate crea
ture, 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 sink it here. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill
shall cease,] i. e. decease, die.