Must answer for your raising? I know her well: King. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest, Is good without a name. Vileness is so: And these breed honour: that is honour's scórn, A lying trophy; and as oft is dumb Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said? I can create the rest: virtue and she Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me. 120 130 140 Ber. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do 't. King. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose. Hel. That you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad : Let the rest go. King. My honour's at the stake; which to defeat, I must produce my power. Here, take her hand, 150 Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know, Do thine own fortunes that obedient right Which both thy duty owes and our power claims; Into the staggers and the careless lapse 160 Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer. Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit King. Is as 't were born so. Take her by the hand, 170 A counterpoise; if not to thy estate, Ber. 180 [Exeunt all but Lafeu and Parolles. Laf. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you. Par. Your pleasure, sir? Laf. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation. Par. Recantation! My lord! my master! Laf. Ay; is it not a language I speak? Par. A most harsh one, and not to be understood Laf. Are you companion to the Count Rousillon? Par. You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are 190 Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which 200 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 |