style="font-size:15px;"> Which both thy duty owes and our power claimsOr I will throw thee from my care for ever,
Into the staggers and the careless lapse
Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate
Loosing upon thee in the name of justice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak! thine answer!
BERTRAM.
Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
What great creation, and what dole of honour
Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
Is as ‘twere born so.
KING.
Take her by the hand,
And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
A counterpoise; if not to thy estate,
A balance more replete.
BERTRAM.
I take her hand.
KING.
Good fortune and the favour of the king
Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony
Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
And be perform’d tonight: the solemn feast
Shall more attend upon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lov’st her,
Thy love’s to me religious; else, does err.
[Exeunt KING, BERTAM, HELENA, Lords, and Attendants.]
LAFEU.
Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.
PAROLLES.
Your pleasure, sir?
LAFEU.
Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.
PAROLLES.
Recantation!—my lord! my master!
LAFEU.
Ay; is it not a language I speak?
PAROLLES. A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My master!
LAFEU.
Are you companion to the Count Rousillon?
PAROLLES.
To any count; to all counts; to what is man.
LAFEU.
To what is count’s man: count’s master is of another style.
PAROLLES.
You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old.
LAFEU. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which title age cannot bring thee.
PAROLLES.
What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
LAFEU. I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty wise fellow; thou didst 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 burden. 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 art scarce worth.
PAROLLES.
Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee,—
LAFEU. Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial; which if—Lord have mercy on thee for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well: thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. Give me thy hand.
PAROLLES.
My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
LAFEU.
Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
PAROLLES.
I have not, my lord, deserved it.
LAFEU. Yes, good faith, every dram of it: and I will not bate thee a scruple.
PAROLLES.
Well, I shall be wiser.
LAFEU. E’en as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o’ th’ contrary. If ever thou beest 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.
PAROLLES.
My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.
LAFEU. I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
[Exit.]
PAROLLES. Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord!—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 convenience, an he were double and double a lord. I’ll have 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 LAFEU.]
LAFEU. Sirrah, your lord and master’s married; there’s news for you; you have a new mistress.
PAROLLES. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make some reservation of your wrongs: he is my good lord: whom I serve above is my master.
LAFEU.
Who? God?
PAROLLES.
Ay, sir.
LAFEU. The devil it is that’s thy master. Why dost thou garter up thy arms o’ this fashion? dost make hose of thy sleeves? do other servants so? 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: methink’st thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee. I think thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
PAROLLES.
This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.
