ACT V.
SCENE 3. The same. A room in the COUNTESS'S palace.
(continued)
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.
COUNTESS.
Now, justice on the doers!
[Enter BERTRAM, guarded.]
KING.
I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you.
And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,
Yet you desire to marry.--What woman's that?
[Re-enter Widow and DIANA.]
DIANA.
I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Derived from the ancient Capulet;
My suit, as I do understand, you know,
And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
WIDOW.
I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
And both shall cease, without your remedy.
KING.
Come hither, count; do you know these women?
BERTRAM.
My lord, I neither can nor will deny
But that I know them: do they charge me further?
DIANA.
Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
BERTRAM.
She's none of mine, my lord.
DIANA.
If you shall marry,
You give away this hand, and that is mine;
You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;
You give away myself, which is known mine;
For I by vow am so embodied yours
That she which marries you must marry me,
Either both or none.
LAFEU.
[To BERTRAM] Your reputation comes too short for
my daughter; you are no husband for her.
BERTRAM.
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 sink it here.
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