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1.2.0.2238Enter the King of France with letters and 239divers Attendants. The Florentines and Senois are by th'ears,
1.2.2241Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
A braving war. So 'tis reported, sir.
Nay, 'tis most credible. We here receive it
1.2.5245A certainty vouched from our cousin Austria,
1.2.6246With caution that the Florentine will move us
1.2.7247For speedy aid, wherein our dearest friend
1.2.8248Prejudicates the business and would seem
To have us make denial. His love and wisdom,
1.2.10251Approved so to your majesty, may plead
For amplest credence. He hath armed our answer,
1.2.12254And Florence is denied before he comes.
1.2.13255Yet for our gentlemen that mean to see
1.2.14256The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part. It well may serve
1.2.16259A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
For breathing and exploit. What's he comes here.
It is the Count Roussillon, my good lord,
Young Bertram. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;
1.2.20266Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
1.2.21267Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts
1.2.22268Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
I would I had that corporal soundness now
1.2.25271As when thy father and myself in friendship
1.2.26272First tried our soldiership. He did look far
1.2.27273Into the service of the time, and was
1.2.28274Discipled of the bravest. He lasted long,
1.2.29275But on us both did haggish age steal on
1.2.30276And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
1.2.31277To talk of your good father. In his youth
1.2.32278He had the wit which I can well observe
1.2.33279Today in our young lords, but they may jest
1.2.34280Till their own scorn return to them unnoted
1.2.35281Ere they can hide their levity in honor.
1.2.36282So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness
1.2.37283Were in his pride, or sharpness; if they were,
1.2.38284His equal had awaked them, and his honor,
1.2.39285Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
1.2.40286Exception bid him speak, and at this time
1.2.41287His tongue obeyed his hand. Who were below him,
1.2.42288He used as creatures of another place
1.2.43289And bowed his eminent top to their low ranks,
1.2.45291In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man
1.2.46292Might be a copy to these younger times,
1.2.47293Which, followed well, would demonstrate them now
But goers backward. His good remembrance, sir,
1.2.49296Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb.
Would I were with him! He would always say --
1.2.53300Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words
1.2.54301He scattered not in ears, but grafted them
1.2.55302To grow there and to bear -- "Let me not live" --
1.2.57304On the catastrophe and heel of pastime
1.2.58305When it was out: "Let me not live," quoth he,
1.2.59306"After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
1.2.60307Of younger spirits whose apprehensive senses
1.2.61308All but new things disdain; whose judgements are
1.2.62309Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
1.2.63310Expire before their fashions." This he wished.
1.2.64311I, after him, do after him wish too,
1.2.65312Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
1.2.66313I quickly were dissolvèd from my hive
To give some laborers room. You're loved, sir.
1.2.68316They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, Count,
1.2.70318Since the physician at your father's died?
He was much famed. Some six months since, my lord.
If he were living, I would try him yet.
1.2.73322Lend me an arm. The rest have worn me out
1.2.74323With several applications. Nature and sickness
1.2.75324Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, Count,
My son's no dearer. Thank your majesty.