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 to-night: the solemn feast
Shall more attend upon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her,
Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.
[Exeunt all but LAFEU and PAROLLES]
LAFEU [Advancing] 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.
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