[31] _under her?_] F2 F3 F4. _under?_ F1.
[39] _'word'_] _word_ F1 F2. _one word_ F3 F4. _a word Collier_ (Egerton MS.).
[45] _lies in you_] _lies on you_ Capell.
[49] [Trumpets sound.] Sound trumpets. Theobald, om. Ff.
SCENE III. _Rousillon. The_ COUNT'S _palace_.
_Flourish. Enter_ KING, COUNTESS, LAFEU, _the two_ French Lords, _with_ Attendants.
_King._ We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem Was made much poorer by it: but your son, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Her estimation home.
_Count._ 'Tis past, my liege; And I beseech your majesty to make it 5 Natural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth; When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, O'erbears it and burns on.
_King._ My honour'd lady, I have forgiven and forgotten all; Though my revenges were high bent upon him, 10 And watch'd the time to shoot.
_Laf._ This I must say, But first I beg my pardon, the young lord Did to his majesty, his mother and his lady Offence of mighty note; but to himself The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife 15 Whose beauty did astonish the survey Of richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive, Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve Humbly call'd mistress.
_King._ Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither; 20 We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill All repetition: let him not ask our pardon; The nature of his great offence is dead, And deeper than oblivion we do bury The incensing relics of it: let him approach, 25 A stranger, no offender; and inform him So 'tis our will he should.
_King._ What says he to your daughter? have you spoke?
_Laf._ All that he is hath reference to your highness.
_King._ Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me 30 That set him high in fame.
_King._ I am not a day of season, For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail In me at once: but to the brightest beams Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth; 35 The time is fair again.
_Ber._ My high-repented blames, Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
_King._ All is whole; Not one word more of the consumed time. Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees 40 The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them. You remember The daughter of this lord?