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KING

If he were living I would try him yet.
Lend me an arm. − The rest have worn me out
With several applications; nature and sickness

Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, Count, [75]
My son’s no dearer.

BERTRAM
Thank your majesty.
Exeunt. Flourish.

Scene III IT

Enter the Countess, Rynaldo her Steward, and Lavatch her Clown.

COUNTESS
I will now hear. What say you of this gentlewoman?

STEWARD
Madam, the care I have had to even your content I wish might be found in
the calendar of my past endeavours, for then we wound our modesty, and
make [5] foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish

them.

COUNTESS
What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah. The complaints I have
heard of you I do not all believe; ’tis my slowness that I do not, for I know
you [10] lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such
knaveries yours.

CLOWN
’Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.

COUNTESS
Well, sir. [15]

CLOWN