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HELENA
(to Fourth Lord)
You are too young, too happy, and too good
To make yourself a son out of my blood. [95]
FOURTH LORD
Fair one, I think not so.
LAFEW
There’s one grape yet. I am sure thy father drunk wine; but if thou beest not
an ass, I am a youth of fourteen; I have known thee already.
HELENA
(to Bertram)
I dare not say I take you, but I give [100]
Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
Into your guiding power. This is the man.
KING
Why, then, young Bertram, take her, she’s thy wife.
BERTRAM
My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,
In such a business give me leave to use [105]
The help of mine own eyes.
KING
Knowest thou not, Bertram,
What she has done for me?
BERTRAM
Yes, my good lord,
But never hope to know why I should marry her.
KING
Thou knowest she has raised me from my sickly bed.
