Page 826 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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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 [175]
Smile upon this contract, whose ceremony
Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
And be performed tonight. The solemn feast
Shall more attend upon the coming space,
Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her [180]
Thy love’s to me religious; else, does err.
Exeunt all but Parolles and Lafew, who stay behind, commenting on this
wedding.
LAFEW
Do you hear, monsieur? A word with you.
PAROLLES
Your pleasure, sir.
LAFEW
Your lord and master did well to make his recantation. [185]
PAROLLES
Recantation! My lord! My master!
LAFEW
Ay. Is it not a language I speak?
PAROLLES
A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding. My
