Page 896 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

When oil and fire, too strong for reason’s force,
O’erbears it and burns on.

KING
My honoured lady,
I have forgiven and forgotten all,
Though my revenges were high bent upon him [10]

And watched the time to shoot.

LAFEW
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 scorned to serve
Humbly called 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 your pardon;
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury
Th’incensing relics of it. Let him approach [25]

A stranger, no offender; and inform him
So ’tis our will he should.
Exit.

ATTENDANT
I shall, my liege.

KING

What says he to your daughter? Have you spoke?