Page 897 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

LAFEW

All that he is hath reference to your highness.

KING
Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me [30]
That sets him high in fame.

Enter Bertram.

LAFEW
He looks well on’t.

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.

BERTRAM

My high-repented blames,
Dear sovereign, pardon to me.

KING
All is whole.
Not one word more of the consumèd time.
Let’s take the instant by the forward top;

For we are old, and on our quickest decrees [40]
Th’inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals ere we can effect them. You remember

The daughter of this lord?

BERTRAM

Admiringly, my liege. At first
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart [45]
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue;
Where, the impression of mine eye infixing,

Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,