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Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING of France,] [p]with letters, and divers Attendants]

    • King of France. The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears; 235
      Have fought with equal fortune and continue
      A braving war.
    • King of France. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here received it
      A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, 240
      With caution that the Florentine will move us
      For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
      Prejudicates the business and would seem
      To have us make denial.
    • First Lord. His love and wisdom, 245
      Approved so to your majesty, may plead
      For amplest credence.
    • King of France. He hath arm'd our answer,
      And Florence is denied before he comes:
      Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see 250
      The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
      To stand on either part.
    • Second Lord. It well may serve
      A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
      For breathing and exploit. 255

      [Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES]

        • First Lord. It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,
          Young Bertram.
        • King of France. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; 260
          Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
          Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts
          Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
        • Bertram. My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
        • King of France. I would I had that corporal soundness now, 265
          As when thy father and myself in friendship
          First tried our soldiership! He did look far
          Into the service of the time and was
          Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long;
          But on us both did haggish age steal on 270
          And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
          To talk of your good father. In his youth
          He had the wit which I can well observe
          To-day in our young lords; but they may jest
          Till their own scorn return to them unnoted 275
          Ere they can hide their levity in honour;
          So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness
          Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,
          His equal had awaked them, and his honour,
          Clock to itself, knew the true minute when 280
          Exception bid him speak, and at this time
          His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him
          He used as creatures of another place
          And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
          Making them proud of his humility, 285
          In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man
          Might be a copy to these younger times;
          Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now
          But goers backward.
        • Bertram. His good remembrance, sir, 290
          Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;
          So in approof lives not his epitaph
          As in your royal speech.
        • King of France. Would I were with him! He would always say—
          Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words 295
          He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
          To grow there and to bear,—'Let me not live,'—
          This his good melancholy oft began,
          On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
          When it was out,—'Let me not live,' quoth he, 300
          'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
          Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
          All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
          Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
          Expire before their fashions.' This he wish'd; 305
          I after him do after him wish too,
          Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
          I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
          To give some labourers room.
        • Second Lord. You are loved, sir: 310
          They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
        • King of France. I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,
          Since the physician at your father's died?
          He was much famed.
        • Bertram. Some six months since, my lord. 315
        • King of France. 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;
          My son's no dearer. 320

          [Exeunt. Flourish]

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