_Sec. Lord._ You are loved, sir; They that least lend it you shall lack you first.

_King._ I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count, Since the physician at your father's died? 70 He was much famed.

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_King._ 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; 75 My son's no dearer.

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_Ber._ Thank your majesty. [_Exeunt. Flourish._

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Flourish of cornets.] Flourish cornets. Ff.

[1] _Senoys_] _Siennois_ or _Siennese_ Lloyd conj.

[3, 9, 18] First Lord.] 1. Lord. Rowe. 1. Lo. G. Ff.

[15, 67] Sec. Lord.] 2. Lord. Rowe. 2. Lo. E. Ff.

_Rousillon_] Pope. _Rosignoll_ F1. _Rosillion_ F2. _Rossillion_ F3 F4.

[21] _Hath well composed thee_] _Compos'd thee well_ Pope.

[35] _hide their levity in honour_] _vye their levity with his honour_ Hanmer. _hide their levity in humour_ Long MS.

[35, 36] _honour: So like a courtier,_] Ff. _honour, So like a courtier:_ Capell (Blackstone conj.). _honour: No courtier-like_ Lloyd conj.

[36] _contempt nor_] _no contempt nor_ Rowe (ed. 1). _no contempt or_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[37] _in his pride or sharpness;_] _in him; pride or sharpness_, Theobald (Warburton). _in him, pride or sharpness;_ Capell.

_if they were_] _if there were_ Theobald (Warburton).

[41] _his hand_] _the hand_ Johnson conj. _it's hand_ Capell. _his head_ Long MS.

[42] _another place_] _a brother-race_ Hanmer.

[44, 45] _humility, In ... praise he humbled_] _humility: He in ... praise, humbled_ Becket conj.

[45] _he humbled_] _be-humbled_ Staunton conj.

[47] _demonstrate them now_] _now demonstrate them_ Pope.

[50] _So in approof lives not his_] _Approof so lives not in his_ Johnson conj. _So his approof lives not in_ Capell.

[62] _fathers_] _feathers_ Tyrwhitt conj. _parcels_ Williams conj.

_You are_] Capell. _You'r_ F1 F2. _You're_ F3 F4.

SCENE III. _Rousillon._ _The_ COUNT'S _palace_.

_Count._ I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?

_Stew._ Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make 5 foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

_Count._ What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah: the complaints I have heard of you I do not all believe: 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know you 10 lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.