_First Lord._ So 'tis reported, sir. _King._ Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, 5 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, Approved so to your majesty, may plead 10 For amplest credence. _King._ He hath arm'd our answer, And Florence is denied before he comes: Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see The Tuscan service, freely have they leave To stand on either part. _Sec. Lord._ It well may serve 15 A nursery to our gentry, who are sick For breathing and exploit. _King._ What's he comes here? _Enter_ BERTRAM, LAFEU, _and_ PAROLLES. _First Lord._ It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord, Young Bertram. _King._ Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, 20 Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. _Ber._ My thanks and duty are your majesty's. _King._ I would I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship 25 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, And wore us out of act. It much repairs me 30 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 Ere they can hide their levity in honour: 35 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 Exception bid him speak, and at this time 40 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, In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man 45 Might be a copy to these younger times; Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward. _Ber._ His good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb; So in approof lives not his epitaph 50 As in your royal speech.