Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,

But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,

That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,

Fall on thy [head!] Farewell, my lord;

'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,

[Advise him.]

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[Laf. He cannot] want the best

That shall attend his love.

Count. [Heaven] bless him! Farewell, Bertram. [Exit.