King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu,
To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors:
Go speedily and bring again the [count].
I am [afeard] the life of Helen, lady,
Was foully [snatch'd].
Count. Now, justice on the doers!
Re-enter Bertram, guarded.
King. I wonder, [sir, sith wives are monsters] to you,
And that you fly them as you swear [them lordship],