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SCENE V.

To the above, PRINCESS, Attendants.
[King.]
More retribution dwells in beauty's smile,
Than in whole volumes of an old man's praise.

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Approach, my child! Come, grace thy father's side:
These are thy champions; give your women tasks,
Bid all the looms of Pavia ply their labors,
A scarf for every warrior, they'll deserve them.

PRINCESS.
They will not want my thanks, nor such poor tokens
How much I prize their worth; their high-touch'd virtue
Finds in itself the source and end of action;
Secures its right to praise, but scorns to take it.