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Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow and DIANA.
Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honor
know these women? Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny But that I know them. Do they charge me further?
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine ; You give away Heaven's vows, and those are mine ; You give away myself, which is known mine; For I by vow am so imbodied yours, That she, which marries you, must marry me, Either both or none.
Laf. Your reputation [To BERTRAM.] comes too short for my daughter; you are no husband for her.
Ber. My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometimes I have laughed with: let
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honor,
deeds gain them. Fairer prove your honor, Than in my thought it lies! Dia.
Good my lord,
1 Decease, die.
King. What say'st thou to her?
She's impudent, my lord; And was a common gamester to the camp.
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord ; if I were so,
Count. He blushes, and 'tis it : 2
Methought you said You saw one here in court could witness it.
Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
What of him!
She hath that ring of yours. Ber. I think she has : certain it is, I liked her, And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth. She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Maddening my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
1 i. e. value.
2 Malone remarks that the old copy reads, 'tis hit, and that in many of our old chronicles he had found hit printed instead of it.
Her insuit coming with her modern grace,'
I must be patient;
pray you, yet,
I have it not. King. What ring was yours, I pray you? Dia.
Sir, much like The same upon your finger. King. Know you this ring? This ring was his of
late. Dia. And this was it I gave him, being abed.
King. The story then goes false, you threw it him Out of a casement. Dia.
I have spoke the truth.
Ay, my lord.
Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.
1 « Every thing that obstructs love is an occasion by which love is heightened, and, to conclude, her solicitation concurring with her common or ordinary grace, she got the ring."
King. Come, come, to the purpose. Did he love
this woman? Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her ; but how? King. How, I pray you? Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a
King. How is that?
King. As thou art a knave, and no knave. What an equivocal companion is this !
Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.
Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.
Dia. Do you know he promised me marriage ?
Par. Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between them, as I said ; but more than that, he loved her,-for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed, and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things that would derive me ill will to speak of; therefore I will not speak what I know.
King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married. But thou art too fine ? in thy evidence: therefore stand aside.This ring, you say, was yours? Dia.
Ay, my good lord. King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you? Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. King. Who lent it you? Dia.
It was not lent me neither. King. Where did you find it then? Dia.
I found it not.
1 i. e. fellow,
2 In the French sense, trop fine.
King: If it were yours by none of all these ways, How could you give it him? Dia.
I never gave it him. Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure.
King. This ring was mine; I gave it his first wife.
King. Take her away; I do not like her now;
I'll never tell you.
I'll put in bail, my liege.
[Pointing to LaFEU. King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her. Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.–Stay, royal sir ;
[Exit Widow. The jeweller that owes ? the ring is sent for, And he shall surety me.
But for this lord,
1 i. e. common woman, with whom any one may be familiar.