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Son, on my life,
I am sure I saw her wear it.
Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Whoever gave it you. Then if you know That you are well acquainted with yourself, Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement You got it from her. She called the saints to surety, That she would never put it from her finger Unless she gave it to yourself in bed, (Where you have never come,) or sent it us Upon her great disaster. Ber.
She never saw it.
If it should prove
[Guards seize BERTRAM.
Ber. If you shall prove This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet she never was. [Exit BERTRAM, guarded.
Enter a Gentleman.
King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honor's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice. Grant it me, o king; in you it best lies ; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
DIANA CAPULET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for this; I'll none of him.
King. The Heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery.- Seek these suitors.G), speedily, and bring again the count.
[Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatched. Count.
Now, justice on the doers !
Enter BERTRAM, guarded.
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow and DIANA.
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honor
King. Come hither, Count. Do you know these women?
Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
If you shall marry,
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 your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honor, Than for to think that I would sink it here.
King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend,
Good my lord,
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, He might have bought me at a common price. Do not believe him : 0, behold this ring, Whose high respect, and rich validity, Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that lle gave
it to a commoner o' the camp, If I be one.
Count. He blushes, and 'tis it:
Methought you said
Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
What of him?
He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
She hath that ring of yours.
I must be patient;
I have it not.
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.
King. You boggle shrewdly; every feather starts you.
Ay, my lord.
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. King. Come, come, to the purpose. Did he love this
Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; but how?
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.
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.
It was not lent me neither.
I found it not 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.