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That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
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
She never saw it.
If it should prove
[Guards seize BERTRAM.
[Exit BERTRAM, guarded.
Enter a Gentleman.
Gracious sovereign, Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Here's a petition from a Florentine,
1 The proofs which I have already had are sufficient to show that my fears were not vain and irrational. "I have unreasonably feared too little.
Who hath, for four or five removes,' come short
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.Go, 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. King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you
What woman's that?
desire to marry.
1 Removes are journeys or post stages; she had not been able to overtake the king on the road.
2 The second folio reads :- I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for him: for this, I'll none of him." 3 The first folio reads :
“ I wonder, sir, sir ; wives,” &c. The emendation is Mr. Tyrwhitt's. As in the succeeding line means as
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow and Diana.
be pitied. Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honor Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease,' without your remedy. King. Come hither, count. Do you 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 [T. 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 high
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honor,
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.
Enter PAROLLES. Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers. King. You boggle shrewdly; every feather starts
you. Is this the man you speak of ? Dia.
Ay, my lord. King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge
you, Not fearing the displeasure of your master, (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,) By him, and by this woman here, what know
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." VOL. II.