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This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Enter a Gentleman.
King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
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 rows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to his country for justice: Grant it me, O
it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him: for this, I'll none of him.
King. The heavens have thought well on thee,
To bring forth this discovery.-Seek these suitors:
[Exeunt Gentleman, and some Attendants.
Now, justice on the doers!
Enter Bertram, guarded.
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and Diana.
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
If you shall marry,
For I by vow am so embodied yours,
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 crea
ture, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your
highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Than for to think that I would sink it here. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to
friend, Till your
deeds gain them: Fairer prove your ho
Good my lord,
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, He gave
it to a commoner o’the camp, If I be one.
Count. He blushes, and 'tis it:
Hath it been ow'd, and worn. This is his wife;
Methought, you said, You saw one here in court could witness it.
Dia. I did, my lord, but loth am to produce
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
What of him?
yours. Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik'd her, And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth: She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, Her insuit coming with her modern grace, Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring; And I had that, which any inferior might At market-price have bought. Dia.
I must be patient; You, that turn’d off a first so noble wife, May justly diet me. I pray you yet, (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,) Send for your ring, I will return it home, And give me mine again. Ber.
I have it not.
King. What ring was yours,
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 a-bed.
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, but, sirrah, 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 you?
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.
King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love this woman?
Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; But how?
King. How is that?