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Send for your ring, I will return it home,
Ber. I have it not.
Dia. Sir, much like
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
Dia. Ay, my lord.
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?
Par. He did.love her, Sir, as a gentleman loves a woman.
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 talk'd 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. 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. Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know.
King. Take her away, I do not like her now ; To prison with her: and away with him.-. Unless thou tell’st me where thou hadst this ring, Thou diest within this hour.
Dia. I'll never tell you.
[Pointing to Lafeu. King She does abuse our ears; to prison with
her. Dia. Good mother-fetch my bail.-Stay, royal
[Exit Widow. The jeweller, that owes the ring is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this lord, Who hath abused me, as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm’d me, here I quit him : He knows himself, my bed he hath defiled; And at that time he got his wife with child :
Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick;
Re-enter Widow with HELENA.
Hel. No, my good lord ;
Ber. Both, both; 0, pardon !
Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, I found you wond'rous kind. There is your ring, And, look you, here's your letter; this it says, When from my finger you can get this ring, And are by me with child, &c.—This is done : Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this
clearly, I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce step between me and you ! 0, my dear mother, do I see you living?
Luf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon : -Good Tom Drum, (To Parolles.] lend me a handkerchief : so, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee: let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
King. Let us from point to point this story know, To make the even truth in pleasure flow : If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
[To Diana. Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower ; For I can guess, that, by the honest aid, Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.Of that, and all the progress, more and less, Resolvedly more leisure shall express : All yet seems well ; and, if it end so meet, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
(Flourish. Advancing The king's a beggar, now the play is done : All is well ended, if this suit be won, That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day : Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts ; Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
[Exeunt. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.)-This play has many delightful scenes, though not sufficiently probable; and some happy characters, though not new, nor proudced by any deep knowledge of human nature. Parolles is a boaster and a coward, such as has always been the sport of the stage, but perhaps never raised more laughter or contempt than in the hands of Shakspeare.
I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram; a man noble without generosity, and young without truth ; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate : when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
The story of Bertram and Diana had been told before of Mariana and Angelo, and, to confess the truth, scarcely merited to be heard a second time.