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Par. My meaning in't

, I protest, was very honest in she outruns any lackey; marry, in coming on he has the behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to the cramp. be a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to 1 Sold. If your life be saved, will you undertake to virginity, and devours up all the fry it finds.

betray the Florentine ? Ber. Damnable, both sides rogue!

Par. Ay,and the captain of his horse,count Rousillon. 1 Sold. men he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, 1 Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know his and take it;

pleasure. After he scores, he never pays

the score:

Par. I'll no more drumming; a plague of all drums! Half won,

is match well made; match, and well Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the supmake it;

position of that lascivious young boy, the count, have He ne'er pays after debts, take it before ;

I run into this danger. Yet, who would have suspected And say, a soldier, Dian, told thee this,

an ambush, where I was taken?

(Aside. Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss :

Sold. There is no remedy, sir, but you must die. The For count of this, the count's a fool, I know it, general says, you, that have so traitorously discoWho pays before, but not when he does owe it. vered the sccrets of your army,and made such pestifeThine, as he vow'd to thee in thine eur, rous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the

PAROLLES. world for vo honest use; therefore you must die.Ber. He shall be whipped through the army, with Come, headsman, off with his head! this rhyme in his forehead.

Par O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death! 2 Lord. This is your devoted friend, sir, the mani- 1 Sold. That you shall, and take your leave of all fold linguist, and the armipotent soldier.

your friends.

(Unmuffling him. Ber. I could endure any thing before, but a cat, and So, look about you ; know you any here? now he's a cat to me.

Ber. Good-morrow, noble captain! 1 Sold. I perceive, sir, by the general's looks, we 2 Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles! shall be fain to hang you.

1 Lord. God save you, noble captain ! Par. My life, sir, in any case: not that I am afraid 2 Lord. Captain, what greeting will


lord to die; but that, my offences being many, I would re- Lafeu? I am for France. pent out the remainder of nature, let me live, sir, in 1 Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the a dungeon, i'the stocks, or anywhere, so I may live! sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rou1 Sold. We'll see what may be done, so you confess sillon? An I were not a very coward, I'd compel it of freely; therefore, once more to this captain Dumain ! you; but fure you well! (Exeunt Bertram, Lords, etc. You have answered to his reputation with the duke, 1 Sold. You are undone, captain: all but your scarf, and to his valour; what is his honesty?

that has a knot on't yet. Par. He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister ; for Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot? rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus. He profes- 1 Sold. If you could find out a country, where but woses not keeping of oaths; in breaking them, he is men were that had received so much shame, you might stronger than Hercules. He will lie, sir, with such vo- begin au impudent nation. Fare you well, sir; I am for lubility, that you would think, truth were a fool : France, too; we shall speak of you there. Exit. drunkenness is his best virtue; for he will be swine-| Par. Yet am I thankful : if my heart were great, drunk; and in his sleep hedoes little harm, save to his 'Twould burst at this: Captain I'll be no more; bed-clothes about him ; but they know his conditions, But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft, and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say, sir, As captain shall: simply the thing I am of his honesty: he has everything, that au honest man Shall make melive. Who knows himself a braggart, should not have; what an honest mau should have, he Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, has nothing

That every braggart shall be found an ass. 1 Lord. I begin to love him for this.

Rust, sword! cool, blushes ! and, Parolles, live Ber. For this description of thine honesty ? A pox Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! upon him for me, he is more and more a cat.

There's place, and means, for every man alive. 1 Sold. What say you to his expertness in war? I'll after them.

(Exit. Par. Faith, sir, he has led the drum before the English tragedians, to belie him I will not, - and more SCENLIV.-Florence. A room in the Widow's house. of his soldiership I know not; except, in that country, Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana. he had the honour to be the officer at a place called Hel. That you may well perceive, I have not wrong'd Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of files: I would you, do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not One of the greatest in the Christian world certain.

Shall be my surely; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful, 1 Lord. He hath out-villained villainy so far, that the Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel. rarity redeems him.

Time was, I did him a desired office, Ber. A pox on him! he's a cat still.

Dear almost as his life; which gratitude 1 Sold. His qualities being at this poor price, I need Through flinty Tartar's bosom would keep forth, not ask you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt. And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd, Par. Sir

, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple His grace is at Marseilles ; to which place of his salvation, the inheritance of it, and cut the We have convenient convoy. You must know, entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession I am supposed dead: the army breaking, for it perpetually.

My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, * 1 Sold. What's his brother, the other captain Du- | And by the leave of my good lord the king, main?

We'll be, before our welcome. 2 Lord. Why does he ask him of me?

Wid. Gentle madam, 1 Sold. What's he?

You never had a servant, to whose trust Par. E'en a crow of the same nest; not altogether so Your business was more welcome. great, as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal Hel. Nor you, mistress, in evil. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour brother is reputed one of the best that is. In a retreat, "To recompense your love ; doubt not, but heaven

Hath brought me np to be your daughter's dower, his nobility remain in his court! I am for the house As it hath f'ated her to be my motive

with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for And helper to a husband. But O strange men! pomp to enter: some, that humble themselves, may; That can such sweet use make of what they hate, but the many will be too chill and tender; and they'll When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts be for the flowery way, that leads to the broad gate, Defles the pitchy night! so lust doth play

and the great fire. With what it loaths, for that which is away.

Laf. Gothy ways, I begin to be a-weary of thee ; and But more of this hereaster!-You, Diana,

I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with Under my poor instructions yet must suffer

thee. Go thy ways; let my horses be well looked to, Something in my behalf.

without any tricks ! Dia. Let death and honesty

Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall bó Go with your impositions, I am yours,

jades 'tricks; which are their own right by the law of Upon your will to suffer.


(Exit. Hel. Yet, I pray you,

Laf. A shrewd knave, and an unhappy! But with the word, the time will bring on summer,

Count. So he is. My lord, that's gone, made himWhen briars shall have leaves as well as thorns, self much sport out of him; by his authority he reAnd be as sweet as sharp. We must away;

mains here, which he thinks is a patent for his sauciOur waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us. ness; and, indeed, he has no pace, but runs where he will. All's well that ends well: still the fine's the crown; Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss: and I was about Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. (Exeunt. to tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death, and

that my lord your son was upon his return home, I SCENE V.- Rousillon. A room in the Countess's moved the king, my master, to speak in the behalf of palace.

my daughter; which in the minority of them both, his Enter Countess, LaFeu, and Clown. majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did first Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt- propose : his highness hath promised me to do it; and, taffata fellow there, whose villainous saffron would to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against have made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a your son, there is no fitter matter. How does your lanation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been dyship like it? alive at this hour; and your son here at home, more Count. With very much content, my lord, and I wish advanced by the king, than by that red-tailed humble- it happily effected. bee I speak of.

Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as Count. I would, I had not known him! it was the able body, as when he numbered thirty; he will be here death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that ever to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such innature had praise for creating: if she had partaken of telligence hath seldom failed. my flesh, and cost me the dearest groans of a mother, Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I could not have owed her a more rooted love.

I die. I have letters, that my son will be here to-night: Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may 1 shall beseech your lordship, to remain with me till pick a thousand salads, ere we light on such another they meet together. herb.

Laj. Madam, I was thinking, with what manners I Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the might safely be admitted. salad, or, rather the herb of grace.

Count. You need but plead your honourable priLaf. They are not salad-herbs, you knave, they are vilege. nose-herbs.

Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter ; but, Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir, I have not I thank my God, it holds yet. much skill in grass.

Re-enter Clown. Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself; a knave, Clo. O madam,

yonder's my lord your son with a patch or a fool ?

of velvet on's face; whether there be a scar under it, Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a kuave at or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of a man's.

velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, Laf. Your distinction ?

but his right cheek is worn bare. Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good service.

livery of honour; so, belike, is that. Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed. Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face. Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you ; I long to her service.

talk with the young noble soldier. Laf. I will subscribe for thee; thou art both knave Clo. 'Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine and fool.

hats,and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, Clo. At your service. .

and nod at every man.

(Exeunt. Laf. No, no, no Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as

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V. great a prince, as you are. Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman?

SCENE I.-- Marseilles. A street. Clo. 'Faith, sir, he has an English name; but his Enter Helena, Widow, and Diara, with two Atphisnomy is more hotter in France, than there.

tendants. Laf. What prince is that?

Hel. But this exceeding posting, day and night, clo. The black prince, sir ; alias, the prince of dark- Must wear your spirits low: we cannot helpit; ness; alias, the devil.

But, since you have made the days and nights as one, Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse. I give thee not to wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, this to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st of; Be bold, you do so grow in my requital, serve him still.

As nothing can unroot you. In happy time ;Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved

Enter a gentle Astringer, a great fire; and the master I speak of, ever keeps a This man may help me to his majesty's ear, good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world, let' If he would spend his power.- God save you, sir!


Gent. And you!

Let the justices make yon and fortune friends ; I am for Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France. other business. Gent. I have been sometimes there.

Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen word. From the report, that goes upon your goodness; Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions, ha't; save your word. Which lay nice manners by, I put you to

Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles. The use of your own virtues, for the which

Laf. You beg more than one word then. -Cox'my I shall continue thankful.

passion! give me your hand !- How does your drum? Gent. What's your will?

Par. O my good lord,y you were the first that found me. Hel. That it will please you

Laf. Was I,in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee. To give this poor petition to the king,

Par. It lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some And aid me with that store of power you have, grace, for you did bring me out. To come into his presence.

Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou pat upon me Gent. The king's not here.

at once both the office of God and the devil? one brings Hel. Not here, sir?

thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [TrumGent. Not, indeed:

pets sound.] The king's coming, I know by his trumHe henceremov'd last night, and with more haste, pets. — Sirrah, inquire further after me; I had talk Than is his use.

of you last night: though you are a fool and a knave, Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains !

you shall eat; go to, fellow. Hel. All's well that ends well, yet,

Par. I praise God for you.

[Exeunt. Though time seem so advérse, and means unfit.I do beseech you, whither has he gone?

SCENE III. — The same. A room in the Countess's Gent. Marry, as s take it, to Rousillon; Whither I am going.

Flourish. Enter King, Countess, LaFet, Lords, Hel, I do beseech you, sir,

Gentlemen, Guards, etc.

are like to see the king before me,

King. We lost a jewel of her; and our esteem
Commend the paper to his gracious hand;

Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
Which, I presume, shall render you no blame, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
But rather make you thank your pains for it:

Her estimation home.
I will come after you, with what good speed

Count. 'Tis past, my liege: Our means will make us means.

And I beseech your majesty to make it
Gent. This I'll do for you.

Natural rebellion, done i'the blaze of youth,
Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'a, When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
Whate'er falls more.- We must to horse again ; O’erbears it, and burns on.
Go, go, provide.

[Exeunt. King. My honour'd lady,

I have forgiven and forgotten all;
SCENE II.-Rousillon. The inner court of the Coun- Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
tess's palace.

And watch'd the time to shoot.
Enter Clown and PAKOLLES.

Laf. This I must say,
Par. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu But first I beg my pardon. - The young lord
this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to Did to his majesty, his mother, and his lady,
you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; Offence of mighty note; but to himself
but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and The greatest wrong of all: he lost a wife,
smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Whose beauty did astonish the survey

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if of richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive, it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will hence- Whose dear perfection, hearts, that scoru'd to serve, forth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. Pr’ythee, al- Humbly call'd mistress. low the wind.

King. Praising what is lost, Par. Nay, you need not stop your nose, sir; I spake Makes the remembrauce dear.–Well,call him hither!but by a metaphor.

Weare reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop All repetition. — Let him

not ask our pardon! my nose; or against any man's metaphor. Pr’ythee, The nature of his great offence is dead, get thee further!

And deeper than oblivion do we bury Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper!

The incensing relics ofit: let him approach, Clo. Foh, pr’ythee, stand away! A paper from for- A stranger, no offender; and inform him, tune's close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here So 'tis our will he should ! he comes himself.

Gent. I shall, my liege.

(Exit Gentleman. Enter LAFEU.

King. What says he to your daughter ? have you Here is a pur of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat, (but spoke? not. a musk-cat,) that has fallen into the unclean fish- Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness. pond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters withal. Pray you, sir, use the carp as you may; for he

sent me, looks likea poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally That set him high in fame. knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort,

Enter BERTRAM. and leave him to your lordship.' (Exit Clown. Laf. He looks well on't.

Par. My lord, I am a man, whom fortune hath cruelly King. I am not a day of season, scratched.

For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail Laf. And what would you have me to do?'tis too late In me at once: but to the brightest beams to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth, knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who The time is fair again. of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves Ber. My high-repented blames, thrive long under her? There's a quart d'ecu for you. Dear sovereign, pardon to me!

King. All is whole;

Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Not one word more of the consumed time!

Than I have in this ring : 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Let's take the instant by the forward top;

Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees

That you are well acquainted with yourself, The inaudible and noiseless foot of time

Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember You got it from her; she call’d the saints to surety, The daughter of this lord ?

That she would never put it from her finger, Ber. Admiringly, my liege: at first

Unless she gave it to yourself in bed, I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart

(Where you have never come,) or sentit us Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue:

Upon her great disaster. Where the impression of mine eye infixing,

Ber. She never saw it. Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, King. Thou speak’st it falsely, as I love mine honour, Which warp'd the line of every other favour; And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Scorn’d a fair colour, or express'd it stol'n,

Which I would fain shut out. If it should prove Extended or contracted all proportions,

That thou art so inhuman,-'twill not prove so ; — To a most hideous object. Thence it came,

And yet I know not:- thou didst hate her deadly, That she, whom all men prais’d, and whom myself, And she is dead; which nothing, but to close Since I have lost, have lov’d, was in mine eye

Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, The dust that did oflend it.

More than to see this ring. – Take him away! King. Well excus'd!

[Guards seize Bertram. That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, From the great compt. But love, that comes too late, Shall tax my fears of little vanity, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,

Having vainly fear's too little. — Away with him! To the great sender turns a sour offence,

We'll sift this matter further.
Crying, That's good, that's gone: our rash faults Ber. If you shall prove,
Make trivial price of serious things we have,

This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Not knowing them, until we know their grave: Prove, that I husbanded her bed in Florerice,
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,

Where yet she never was. [Exit Bertram guarded. Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust:

Enter a Gentleman. Our own love waking cries to see what's done,

King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Gent. Gracious sovereign, Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her! Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin: Here's a petition from a Florentine, The main consents are had; and here we'll stay Who hath, for four or five removes, come short To see our widower's second marriage-day.

To tender it herself. I undertook it, Count. Which better than the first, o dear heaven, Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech bless!

Of the poor suppliant, who by this, I know, Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cease!

Is here attending: her business looks in her Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name With an importing visage; and she told me, Must be digested, give a favour from you,

In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,

Your highness with herself. That she may quickly come.

— By my old beard, King. [Reads) Upon his many protestations to And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, marry me, when his wife was dead, Î blush to say it, Was a sweet creature; such a ring as this,

he won me. Now is the count Rousillon a widower; The last that e'er 1 took her leave at court,

his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to I saw upon her finger.

him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I Ber. Her's it was not.

follow him to his country for justice. Grant it me, 0 King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye, King; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flouWhile I was speaking, oft was fasten'l to't. rishes, and a poor maid is undone., Diana CAPULET. This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood

him : for this, I'll none of him. Necessitied to help, that by this token

King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafen, I would relieve her. Had you that craft, to reave her To bring forth this discovery.--Seek these suitors :Of what should stead her most?

Go speedily, and bring again the count! Ber. My gracious sovereign,

(Exeunt Gentleman and some Attendants. Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,

I am a fear'd, the life of Helen, lady, The ring was never her's.

Was foully snatch'd. Count. Son, on my life,

Count. Now, justice on the doers ! I have seen her wearit; and she reckoned it

Enter BERTRAM, guarded. At her life's rate.

King. I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you, Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it.

And that you fly them, as, you swear them lordship, Ber. You are deceiv'd, my lord, she never saw it:

desire to marry. - What woman's that? In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,

Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and Diana.
Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Of her that threw it: poble she was, and thought Derived from the ancient Capulet;
I stood engag'd: but when I had subscrib'd

My suit, as I do understand, you know,
To mine own fortune, and inform’d her fully, Andtherefore know, how far I may be pitied.
I could not answer in that course of honour,

Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour As she had made the overture, she ceas'd,

Both suffer under this complaint, we bring, In heavy satisfaction, and would never

And both shall cease, without your remedy. Receivethe ring again.

King.Come hither,count! Do you know these womeu? King. Platus himself,

Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Bat that I know them. Do they charge me further?

Yet you

Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife? Out of a casement.
Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.

Dia. I have spoke the truth.
Dia. If you shall marry,

Enter PAROLLES. You give away this hand, and that is mine;

Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was hers. You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine; King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts You give away myself, which is known mine;

yoll. For I by vow am so embodied yours,

Is this the man you speak of? That she, which marries you, must marry me,

Dia. Ay, my lord. Either both, or none.

King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I charge you, Laf. Your reputation (To Bertram} comes too short Not tearing the displeasure of your master, for my daughter, you are no husband for her. (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,)

Ber. My lord, this is a sond and desperate creature, By him, and by this woman here, what know you? Whom sometime I have laugh'd with:let your highness Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, Than for to think, that I would sink it here!

which gentlemen have. King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to King. Come, come, to the purpose : Did he love this friend,

woman? Till your deeds gain them. Fairer prove your honour, Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her. But how? Than in my thought it lies !

King. How, I pray you? Dia. Good my lord,

Par Hedid love her, sir,as a gentleman loves a woman. Ask him, upon his oath, if he does think,

King. How is that? He had not my virginity.

Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. King. What say'st thou to her?

King. As thou art a knave and no knave. What Ber. She's impudent, nıy lord,

an equivocal companion is this? And was a common gamester to the camp.

Par I am a poor man,and at your majesty's command. Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so, Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator. He might have bought me at a common price.

Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage? Do not believe him! O, behold this ring,

Par. Faith, I know more than I'll speak. Whose high respect, and rich validity,

King. But wilt thou not speak allthou know'st? Did lack a parallel; yet, for all that,

Par. Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between He gave it to a commoner o'the camp,

them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her, If I be one.

for, indeed, he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, Count. He blushes, and 'tis it:

and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet Of six preceding ancestors, that gem

I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, of their going to bed; and of other motions, as proHath it been ow'd and worn. This is his wife ; mising her marriage, aud things that would derive me That ring's a thousand proofs.

ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I King. Methought, you said,

know. You saw one here in court could witness it.

King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thon Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce canst say they are married. But thou art too fine in thy So bad an instrument; his name's Parolles.

evidence; therefore stand aside!- This ring, you say, Laf.I saw the man to-day, if man he be.

was yours? King. Find him, and bring him hither!

Diu. Ay, my good lord. Ber. What of him?

King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you? He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,

Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.
With all the spots o'the world tax’dand debosh'd; King. Who lent it you?
Whose nature sickens but so speak a truth:

Dia. It was not lent me neither.
Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,

King. Where did you find it then? That will speak any thing?

Dia. I found it not. King. She hath that ring of yours.

King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik’d her, How could you give it him? And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth :

Diu. I never gave it him. She knew her distance, and did angle for me,

Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes Madding my eagerness with her restraint,

off and on at pleasure. As all impediments in fancy's course

King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,

Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know. Her insuit coming with her modern grace,

King. Take her away, I do not like her now; Subdued me to her rate: she got thering;

To prison with her, and away with him! And I had that, which any inferior might

Unless thou tell’st me where thou had'st this ring, At market-price have bought.

Thou diest within this hour. Dia. I must be patient;

Dia. I'll never tell you. You that turn’d off a first so noble wife,

King. Take her away! May justly diet me. I pray you yet,

Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege. (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,)

King. I think thee now some common customer. Send for your ring, I will return it home,

Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. And give me mine again!

King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this Ber. I have it not.

while ? King. What ring was yours, I pray you ?

Dia. Because, he's guilty, and he is not guilty; Dia. Sir, much like

He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't: The same npon your finger.

I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late. Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. King. The story then goes false, you threw it him

(Pointing to Lafeu.

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