Dian, Good my Lord, Ask him upon his Oath, if he does think King. What fay'ft thou to her? Ber. She's Impudent, my Lord, And was a common Gamefter to the Camp. He gave it to a Commoner o'th' Camp, If I be one. Count. He blushes, and 'tis hit: Of fix preceeding Ancestors, that Jem Confer'd by Teftament to th' fequent Iffue Hath it been ow'd and worn. That Ring's a thousand Proofs. King. Methought you faid This is his Wife, You faw one here in Court could witness it. He's quoted for a most perfidious Slave, With all the Spots o'th' World, tax'd and deboish'd, King. She hath that Ring of yours. Ber. I think fhe has; certain it is I lik'd her, Dia. I must be patient : You that have turn'd off a first so noble Wife, Ber. I have it not. King. What Ring was yours, I pray you? Enter Parolles. Ber. My Lord, I do confefs the Ring was hers. King. You boggle fhrewdly, every Feather starts you: Is this the Man you speak of? Dia. It is, my Lord. King. Tell me, Sirrah, but tell me true, I charge you, Not fearing the Displeasure of your Mafter; Which on your juft Proceeding I'll keep off, By him, and by this Woman here, what know you? Par. So pleafe your Majefty, my Mafter hath been an honourable Gentleman. Tricks he hath had in him, which Gentlemen have. King. Come, come, to the purpofe; Did he love this Woman? Par. 'Faith, Sir, he did love her, but how! King. How, I pray you? Par. He did love her, Sir, as a Gentleman loves a Wo man. King. How is that? Par. He lov'd her, Sir, and lov'd her not. King. As thou art a Knave, and no Knave; what an equivocal Companion is this? Par. I am a poor Man, and at your Majefty's Command. Laf. He's a good Drum, my Lord, but a naughty O rator. Dia. Do you know he promis'd me Marriage? Par. Yes, so please your Majefty. I did go between them, as I faid; but more than that, he lov'd her: For, indeed, he was mad for her, and talk'd of Sathan, 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 promifing her Marriage, and things that would derive me ill will to fpeak of; therefore I will not speak what I know. King. Thou haft fpoken all already, unless thou canst fay they are married; but thou art too fine in thy Evidence ; therefore ftand afide. This Ring, you fay, was yours? Dia. Ay, my good Lord. King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you? Dia. It was not lent me neither. King. Where did you find it then? Dia. 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 eafie Glove, my Lord, fhe goes off and on at pleasure. King. This Ring was mine, I gave it his firft Wife. To Prison with her: And away with him. Dia. I'll never tell you. King. Take her away. Dia. I'll put in Bail, my Liege. King. I think thee now fome common Customer. He knows I am no Maid, and he'll fwear to't; I am either Maid,or elfe this old Man's Wife. Pointing to Laf King. She does abuse our Ears, to Prison with her. Dia. Good Mother, fetch my Bail. Stay, Royal, Sir, The Jeweller that owes the Ring is fent for, And he fhall furety me. But for this Lord, Enter Helena and Widow. King. Is there no Exorcist Beguiles the truer Office of mine Eyes? Hel. No, my good Lord, The Name, and not the Thing. you fee, [To Bert. Hel. Oh, my good Lord, when I was like this Maid, I found you wondrous kind, there is your Ring, And look you, here's your Letter: This it fays, 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 the, 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 ftep between me and you. O, my dear Mother, do I fee you living? [To the Countess. To make the even Truth in pleasure flow : If thou beeft yet a fresh uncropped Flower, A a Of Of that and all the Progrefs more and less, T EPILOGUE. HE King's a Beggar, now the Play is done: [Exeunt. |