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Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a Fair, and toll for him. For this, I'll none of him.
King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu,
Count. Now justice on the doers !
King. I wonder, Sir, wives are so monstrous to you, And that you fly them as you swear to them; Yet you desire to wed.
desire to wed. What Woman's that?
Enter Widow, and Diana.
be pitied. Wid. I am her Mother, Sir, whose Age and Honour Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease without your remedy. King. Come hither, Count; do you know these Wo
men ? 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?
Laf. Your reputation comes too short for my Daughter, you are no husband for her. [To Bertram.
Ber. My Lord, this is a fond and desp'rate Creature, Whom fometime' I have laugh'd with : 'let your High
ness Vol. II.
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour,
friend, 'Till your deeds gain them fairer : prove your honour, Then in my thought it.lies.
Dia. Good my Lord,
Ber. She's impudent, my Lord;
Dia. He does me wrong, my Lord; if I were fo,
it to a commoner o'ch' camp, If I be one.
Count. He blushes, and 'tis his :
King. Methought, you said,
Dia. I did, my Lord, but loth am to produce
(42) Conferr'd by Testament to th' subsequent Ifue,] This is only the Reading, I think, of the last Editor. I might say, This in Mr. Pope's Ear is a Verse, to return him one of his Civilities : but I'll content myself with observing, that all the genuine Copies read;
Conferr'd by Teftament to th' fequent Ifue, So, before, in this Play ;
Indeed, your O Lord, Sir, is very sequent to your whipping. . So, in Troilus and Cressida ;
But be thou true, say I, to fashion in
My sequent Protestation :
now, the next Day
Thou know already.
Laf. I saw the man to day, if man he be.
Ber. What of him?
King. She hath that ring of yours.
Ber. I think, she has; certain it is, I lik'd her,
Dia. I must be patient:
Ber. I have it not.
King. The story then goes false, you threw it him
King. Tell me, Sirrah, but tell me true, I charge
you, Not fearing the displeasure of your Master, Which on your jult 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 Majefty's Command.
Laf. He's a good Drum, my Lord, but a naughty Orator.
Dia. Do you know, he promis'd me marriage?
between them, as I said ; but more than that, he lov'd 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 haft 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.
Dia. It was not given me, nor did I buy it.
King. If it were yours by none of all these ways,
Dia. I never gave it him.
Laf. This Woman's an easie glove, my Lord, she goes off and on at pleasure.
King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first Wife.
King. Take her away, I do not like her now,
Dia. I'll never tell you,
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty ;
[Pointing to Lafeu. King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with her. Dia. Good Mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal Sir,
[Ex. Widow. The Jeweller that owes the ring is sent for, And he shall surety me. But for this Lord, (To Berta Who hath abus'd'me, as he knows himself, Tho' yet he never harm’d me, here I quit him. He knows himself my bed he hath defild, And at that time he got his Wife with child; Dead tho’ she be, she feels her young one kick: So there's my Riddle, one that's dead is quick. And now behold the meaning.