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And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,
Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and Diana.
Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
women? Ber. My lord, I neither can, nor will deny But that I know them: Do they charge ine further?
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
If you shall marry,
Laf. Your reputation [T. 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.
Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your ho
Good my lord,
King. What say'st thou to her?
She's impudent, my lord; And was a coinmon gamester to the camp.
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so,
Count. He blushes, and 'tis it: '
Methought, you said, You saw one here in court could witness it.
Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
What of him?
- and rich validity,] Validity means value. 5 Methought, you said,] The poet has here forgot himself Diana has said no such thing. BLACKSTOVE.
* He's quoted -] i. e. noted, or observed.
? ll'hose nature sickens, but to speak a truth:] i.e. only to speak a truth.
Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter,
She hath that ring of yours.
I inust 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, I pray you?
'Sir, much like The saine upon your finger... King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of
King. The story then goes false, you threw it him Out of a casement.
Dia. I have spoke the truth,
all impediments in funcy's course, &c.] Erery thing that obstructs love is an occasion by which love is heightened. And, to
conclude, her solicitation concurring with her fashionable appear· ance, she got the ring. I am not certain that I have attained the
true meaning of the word modern, which, perhaps, signifies rather meanly pretty. Johnson.
9 May justly diet me.] May justly make me fast, by depriving me (as Desdemona says) of the rites for which I love you.
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, sirrah, but, 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?
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:-
Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.
Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.
Dig. 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
companion -] i. e. fellow.
talked 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. Where did you buy it? 'or who gave it . you? Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. King. Who lent it you?
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 easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure.
King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife.
I'll never tell you. King. Take her away.
I'll put in bail, my liege. King. I think thee now some common customer.3
_ But thou art too fine -] Too fine, too full of finesse; too artful. A French expression-trop fine.
s_ customer, -] i. e. a common woman.