And every hair that's on't, Helen that's dead, Ber. Hers it was not. King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't. This ring was mine: when I gave it and, Belen, I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help,, that by this token I would relieve her: Had you that craft, to reave her Of what should stead her most? Ber. My gracious Sovereign, Howe'er it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never her's. Count. Son, on my life, I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it Laf. I am sure, I saw her wear it. Ber. You are deceiv'd, my Lord, she never saw it: In Florence was it from a casement, thrown me, King. Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science, 'Than I have in this ring was mine, 'twas Helen's, Whoever gave it you: Then, if you know ment You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety, That she would never put it from her finger, (Where you have never come,) or sent it us Ber. She never saw it. King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour; And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me, Which I would fain shut out: If it should And she is dead; which nothing, but to close My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall, him; We'll sift this matter further. Bar. If you shall prove Away with This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Where yet she never was? . [Exit BERTRAM, guarded. Enter a Gentleman. King. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. Whether I have been to blame, or no, I know not; Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath, for four or five removes, come short Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech King. [Reads.] Upon his many protestations to marry me, when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the Count Rou sillon a widower; his vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow him to. his country for justice: Grant it me, O King; in you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone. DIANA CAPULET. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll him for this, I'll none of him. King. The heavens have thought well on thee To bring forth this discovery. -Seek these suitors: Go, speedily, and bring again the Count. [Exeunt Gentleman, and sme Attendants. I am afeard, the life of Helen, Lady, Was foully snatch'd. Count. Now, justice on the doers! Enter BERTRAM, guarded. King. I wonder, Sir, since wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you lordship, 8 Year them What woman's Re-enter Gentleman, with Widow, and DIANA. Dia. I am, my Lord, a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capulet; My suit, as I do understand, you know,· Both suffer under this complaint we bring, 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? Ber. She's none of mine, my Lord. Dia. If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine; You give away heaven's vows, mine; and those are You give away myself, which is known mine; That she, which marries you, must marry me, Laf. Your reputation, [To BERTRAM.] comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. い Ber. My Lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, 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 to friend, Till your deeds gain them: Fairer prove your honour, Than in my thought it lies! Dia. Good my Lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think He had not my virginity. King. What say'st thou to her? Ber. She's impudent, my Lord;' And was a common gamester to the camp. Dia. He does me wrong, my Lord; if I He might have bought me at a common price: Hath it been ow'd, and worn. This is his wife; That ring's a thousands proofs. King. Methonght, you said, You saw one here in court could witness it. |