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1 Dian, Good my Lord,

Ask him upon his Oath, if he does think
He had not my Virginity.

King. What fay'st thoy 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 were sog
He might have bought me at a common Price,
Do not believe him. O behold this Ring,
Whose high Respect and rich Validity
Did lack a Parallel: Yet for all that
He gave it to a Commoner o'ch' Camp,
If I be one.

Count. He blushes, and 'tiş hit :
Of fix preceeding Ancestors, that Jem
Confer'd by Testament to th' sequent Issue
Hath it been owd and worn. This is his Wife,
That Ring's a thousand Proofs.

King. Methought you said
You saw one here in Court could witness it.

Dia. I did, my Lord, but loath am to produce So bad an Instrument; his Name's Parolles.

Laf. I saw the Man to day, if Man he be.
King, Find him, and bring him hither.

Ber. What of him?
He's quoted for a most perfidious Slave,
With all the Spots o'ch' World, tax'd and deboishid,
Which Nature fickens with: but to speak truth,
Am I, or that or this, for what he'll utter,
That will speak any thing?

King. She hath that Ring of yours.

Ber. I think she has; certain it is I lik’d her,
And boarded her i'th' wanton way of Youth :
She knew her distance, and did angle of me,
Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
As all Impediments in Fancy's course
Are Motives of more Fancy, and in fine,
Her Insuit coming with her modern Grace,
Şubdu'd me to her rate ; me got the Ring,
And I had that which any Inferior might
At Market Price have bought.

Dia. I must be patient :
You that have turn'd off a first so noble Wife,
May juftly 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?
Dia. Sir, much like the same upon your Finger :
King. Know you this Ring, this Ring was his of late.
Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed.

King. The Story then goes false, you threw it him
Out of a Casement.

Enter Parolles.
Ber. My Lord, I do confess the Ring was bers.

King. You boggle threwdly, 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 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 !
King. How, I pray you?

Par. He did love her, Sir, as a Gentleman loves a Woman.

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 Majesty's Command.

Laf. He's a good Drum, my Lord, but a naughty O. rator.

Dia. Do you know he promisd me Marriage?
Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.
King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st?

Par. Yes, so please your Majesty. I did go between them, as I said ; 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 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 did I buy it.
King. Who lent 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 easie Glove, my Lord, she goes off and on at pleasure.

King. This Ring was mine, I gave it his firft Wife.
Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for ought I know.
King. Take her away, I do not like her now,
To Prison with her : And away with him.
Unless thou tell'ft me where thou hadft this Ring,
Thou diest within this Hour.

Dia. I'll never tell you.
King. Take her away.
Dia. I'll put in Bail, my Liege.
King. I think thee now some common Customer.
Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew Man, 'twas you.
King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this while ?

Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty;
He knows I am no Maid, and he'll swear to't;
I'll swear I am a Maid, and he knows not.
Great King, I am no Strumpet, by my Life;
I am either Maid ,or else this old Man's Wife.' Pointing to Laf


99 ben King. She does abuse our Ears, to Prison with her. het Dia. Good Mother, fetch my Bail. Stay, Royal, Sir, Sacher The Jeweller that owes the Ring is sent for,

And he shall surety me. But for this Lord, (To Bert. that Th Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, s promi Tho yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him. e ill w He knows himself my Bed he hath defild, F. And at that time he got his Wife with Child; Du cant Dead tho' she be, she feels her young one kick: Eviders So there's my Riddle, one that's dead is quick. yours? And now behold the meaning.

Enter Helena and Widow.
King. Is there no Exorcist
Beguiles the truer Office of mine Eyes?
Is't real that I see?

Hel. No, my good Lord,
'Tis but the shadow of a Wife you see,
The Name, and not the Thing.

Ber. Both, both, o pardon.

Hel. Oh, my good Lord, when I was like this Maid,

I found you wondrous kind, there is your Ring, . he gre And look you, here's your Letter : This it says,

When from my Finger you can get this Ring, fe. 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 step between me and you.
O, my dear Mother, do I see you living? [To the Countess.

Laf. Mine Eyes (mell Onions, I shall weep anon:
Good Tom Drum, lend me a Handkerchief. [To Parolles.
So, I thank thee, wait on me home, I'll make Sport with
thee : Let thy Courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.

King. Let us from point to point this Story know,
To make the even Truth in pleasure flow :
If thou beest yet a fresh uncropped Flower, [To Diana.
Chuse thou thy Husband, and I'll pay thy Dower,
For I can guess, that by thy honest aid,
Thou keep'st a Wife her self, thy self a Maid.




Of that and all the Progress more and less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express :
All yet seems well, and if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

THE King's a Beggar, now the Play is done :

1 All is well ended, if his Suit be won,
That you express Content; which we will Pay,
With strife to please you, day exceeding day;
Ours be your Patience then, and yours our Parts;
Your gentle Hands lend us, and take our Hearts.

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