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honourable gentleman. Tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.

King. Come, come, to ihe 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 coinmand.

Laf. He's a good drum, my Lord, bet a naughty
Dia. Do you know, he promis'd me marriage ?
Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.
King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'it ?

Par. Yes, so please your Majesty. ' I did go betiveen 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.canit say they are married; but thou art too fine in thy evi-. dence; therefore fland aside. This ring, you say, was yours?

Dia. Ay, my good Lord.
King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it
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 chen?
Dia. I found it not.
King. If it were yours by none of all these ways,
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How could you give it him?

Dia. I never gave it him,

Lof. This woman's an easy glove, my Lord, he goes off and on at pleasure.

King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife.
Din. It might be yours, or her’s, 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'it me where thou hadit this ring,
Thou dieít 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 haft 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 fwear, I am a maid, and he knows not.
Great King, I am no ftrumpet, by my life ;
I'm either maid, or else this old man's wife,

[Pointing to Lafeu. King. She does abuse our ears ; to prison with her. Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal Sir,

[Exit Widow.
The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for,
And he shall surety me. But for this Lord, (To Bert.
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' the be, she feels her young one kick:
So there's my riddle, one that's dead is quick.
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 fee?
Hel. No, my good Lord,

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Tis but a shadow of a wife you fee,
The name, and not the thing.

Ber. Both, both; oh, pardon!

Hel. Oh, my good Lord, when I was like this maid,
I found you wond'rous kind; there is your ring,
And look you, here's your letter : this it says,
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 step between me and you !
O, my dear mother, do I see you living?

To the Countes.
Laf. Mine eyes smell 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 courtefies 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 beeft 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 keptit a wife herself, thyself a maid.
Of that and all the progress more and less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express :
All yet seems well, and if it end fo meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. (Exean.

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