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Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not. King. As thou art a knave, and no knave. 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 orator. Dia. Do you know he promised me marriage? Par. Faith, I know more than I'll speak. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest ?
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 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 which 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?
Ay, my good lord.
King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you?
I found it not. King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, How could you give it him?
Dia. Because he's guilty, aud he is not guilty :
He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't;
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. 280 Dia. It might be yours or hers, for aught I know.
King. Take her away; I do not like her now;
To prison with her: and away with him,
I'll never tell you.
King. Take her away.
King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all this while?
Great king, I am no strumpet. by my life;
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,
Re-enter Widow, with HELENA.
Ber. If she, 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,
Laf. Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anen: [To Parolles] Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: 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 Diana] If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
King. The king's a beggar, now the play is done: