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ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL Page: 64
aside.--This ring, you say, was yours?
DIANA.
Ay, my good lord.
KING.
Where did you buy it? or who gave it you?
DIANA.
It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.
KING.
Who lent it you?
DIANA.
It was not lent me neither.
KING.
Where did you find it then?
DIANA.
I found it not.
KING.
If it were yours by none of all these ways,
How could you give it him?
DIANA.
I never gave it him.
LAFEU.
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.
DIANA.
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.--
Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring,
Thou diest within this hour.
DIANA.
I'll never tell you.
KING.
Take her away.
DIANA.
I'll put in bail, my liege.
KING.
I think thee now some common customer.
DIANA.
By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.
KING.
Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all this while?
DIANA.
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 LAFEU.]
KING.
She does abuse our ears; to prison with her.
DIANA.
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
Who hath abus'd me as he knows himself,
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
He knows himself my bed he hath defil'd;
And at that time he got his wife with child.
Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick;
So there's my riddle:--One that's dead is quick;
And now behold the meaning.
[Re-enter Widow with HELENA.]
KING.
Is there no exorcist
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
Is't real that I see?
HELENA.
No, my good lord;
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see--
The name, and not the thing.
BERTRAM.
Both, both; O, pardon!
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