Page 870 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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DIANA
Will you not, my lord?
BERTRAM
It is an honour ‘longing to our house,
Bequeathèd down from many ancestors,
Which were the greatest obloquy i’th’world
In me to lose.
DIANA
Mine honour’s such a ring; [45]
My chastity’s the jewel of our house,
Bequeathèd down from many ancestors,
Which were the greatest obloquy i’th’world
In me to lose. Thus your own proper wisdom
Brings in the champion Honour on my part [50]
Against your vain assault.
BERTRAM
Here, take my ring.
My house, mine honour, yea, my life be thine,
And I’ll be bid by thee.
DIANA
When midnight comes, knock at my chamber window;
I’ll order take my mother shall not hear. [55]
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquered my yet maiden bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me.
My reasons are most strong and you shall know them
When back again this ring shall be delivered. [60]
And on your finger in the night I’ll put
Another ring, that what in time proceeds
May token to the future our past deeds.
Adieu till then; then, fail not. You have won
A wife of me, though there my hope be done. [65]
BERTRAM
