Page 903 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

BERTRAM

She’s none of mine, my lord.

DIANA
If you shall marry
You give away this hand, and that is mine, [170]
You give away heaven’s vows, and those are mine,

You give away myself, which is known mine;
For I by vow am so embodied yours
That she which marries you must marry me −
Either both or none. [175]

LAFEW
Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you are no husband for

her.

BERTRAM
My lord, this is a fond and desperate creature
Whom sometime I have laughed with. Let your highness
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour [180]

Than for to think that I would sink it here.

KING
Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend
Till your deeds gain them; fairer prove your honour
Than in my thought it lies!

DIANA
Good my lord,

Ask him upon his oath if he does think [185]
He had not my virginity.

KING
What sayst thou to her?

BERTRAM
She’s impudent, my lord,