Page 905 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.
Am I or that or this for what he’ll utter,
That will speak anything?

KING
She hath that ring of yours.

BERTRAM
I think she has. Certain it is I liked her [210]

And boarded her i’th’wanton way of youth.
She knew her distance and did angle for me,
Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
As all impediments in fancy’s course

Are motives of more fancy; and in fine [215]
Her infinite cunning with her modern grace
Subdued me to her rate. She got the ring,
And I had that which any inferior might

At market-price have bought.

DIANA
I must be patient.
You that have turned off a first so noble wife [220]
May justly diet me. I pray you yet −

Since you lack virtue I will lose a husband −
Send for your ring, I will return it home,
And give me mine again.

BERTRAM
I have it not.

KING
What ring was yours, I pray you?

DIANA
Sir, much like [225]

The same upon your finger.