Page 906 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

KING

Know you this ring? This ring was his of late.

DIANA
And this was it I gave him, being abed.

KING
The story then goes false you threw it him
Out of a casement?

DIANA
I have spoke the truth. [230]

Enter Parolles.

BERTRAM

My lord, I do confess the ring was hers.

KING

You boggle shrewdly; every feather starts you. −
Is this the man you speak of?

DIANA
Ay, my lord.

KING
Tell me, sirrah − but tell me true I charge you,

Not fearing the displeasure of your master, [235]
Which on your just proceeding I’ll keep off −
By him and by this woman here what know you?

PAROLLES
So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman.
Tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have. [240]

KING
Come, come, to th’purpose. Did he love this woman?