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
He had not my virginity.
KING.
What say’st thou to her?
BERTRAM.
She’s impudent, my lord,
And was a common gamester to the camp.
DIANA.
He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so
He might have bought me at a common price.
Do not believe him. O, behold this ring,
Whose high respect and rich validity
Did lack a parallel; yet for all that
He gave it to a commoner o’ the camp,
If I be one.
COUNTESS.
He blushes, and ’tis it.
Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
Conferr’d by testament to th’ sequent issue,
Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife;
That ring’s a thousand proofs.
KING.
Methought you said
You saw one here in court could witness it.
DIANA.
I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
So bad an instrument; his name’s Parolles.
LAFEW.
I saw the man today, if man he be.
KING.
Find him, and bring him hither.