KING.
The story then goes false you threw it him
Out of a casement.
DIANA.
I have spoke the truth.
Enter Attendant with 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,
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.
KING.
Come, come, to the purpose. Did he love this woman?
PAROLLES.
Faith, sir, he did love her; but how?