Laf. Your reputation comes too short for my daughter,
you are no husband for her
Ber. My Lord, this is a fond and desp'rate creature,
Whom sometime I haue laugh'd with: Let your highnes
Lay a more noble thought vpon mine honour,
Then for to thinke that I would sinke it heere
Kin. Sir for my thoughts, you haue them il to friend,
Till your deeds gaine them fairer: proue your honor,
Then in my thought it lies
Dian. Good my Lord,
Aske him vpon his oath, if hee do's thinke
He had not my virginity
Kin. What saist thou to her?
Ber. She's impudent my Lord,
And was a common gamester to the Campe
Dia. He do's me wrong my Lord: If I were so,
He might haue bought me at a common price.
Do not beleeue him. O behold this Ring,
Whose high respect and rich validitie
Did lacke a Paralell: yet for all that
He gaue it to a Commoner a'th Campe
If I be one
Coun. He blushes, and 'tis hit:
Of sixe preceding Ancestors that Iemme
Confer'd by testament to'th sequent issue
Hath it beene owed and worne. This is his wife,
That Ring's a thousand proofes
King. Me thought you saide
You saw one heere in Court could witnesse it
Dia. I did my Lord, but loath am to produce
So bad an instrument, his names Parrolles
Laf. I saw the man to day, if man he bee