Dia. I haue spoke the truth.
Enter Parolles.
Ros. My Lord, I do confesse the ring was hers
Kin. You boggle shrewdly, euery feather starts you:
Is this the man you speake of?
Dia. I, my Lord
Kin. Tell me sirrah, but tell me true I charge you, Not fearing the displeasure of your master: Which on your iust proceeding, Ile keepe off, By him and by this woman heere, what know you? Par. So please your Maiesty, my master hath bin an honourable Gentleman. Trickes hee hath had in him, which Gentlemen haue
Kin. Come, come, to'th' purpose: Did hee loue this
woman?
Par. Faith sir he did loue her, but how
Kin. How I pray you?
Par. He did loue her sir, as a Gent. loues a Woman
Kin. How is that?
Par. He lou'd her sir, and lou'd her not
Kin. As thou art a knaue and no knaue, what an equiuocall
Companion is this?
Par. I am a poore man, and at your Maiesties command
Laf. Hee's a good drumme my Lord, but a naughtie
Orator
Dian. Do you know he promist me marriage?
Par. Faith I know more then Ile speake