275 Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porpentine.
Cour. He did; and from my finger snatch’d that ring.
Ant. E. ’Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her.
Duke. Saw’st thou him enter at the abbey here?
Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your Grace.
280 Duke. Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess hither.
I think you are all mated, or stark [mad].
[Exit] one to the Abbess.
Æge. Most mighty Duke, vouchsafe me speak a word:
Haply I see a friend will save my life,