King. The story then goes false, you threw it him
Out of a casement.
[Dia. I have spoke the truth.]
Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was [hers].
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King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you.
Is this the man you speak of?
Dia. [Ay,] my lord.
King. [Tell me, sirrah], [but tell me true], I charge you,