Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal sir:
Exit Widow
The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for,
And he shall surety me. But for this lord,
Who hath abused me, as he knows himself,
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
He knows himself ...

Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty:
He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't;
I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not.
Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life;
I am either maid, or else this old man ...

By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.

I'll put in bail, my liege.

I'll never tell you.

It might be yours or hers, for aught I know.

I never gave it him.

I found it not.

It was not lent me neither.

It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.

Ay, my good lord.

Do you know he promised me marriage?

Ay, my lord.

I have spoke the truth.

And this was it I gave him, being abed.

Sir, much like
The same upon your finger.

I must be patient:
You, that have turn'd off a first so noble wife,
May justly diet me. I pray you yet;
Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband;
Send for your ring, I will return it home,
And give me mine again.

I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
So bad an instrument: his name's Parolles.

He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so,
He might have bought me at a common price:
Do not believe him. O, behold this ring,
Whose high respect and rich validity
Did lack a parallel; yet for all that
He gave it to a commoner o' the camp ...

Good my lord,
Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
He had not my virginity.

If you shall marry,
You give away this hand, and that is mine;
You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;
You give away myself, which is known mine;
For I by vow am so embodied yours,
That she which marries you must marry me,
Either both or ...

Why do you look so strange upon your wife?

I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Derived from the ancient Capilet:
My suit, as I do understand, you know,
And therefore know how far I may be pitied.

Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.

For which live long to thank both heaven and me!
You may so in the end.
My mother told me just how he would woo,
As if she sat in 's heart; she says all men
Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me
When his wife's ...

When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:
I'll order take my mother shall not hear.
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
My reasons are most strong; and ...

Mine honour's such a ring:
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
In me to lose: thus your own proper wisdom
Brings in the champion Honour on my part,
Against your vain assault.

Will you not, my lord?

I see that men make ropes in such a scarre
That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.

'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth,
But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.
What is not holy, that we swear not by,
But take the High'st to witness: then, pray you, tell me,
If I should swear by God's great attributes,
I ...

Ay, so you serve us
Till we serve you; but when you have our roses,
You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
And mock us with our bareness.

No:
My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.

She then was honest.

No, my good lord, Diana.

That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?

'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave
That leads him to these places: were I his lady,
I would Poison that vile rascal.

He;
That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow.
I would he loved his wife: if he were honester
He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?

Alas, poor lady!
'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
Of a detesting lord.

Monsieur Parolles.

There is a gentleman that serves the count
Reports but coarsely of her.

Whatsome'er he is,
He's bravely taken here. He stole from France,
As 'tis reported, for the king had married him
Against his liking: think you it is so?

The Count Rousillon: know you such a one?

You shall not need to fear me.

They say the French count has done most honourable service.