_King._ The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu, To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors: Go speedily and bring again the count. 150 I am afeard the life of Helen, lady, Was foully snatch'd. _Count._ Now, justice on the doers! _Re-enter_ BERTRAM, _guarded_. _King._ I wonder, sir, sith wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you swear them lordship, Yet you desire to marry. _Enter_ Widow _and_ DIANA. What woman's that? 155 _Dia._ 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. _Wid._ I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour 160 Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease, without your remedy. _King._ Come hither, count; do you know these women? _Ber._ My lord, I neither can nor will deny But that I know them: do they charge me further? 165 _Dia._ Why do you look so strange upon your wife? _Ber._ She's none of mine, my lord. _Dia._ 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; 170 For I by vow am so embodied yours, That she which marries you must marry me, Either both or none. _Laf._ Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you are no husband for her. 175 _Ber._ My lord, this a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour Than for to think that I would sink it here. _King._ Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend 180 Till your deeds gain them: fairer prove your honour Than in my thought it lies. _Dia._ Good my lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think He had not my virginity. _King._ What say'st thou to her? _Ber._ She's impudent, my lord, 185 And was a common gamester to the camp. _Dia._ 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 190 Did lack a parallel; yet for all that He gave it to a commoner o' the camp, If I be one. _Count._ He blushes, and 'tis it: Of six preceding ancestors, that gem, Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, 195 Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife; That ring's a thousand proofs. _King._ Methought you said You saw one here in court could witness it.