Diana

Bertram 
They told me that your name was Fontibell.
Diana 
No, my good lord, Diana.
Bertram
Titled goddess,
And worth it, with addition. But, fair soul,
In your fine frame hath love no quality?
If the quick fire of youth light not your mind,
You are no maiden but a monument.
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Bertram
I prithee do not strive against my vows.
I was compelled to her, but I love thee
By love’s own sweet constraint, and will forever
Do thee all rights of service.
Diana
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.
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Widow
Gentle madam,
You never had a servant to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.

But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp.

Helen
Nor you, mistress,
Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labor
To recompense your love.
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King
This ring you say was yours?
Diana
Ay, my good lord.
King
Where did you buy it? Or who gave it you?
Diana
It was not given me, nor I did not buy it.

This woman’s an easy glove, my lord;
she goes off and on at pleasure.
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