Beatrice, daughter of Vermandero, was engaged to Alonzo, a man she
DEFLORES I've a token for you.
BEATRICE For me?
DEFLORES But it was sent somewhat unwillingly:
I could not get the ring without the finger.
BEATRICE Bless me! What hast thou done?
DEFLORES Why, is that more
Than killing the whole man? I cut his heart strings.
A greedy hand thrust in a dish at court
In a mistake hath had as much as this.
BEATRICE 'Tis the first token my father made me send him.
And I made him send it back again
For his last token. I was loathe to leave it,
And I'm sure dead men have no use of jewels;
He was as loath to part with't, for it stuck
As if the flesh and it were both one substance.
BEATRICE At the stag's fall the keeper has his fees;
'Tis soon apply'd: all dead men's fees are yours, sir.
I pray bury the finger, but the stone
You may make use on