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Refolves to carry her; let her consent,

As we'll direct her how 'tis beft to bear it.

Now his importunate blood will nought deny
That she'll demand: a ring the count does wear
That downward hath fucceeded in his house
From fon to fon, fome four or five defcents,
Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
In most rich choice; yet, in his idle fire,
To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
Howe'er repented after.

Wid. Now do I fee the bottom of your purpose.
Hel. You fee it lawful then: it is no more,
But that your daughter, ere she seems as won,
Defires this ring; appoints him an encounter ;
In fine, delivers me to fill the time,

Herself most chaftly absent: after this,

To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns
To what is past already.

Wid. I have yielded :

Inftruct my daughter how she shall persever,
That time and place, with this deceit so lawful,
May prove coherent. Every night he comes
With mufick of all forts, and fongs compos'd
To her unworthinefs: it nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he perfifts,
As if his life lay on't.

Hel. Why then, to-night

Let us affay our plot; which, if it speed,
Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed,
Unlawful meaning in a lawful act,

Where both not fin, and yet a finful fact :
But let's about it.

[Exeunt.

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ACT IV. SCENE I.

Continues in Florence.

Enter one of the French Lords, with five or fix Soldiers,
in ambush.

H'

LORD.

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E can come no other way but by this hedge-corner; when you fally upon him, fpeak what terrible language you will; though you understand it not yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to understand him, unless some one amongst us, whom we must produce for an interpreter.

Sol. Good captain, let me be th' interpreter.

Lord. Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice? Sol. No, fir, I warrant you.

Lord. But what linfey-woolfey haft thou to speak to us again? Sol. Ev'n fuch as you speak to me.

Lord. He must think us fome band of strangers i'th' adverfaries entertainment. Now he hath a smack of all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we speak one to another: so we seem to know is to show straight our purpose; chough's language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you, interpreter, you must feem very politick. But couch, hoa! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a fleep, and then to return and swear the lies he forges.

Enter Parolles.

Par. Ten o'clock; within these three hours 'twill be time enough to go home. What shall I fay I have done? it must be a very plaufive invention that carries it: they begin to smoke me, and difgraces have of late knock'd too often at my door: I find

my

my tongue is too foolhardy, but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it, and of his creatures, not daring the reports of my tongue. Lord. This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of.

[afide.

Par. What the devil fhould move me to undertake the recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the impoffibility, and knowing I had no fuch purpose? I must give myself some hurts, and fay, I got them in exploit: yet flight ones will not carry it. They will fay, came you off with fo little? and great ones I dare not give; wherefore what's the inftance? tongue, I must put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy myself another of Bajazet's mute, if you prattle me into these perils.

he is?

Lord. Is it poffible, he should know what he is, and be that [afide. Par. I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn; or the breaking of my Spanish fword.

Lord. We cannot afford you fo.

[afide.

Par. Or the baring of my beard; and to fay, it was in

ftratagem.

Lord. 'Twould not do.

[afide.

Par. Or to drown my cloths, and fay, I was ftrip'd.

Lord. Hardly ferve.

[afide.

Par. Though I fwore, I leap'd from the window of the

citadel

Lord. How deep?

[afide.

Par. Thirty fathom.

Lord. Three great oaths would fcarce make that be believed.

[afide.

Par. I would, I had any drum of the enemies; I would fwear,

I recover'd it.

[afide. [alarum within.

Lord. You fhall hear one anon.
Par. A drum now of the enemies.
Lord. Throco movoufus, cargo, cargo, cargo.
All. Cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.
Par. Oh! ranfom, ranfom; do not hide mine eyes.
[they feize him and blindfold him.

Inter. Bafkos thromaldo befkos.

Par. I know, you are the Muskos regiment.
And I fhall lofe my life for want of language.
If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch,
Italian, or French, let him speak to me,

I'll discover that which shall undo the Florentine.

Inter. Bakos vauvado: I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue, Kerelybonto: fir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.

Par. Oh!

Inter. Oh, pray, pray, pray. Mancha ravancha dulce.

Lord. Ofceoribi dulchos volivorco.

Inter. The general is content to spare thee yet; And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee. Haply, thou may'st inform Something to fave thy life.

Par. Ŏ, let me live,

And all the fecrets of our camp I'll show;

Their force, their purposes: nay, I'll speak that

Which you will wonder at.

Inter. But wilt thou faithfully?

Par. If I do not, damn me.

Inter. Acordo linta.

Come on, thou art granted space.

[Exit.

[a fhort alarum within.

Lord. Go, tell the count Roufillon and my brother,

We've caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled

Till we do hear from them.

Sol. Captain, I will.

Lord. He will betray us all unto ourselves ;

Inform 'em that.

Sol. So I will, fir.

Lord. Till then I'll keep him dark, and safely lock’d.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Ber.

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SCENE II.

Enter Bertram, and Diana.

HEY told me, that your name was Fontibell.
Dia. No, my good lord, Diana.

Ber. Titled goddefs,

And worth it with addition! but, fair foul,
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:

When you are dead you should be such a one
As you are now, for you are cold and ftern;
And now you should be as your mother was
When your fweet felf was got.

Dia. She then was honeft.

Ber. So fhould you be.

Dia. No:

My mother did but duty; fuch, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.

Ber. No more o' that!

I pr'ythee, do not strive against my vows:
I was compell'd to her, but I love thee

By love's own fweet constraint, and will for ever
Do thee all rights of service.

Dia. Ay, fo you ferve 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.

Ber. How have I fworn?

Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth, But the plain fingle vow that is vow'd true:

What is not holy, that we fwear not by,

But take the high'ft to witness: then, pray, tell me,,
If I should swear by Jove's great attributes

I lov'd

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