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Tongue, I must put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy another of Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils.
1 Lord. Is it possible, he should know what he is, and be that he is ?
[Aside. Par. I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn; or the breaking of my Spanish sword. 1 Lord. We cannot afford you so.
[ Aside. Par. Or the baring of my beard; and to say, it was in stratagem. i Lord. 'Twould not do.
[Aside. Par. Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped. 1 Lord. Hardly serve.
[Aside. Par. Though I swore I leaped from the window of the citadel1 Lord. How deep ?
[Aside. Par. Thirty fathom. 1 Lord. Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed.
[Aside. Par. I would I had any drum of the enemy's; I would swear I recovered it. 1 Lord. You shall hear one anon.
[Aside. Par. A drum now of the enemy's !
[Alarum within. 1 Lord. Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo. All. Cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo. Par. O! ransom, ransom :-Do not hide mine eyes.
[They seize him and blindfold him. 1 Sold. Boskos thromuldo boskos.
Par. I know you are the Muskos' regiment,
1 Sold. Boskos vauvado :-
1 Sold. O, pray, pray, pray, Manka revania dulche
1 Lord. Oscorbi dulchos volivorca.
1 Sold. The general is content to spare thee yet; And, hood-wink'd as thou art, will lead thee on
o gather from thee: haply thou mayst inform Something to save thy life.
Par. O, let me live,
1 Sold. But wilt thou faithfully ?
1 Sold. Acordo linta.Come on, thou art granted space.
*** TExit, with PAROLLES guarded. 1 Lord. Go, tell the count Rousillon, and my brother, We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled, Till we do hear from them.
2 Sold. Captain, I will.
2 Sold. So I will, Sir.
uch a one
SCENE II.-Florence. A Room in the WIDOW's House.
Enter BERTRAM and DIANA,
Ber. Titled goddess;
Dia. She then was honest.
Ber. No more of that!
Dia. Ay, so you serve us,
Ber. How have I sworn ?
Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth;
Are words, and poor conditions; but unseald;
Ber. Change it, change it;
Dia. I see, that men make hopes, in such affairs,
Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power To give it from me.
Dia. Will you not, my lord ?
Ber. It is an honour 'longing to our house,
Dia. Mine honour's such a ring.
Ber. Here, take my ring:
Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber window;
Ber. A heaven on earth I have won, by wooing thee. [Exit.
Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven and me!
SCENE III.-The Florentine Camp. Enter the two French LORDS, and two or three Soldiers. 1 Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter ?
2 Lord. I have delivered it an hour since: there is something in't that stings his nature; for, on the reading it, he changed almost into another man.
1 Lord. He has much worthy blame laid upon him, for shaking off so good a wife, and so sweet a lady.
2 Lord. Especially he hath incurred the everlasting displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you. | i Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the grave of it.
2 Lord. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchaste composition.
1 Lord. Now, God delay our rebellion: as we are ourselves, what things are we!
2 Lord. Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends; so he, that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself.
1 Lord. Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company tonight?
2 Lord. Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour.
i Lord. That approaches apace: I would gladly have him see his company* anatomized; that he might take a measure of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit.
2 Lord. We will not meddle with him till he come; for his presence must be the whip of the other.
1 Lord. In the mean time, what hear you of these wars ?
2 Lord. What will count Rousillon do then ? will he travel higher, or return again into France ?
i Lord. I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether of his council.
2 Lord. Let it be forbid, Sir! so should I be a great deal of his act.
1 Lord. Sir, his wife, some two months since, fled from his house; her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques le grand; which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished: and, there residing, the tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her grief: in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now sbe sings in heaven.
2 Lord. How is this justified ?
1 Lord. The stronger part of it by her own letters; which makes her story true, even to the point of her death: her death itself, which could not be her office to say, is come, was faithfully confirmed by the rector of the place.
2 Lord. Hath the count all this intelligence ?
1 Lord. Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from point, to the full arming of the verity.
2 Lord. I am heartily sorry, that he'll be glad of this.
i Lord. How mightily, sometimes, we make us comforts of our losses !
2 Lord. And how mightily, some other times, we drown our gain in tears! The great dignity, that his valour hath here acquired for him, shall at home be encountered with a shame as ample.
1 Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our virtues.
Enter a SERVANT. How now? where's your master ?
Serv. He met the duke in the street, Sir, of whom he hath taken a solemn leave; his lordship will next morning for France. The duke hath offered him letters of commendatior
2 Lord. They shall be no more than needful there, if they were more than they can commend.
Enter BERTRAM. 1 Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness. Here's his lordship now. How now my lord, is't not after midnight?
Ber. I have to-night despatched sixteen businesses, a month's length apiece, by an abstract of success: I have conge'd with the duke, done my adieu with his nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my lady mother, I am returning; entertained my convoy; and, between these main parcels of despatch, effected many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but that I have not ended yet.
2 Lord. If the business be of any difficulty, and this morning your departure hence, it requires haste of your lordship.
Ber. I mean the business is not ended, as fearing to hear of it hereafter: But shall we have this dialogue between the fool and the soldier? Come, bring forth this counterfeit module ;* he has deceived me, like a double-meaning prophesier.
2 Lord. Bring him forth [Exeunt ŠOLDIERS]: he has sat in the stocks all night, poor gallänt knave.
Ber. No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurping his spurst so long. How does he carry himself ?
1 Lord. I have told your lordship already; the stocks carry him. But, to answer you as you would be understood; he weeps, like a wench that had shed her milk : he hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes to be a friar, from the time of his * Model, pattern.
† (As a knight.)