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That I will work against him: Therefore, your oaths

We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him Till we do hear froin them. 2 Sold.

Captain, I will. 1 Lord. He will betray us all unto ourselves ;Inforın 'em that, 2 Sold.

So I will, sir. 1 Lord. Till then, I'll keep him dark, and safely

SCENE II.- Florence. A Room in the Fidow's

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

Titled goddess;
Aud worth it, with addition ! But, fair soul,
In your fine frame hath love no quality ?
Ir 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 stern;
And now you should be as your mother was,
When your sweet self was got.

Dia. She then was honest. | Ber.

So should you be.

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

No more of that!
I pr'ythee, do not strive against my Tows :
I was compellid to her, but I love thee
By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
Do thee all rights of service.

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.


Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. What is not boly, that we swear not by, If I should swear by Jove's great attributes, Hoved you dearly, would you believe my oaths, When I did love you ill? this nas no holding, To wear by him, whom I protest to love,


How have I sworn!



Are words, and poor conditions ; but unseal'd;
At least, in my opinion.

Change it, change it;
Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy
And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts,
That you do charge men with : Stand no more off,
But give thyself unto my sick desires,
Who then recover : say, thou art mine, and ever
My love, as it begins, shall so persever.
That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
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.

Will you not, my lord ?
Ber. It is an honour 'longing to our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
op het terus the greatest obloquy in the world

Mine honour's such a ring :
Bequeathed down from many ancestors ;
Which were the greatest obloquy in the world
In me to lose: Thus your own proper wisdom
Brings in the champion honour on my part,
Against your vain assault.

Here, take my ring:
My house, mine honour, yea, my life be thine,
And I'll be bi by thee.

Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber
I'll order take, my mother shall not hear.
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
My reasons are most strong, and you shall know them,
And on your finger, in the night, I'll put
When back again this riug shall be deliver'd:
Another ring :

that, what in lime proceeds,
May token to the future our past deeds.
Adieu, till then; then, fail not: You have won
A wife of me, though there my hope be done.

Ber. A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven and You may so in the end. My mother told me just how he would woo, As if she sat in his heart; she says, all men Hare the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him, ·

[Eril. [me!


Piness to him. I will tell you a thing, but pight he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour; he

1 Lord. That approaches apace: I would gladly hart him see his company anatomized; that he might takes measure of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he

1 Lord. In the mean time, what hear you of those 1 Lord. Nay, I assure you, & peace concluded

When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,
Marry that will, I'll live and die a mald:
Only in this disguise, I think't no sin
To cozeu him, that would unjustly win.

SCENE III.-The Florentine Camp.
Enter the two French Lords, and troo or three

Soldiers, Lord. You have not giren him his mother's letter! 2 Lord. I have deliver'd it an hour since: there is something in't, that stings his nature; for, on the reading it, he changed almost into another man. for shaking off so good a wife, and so sweet a lady.

has much worthy blame laid upon him, Especially he hath incurred the everlasting

of the king, who had eren tuned his bounty to you shall let it dwell darkly with you.

1. Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the grave of it. here in Florence, or a most chaste renown; and this

2. Lord He hath perrerted a young gentlewoman hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks bin sell ourselves, what things

1 Lord. Now, God delas our rebellion ; as we are

2 Lord. Merely our own traitors. And as, in the common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal 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 trum. peters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company to-night!

2 Lord. Not tili after midnight ; for he is dieted to had set this counterfeit.

2 Lord. We will not meddle with him, till he corte i for his presence must be the whip of the other. wars !

? Lord. I hear, there is an overture of peace.

his hour.

drown our gain in tears! The great dignity, that his

2 Lord. What will count Rousillon do then will he travel higher, or return again into France ? Lord. 1

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 austere sanctimony, she accomplished : and, there residing, the tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her grief; in

a groan of lier last breath, and now she 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. 9

Lord. Hath the count all this intelligence ? i Lord. Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from

point, to the full arming of the verity. Lord. I am heartily sorry, that he 'll be glad of this. 1 Lord. How mightily, sometimes, we make us com. forts

2 Lord. And how mightily, some other times, ne valour hath here acquired for shall at home bo 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, 16 they were not cherished 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 cominendations to the king.

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, s't not after midnight? Ber. I have to-night despatched sixteen businesses,




carry him. But, to answer you as you would be under stood, he weeps, like a wench that had shed her milk: to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance, to this

2 Lord. His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his face: if your lordship be in 't, as, I believe, fou

1 Sold. He calls for the tortures: What will you say Par. I will confess what I know, without constraint;

1 Sold. You are a merciful general: Our general bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.

1 Sold. First demand of him, hore many horse the

Par. Five or six thousand; but very wrak and Unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and the

month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success: ! 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 contos 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 difficu'ty, and this morning your departure hence, it requires baste of your fordship:

Ber. I mean the business is not ended, as fesring 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 s double meaning prophesier, Lord.

Bring him forth : (Exeunt Soldiers.] bo has sat in the stocks

Ber. No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurping his spurs so long. How does he carry himself:


told your lordship alreads; the stocks he hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes very instant disaster of

his what think you he hath confessed?

Ber. Nothing of me, has he ? are, you must have the patience to liear it.

Re-enter Soldiers, with PAROLLES. Ber. A plague upon him! muffled! he can $17 nothing of me, hush I hush!

2 Lord. Hoodman comes! Porto tartarossa.
without 'em ?
if ye pinch mo like a pasty, I can say no more.

i sold. Bosko chimurcho.
2 Lord. Boblibindo chicurmurco.

Par. And truly, as I hope to live duke is strong. What say you to that?

setting i' the stocks: And

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