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ACT IV. SCENE I.

WITHOUT THE FLORENTINE CAMP.

Enter first Lord, with five or six Soldiers in ambush.

1 Lord. He can come no other way but by this hedge' corner: When you sally upon him, speak what terrible language you will; though you understand it not yourselves, no matter: for we must not seem to understand him; unless some one among us, whom we must produce for an interpreter.

1 Sold. Good captain, let me be the interpreter. 1 Lord. Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice?

1 Sold. No, sir, I warrant you.

1 Lord. But what linsy-woolsy hast thou to speak to us again?

1 Sold. Even such as you speak to me.

1 Lord. He must think us some band of strangers i'the adversary's 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 know straight our purpose: chough's language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you, interpreter, you must seem very politick. But couch, ho! here he comes; to beguile two hours in a sleep, 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 say I

have done? It must be a very plausive invention that carries it: They begin to smoke me; and disgraces have of late knock'd too often at my door. I find, my tongue is too fool-hardy; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it, and of his creatures, not daring the reports of my tongue.

1 Lord. This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of.

[Aside. Par. What the devil should move me to undertake the recovery of this drum; being not ignorant of the impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I must give myself some hurts, and say, I got them in exploit: Yet slight ones will not carry it: They will say, Came you off with so little? and great ones I dare not give. Wherefore? what's the instance? 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.

1 Lord. 'Twould not do.

[Aside.

Par. Or to drown my clothes, and say, I was stripp'd.

1 Lord. Hardly serve.

[Aside.

Par. Though I swore I leap'd from the window of the citadel

1 Lord. How deep?

Par. Thirty fathom.

[Aside.

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 recover'd it.

1 Lord. You shall hear one anon.

[Aside.

Par. A drum now of the enemy's! [Alarumwithin.

1 Lord. Throca morousus, 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. And I shall lose my life for want of language: If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch, Italian, or French, let him speak to me,

I will discover that which shall undo

The Florentine.

1 Sold.

Boskos vauvado :

I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue:
Kerelybonto:- Sir,

Betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards
Are at thy bosom.

Par.
1 Sold.

Oh!

O, pray, pray, pray.

Manka revania dulche.

1 Lord.

Oscorbi dulchos volivorco.

1 Sold. The general is content to spare thee yet; And, hood-wink'd as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee: haply, thou may'st inform Something to save thy life.

Par.

O, let me live, And all the secrets of our camp I'll show,

Their force, their purposes: nay, I'll speak that Which you will wonder at.

1 Sold.

But wilt thou faithfully?

Acordo linta.

Par. If I do not, damn me.

1 Sold.

Come on, thou art granted space.

[Exit, 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.

1 Lord. He will betray us all unto ourselves;Inform 'em that.

[blocks in formation]

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

lock'd.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

FLORENCE. A ROOM IN THE WIDOW'S HOUSE.

Enter Bertram and Diana.

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

Ber. 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: 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.

Dia.

So should you be.

No:

My mother did but duty; such, my lord,

As you owe to your wife.

Ber.

No more of that!

I pr'ythee, do not strive against my vows:

I was compell'd 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,

Dia. 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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