ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter one of the French Lords, with five or fix Soldiers Lord. H in ambush. E can come no other way but by this hedgecorner; when you fally upon him, speak what terrible language you will; though you understand it not your felves, no matter; for we must not feem to underftand 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 hîm ? knows he not thy voice? Sol. No, Sir, I warrant you. Lord. But what linfie-woolfie haft thou to speak to us again? Sol. Ev'n fuch as you fpeak to me. Lord. He must think us fome band of ftrangers i'th' adverfaries entertainment. Now he hath a fmack 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 feem to know is to fhew straight our purpofe chough's language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you, interpreter, you must seem very po- litick. But couch, hoa! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a fleep, and then to return and fwear the lies he forges. Enter Parolles. Par. Ten a clock; within these three hours 'twill be time enough to go home. What fhall I fay I have done? it must be a very plaufive invention that carries it. They begin to fmoak me, and difgraces 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. Lord. This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of. [Afide. 1 recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the impoffibi Par. What the devil fhould move me to undertake the R 3 lity, lity, and knowing I had no fuch purpofe? I must give my felf fome 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 my felf another of Bajazet's mute, if you prattle me into thefe perils. Lord. Is it poffible he should know what he is, and be that he is? [Afide. Par. I would the cutting of my garments would ferve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish Sword. 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 cloaths, and fay I was stript. Afide. Par. Though I fware I leap'd from the window of the cittadel Lord. How deep? Par. Thirty fathom. [Afide. 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. Lord. You fhall hear one anon. [Afide. Par. Oh! ranfom, ranfom; do not hide mine eyes. [They feize bim and blindfold isim. Inter. Bafkos tbromaldo befkos. Par. I know you are the Mufkos regiment, I'll difcover that which shall undo the Florentine. Inter. Bafkos vauvado, I understand thee, and can fpeak. thy tongue, Kerelybonto, Sir, betake thee to thy faith, for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom, Par. A Par. Oh! Inter. Oh, pray, pray, pray, Mancha ravancha dulche. Lord. Ofceoribi dulcbos volivorce. Inter. The General is content to spare thee yet, Par. Oh let me live, And all the fecrets of our camp I'll fhew; Inter. But wilt thou faithfully? Par. If I do not, damn me. Inter. Acordio linta. Come on, thou art granted space, [Exit. [Afport alarum soithin. 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 our felves, Inform 'em that. Sol. So I will, Sir. Lord. 'Till then I'll keep him dark and fafely lockt. [Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Bertram and Diana. Ber. They told me that your name was Fontibell Ber. Titled Goddess, And worth it with addition! but, fair foul, Dia. She then was honeft. Dia, No. My mother did but duty; fuch, my Lord, Ber. No more o' that I pr'ythee do not strive against my vows: Dia. Ay, fo you ferve us 'Till we ferve you: but when you have our rofes, You barely leave our thorns to prick our felves, And mock us with our bareness. Ber. How have I fworn! Dia. Tis not the many oaths that make the truth, But take the High'ft to witnefs: then pray tell me, Ber. Change it, change it: Be not fo holy cruel. Love is holy, And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts That you do charge men with: ftand no more off, Which then recover, Say thou art mine, and ever Dia. I fee that men make hopes in fuch affairs That we'll forfake our felves. Give me that ring. 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, Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world Dia. Mine honour's fuch a ring; Ber. Here, take my ring. My houfe, my honour, yea, my life be thine, 1 chamber [windows Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my Ber. A heav'n on earth I've won by wooing thee. [Exit. Dia. For which live long to thank both heav'n and me! You may fo in the end." My mother told me juft how he would woo, As if the fate in's heart; the fays, all men Have the like oaths: he had fworn to marry me To cozen him that would unjustly win. SCENE III, [Exit. Enter the two French Lords, and two or three Soldiers. Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter? 2 Lord, I have deliver'd it an hour fince; there is fomething in't that ftings his nature, for on the reading it he chang'd almost into another man, |