1 Lord. Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo. All. Cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo. Par. O ransom, ransom!-Do not hide mine eyes. [they seise him and blindfold him.

1 Sol. 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

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

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

1 Sol. The general is content to spare thee yet; And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee: haply, thou mayst 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 Sol.

But wilt thou faithfully?

Par. If I do not, damn me. 1 Sol.

Acordo linta.

Come on; thou art granted space.

[Exit, with Parolles guarded. 1 Lord. Go, tell the count Rousillon and my bro

ther,

We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him

muffled,

Till we do hear from them.

2 Sol.

Captain, I will.

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

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 Fonti

bell.

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.

Dia.

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.

Ber.

How have I sworn?

Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the

truth;

But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

What is not holy, that we swear not by,
But take the Highest to witness.

tell me,

Then, pray you,

If I should swear by Jove's great attributes,
I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
When I did love you ill? This has no holding;
To swear by him whom I protest to love,

That I will work against him: therefore, your oaths
Are words, and poor conditions, but unseal'd;

1 Never to cohabit with Helena.

2 We never swear by what is not holy; but swear by, or take to witness, the Highest, the Divinity.'-Heath.

At least, in my opinion.

Ber.

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.

Dia. I see, that men make hopes, in such a scene,

That we 'll forsake ourselves.

Ber. I'll lend it thee, my

power

To give it from me.

Dia.

Give me that ring.

dear, but have no

Will you not, my lord?

Ber. It is an honor 'longing to our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors; Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world In me to lose.

Dia.

Mine honor's such a ring:
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;

Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
In me to lose. Thus your own proper wisdom
Brings in the champion honor on my part,
Against your vain assault.

Ber.

Here, take my ring:

Mine house, mine honor, yea, my life be thine;

And I'll be bid by thee.

Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber window;

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,

When back again this ring shall be deliver❜d:

And on your finger, in the night, I'll put

Another ring; that, what in time 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.

[Exit. Dia. For which live long to thank both Heaven and me!

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

Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me,
When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him,
When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,1
Marry that will, I'll live and die a maid:
Only, in this disguise, I think 't no sin
To cozen him, that would unjustly win.

[Exit.

1 Deceitful.