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SCENE VII.-Florence. A Room in the WIDOW's House.

Hel. If you misdoubt me that I am not she,
I know not how I shall assure you further,
But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.

Wid. Though my estate be fallen, I was well born,
Nothing acquainted with these businesses
And would not put my reputation now
In any staining act.

Hei. Nor would I wish you.
First, give me trust, the count he is my husband;
And, what to your sworn counsel I have spoken,
Is so, from word to word; and then you cannot,
By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,
Err in bestowing it.

Wid. I should believe you;
For you have show'd me that which well approves
You are great in fortune.

Hel. Take this purse of gold,
And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
Which I will over-pay, and pay again,
When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter,
Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,
Resolves to carry her; let her, in fine, consent,
As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it,
Now his important* blood will nought deny
That she'll demand: ring the county wears,
That downward hath succeeded in his house,
From son to son, some four or five descents
Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
In most rich choice; yet, in his idle fire,
To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
Howe'er repented after.

Wid. Now I see
The bottom of your purpose.

Hel. You see it lawful, then: It is no more
But that your daughter, ere seems as won,
Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter;
In fine, delivers me to fill the time,
Herself most chastely absent: after this,
To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns
To what is past already.

Wid. I have yielded :
Instruct my daughter how she shall perséver,
That time and place, with this deceit so lawful,
May prove coherent. Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness: It nothing steads us,
To chide him from our eaves; for he persists,
As if his life lay on't.
* Importunate.

+ Count.

Hel. Why then, to-night
Let us assay our plot; which, if it speed,
Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed,
And lawful meaning in a lawful act;
Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact:
But let's about it.



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.

í 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 politic. But couch, ho! here he comes; 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 knocked 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.

i 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 somne 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.

* Pay.

† The proof.

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 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,
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. Oh!

1 Sold. O, pray, pray, pray, Manka revania dulche.

1 Lord. Oscorbi dulchos volivorca.

1 Sold. The general is content to spare thee yot;
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. 0, 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? Par. If I do not, damn me.

1 Sold. Acordo linta. Come on, thou art granted space.

[Exit, with PAROLLES guarded. i 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.

2 Sold. So I will, Sir.
1 Lord. Till then, I'll keep him dark, and safely lock’d.


SCENE II.-Florence. A Room in the WIDOW's House.

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. So should you be.

Dia. No:
My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.

Ber. No more of that !
I prythee, do not strive against my yows :
I was compelled 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 trưe.
What is not holy, that we swear not by,
But take the Highest to witness: Then, pray you, tell me
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;
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 perséver.

Dia. I see, that men make hopes, in such affairs,
That we'll forsake ourselves. 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,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors :
Which were the greatest obloquy i’the world
In me to lose.

Dia. Mine honour'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 honour on my part,
Against your vain assault.

Ber. Here, take my ring:
My house, mine honour, 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 deliverd:
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. [Erit. Dia. For which live long to thank both beaven and me! You may so in the endMy 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, * 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.


* Indecorously impetuous.

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