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Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum
and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles. Duke.
General of our Horse thou art, and
Ber. Sir, it is
Duke. Then go forth,
Ber. This very day,
Enter Countess and Steward.
take the letter of her? Might you not know, she would do, as
the has done,
L E T T E R.
Ambitious love bath so in me offended,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
My dearest Master, your dear Son, may hie ;
! and would
His taken labours bid him me forgive ;
1, bis despightful Juno, sent him fortb From courtly Friends, with camping Foes to live
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth.
Whom I my self embrace, to set him free.
Stew. Pardon, Madam,
Count. What Angel shall
That he does weigh too light : my greatest grief,
and mine age is weak;
S Ć EN E changes to a publick Place in
Tucket afar off. Enter an old widow of Florence, Diana, Violenta, and
Mariana, with other citizens. Wid.
A Y,comc. For if they do approach the City,
we shall lose all the light. Dia. They say, the French Count has done moft ho. nourable service.
Wid. It is reported, that he has ta'en their greatest Commander; and that with his own hand he few the Duke's brother. We have loft our labour, they are gone a contrary way: hark, you may kabw by chtit trumpets,
Mar. Come, let's return again, and fuffice our felves with the report of it. Well, Diana, take head of this French Earl; the honour of a maid is her 'name, and no legacy is so rich as honefty.
Wid. I have told my neighbour, how you have been follicited by a gentleman his companion.
Mar. I know that knave, (hang him!) one Parolles ; a filthy officer he is in thofe suggeftions for the young Earl; beware of them, Diana; (28) their promises, en
(28) Their Promises, Enticements, Oaths, Tokens, and all these Exgines of Luft, are not the Things they go under;-) i. e. They are not in Reality to true and sincete, as in Appearance they seem to be. This will be best explain'd by another Passage in Hamlet, where Polonius is counselling his Daughter.
I do know,
In few, Ophelia,
ticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are not the things they go under; many a maid hath been seduced by them, and the misery is, example, that so terrible shews in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all That dissuade succellion, but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten them. I hope, I need not to advise you further; but, I hope, your own grace will keep you where you are, tho' there were no further danger known, but the modesty which is so loft. Dia. You shall not need to fear me,
Enter Helena, disguis'd like a Pilgrim. Wid. I hope fo. - Look, here comes a Pilgrim ; I know, she will lye at my house; thither they send one another; I'll question her: God save you, Pilgrim! whither are you bound?
Hel. To S. Jaques le Grand. Where do the Palmers lodge, I do beseech you?
Wid. At the St. Francis, beside the Port.
Wid. Ay, marry, is't. Hark you, they come this way.
Hel. Is it your self?
yours, That has done worthy service.
Hel. His name, I pray you?
Hel. But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him; His face I know not.
Dia. Whatsoe'er he is,
As 'tis reported; for the King had married him
Dia. There is a Gentleman, that serves the Count, Reports but coursely of her.
Hel. What's his name?
Hel. Oh, I believe with him,
Dia. Alas, poor lady!
Wid. Ah! right, good creature! wherefoc'er she is, Her heart weighs fadly; this young maid might do her A shrewd Turn, if she pleas'd.
Hel. How do you mean?
Wid. He does, indeed;
Wid. So, now they come:
Hel. Which is the Frenchman?
Dia. He; That with the Plume; 'tis a most gallant fellow; I would, he lov'd his wife! if he were honester, He were much goodlier. Is’t not a handsome gentleman?