module, has deceived me, like a double-meaning prophesier. Sec. Lord. Bring him forth: has sat i' the stocks all night, poor gallant knave. Ber. No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurping his spurs so long. How does he carry himself? Sec. Lord. I have told your lordship already, the stocks carry him. But to answer you as you would be understood; he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his setting i' the stocks: and what think you he hath confessed? Ber. Nothing of me, has a'? 120 Sec. Lord. His confession is taken, and it 130 shall be read to his face: if your lordship be in 't, as I believe you are, you must have the patience to hear it. Enter PAROLLES guarded, and First Soldier. Ber. A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of me: hush, hush! First Lord. Hoodman comes! Portotartarosa. First Sold. He calls for the tortures: what will you say without 'em? Par. I will confess what I know without constraint if ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say 140 no more. First Sold. Bosko chimurcho. First Lord. Boblibindo chicurmurco. First Sold. You are a merciful general. Our 114. module, model, delusive imitation (of a man). general bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note. Par. And truly, as I hope to live. First Sold. [Reads] 'First demand of him how many horse the duke is strong.' What say you to that? Par. Five or six thousand; but very weak and unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit and as I hope to live. First Sold. Shall I set down your answer so? Par. Do: I'll take the sacrament on 't, how and which way you will. Ber. All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this! 150 First Lord. You're deceived, my lord: this 160 is Monsieur Parolles, the gallant militarist,—that was his own phrase,-that had the whole theoric of war in the knot of his scarf, and the practice in the chape of his dagger. Sec. Lord. I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword clean, nor believe he can have every thing in him by wearing his apparel neatly. First Sold. Well, that 's set down. Par. Five or six thousand horse, I said,-I 170 will say true, or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth. First Lord. He's very near the truth in this. Ber. But I con him no thanks for 't, in the nature he delivers it. Par. Poor rogues, I pray you, say. First Sold. Well, that 's set down. 162. theoric, theory. 164. chape, the metal termina tion of the scabbard. 174. con him no thanks, feel no gratitude to him. Par. I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the rogues are marvellous poor. First Sold. [Reads] 'Demand of him, of what 180 strength they are a-foot.' What say you to that? if I were to live this true. Let me see: Par. By my troth, sir, present hour, I will tell Spurio, a hundred and fifty; Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, two hundred and fifty each; mine own company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll; half of the which dare not shake the snow from off their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces. Ber. What shall be done to him? First Lord. Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my condition, and what credit I have with the duke. 190 First Sold. Well, that's set down. [Reads] 'You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain be i' the camp, a Frenchman; what his 200 reputation is with the duke; what his valour, honesty, and expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not possible, with well-weighing sums of gold, to corrupt him to a revolt.' What say you to this? what do you know of it? Par. I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of the inter'gatories: demand them. singly. First Sold. Do you know this know this Captain Dumain? Par. I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice 182. to live this present hour, i.e. for no more than this hour. 210 The text can hardly be right. in Paris, from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's fool with child,-a dumb innocent, that could not say him nay. Ber. Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls. First Sold. Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's camp? Par. Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. First Lord. Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear of your lordship anon. First Sold. What is his reputation with the duke? Par. The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer of mine; and writ to me this other day to turn him out o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket. First Sold. Marry, we'll search. 220 Par. In good sadness, I do not know; either 230 it is there, or it is upon a file with the duke's other letters in my tent. First Sold. Here 'tis ; here's a paper shall I read it to you? Par. I do not know if it be it or no. Ber. Our interpreter does it well. First Lord. Excellently. First Sold. [Reads] 'Dian, the count's a fool, and full of gold,' Par. That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, 240 one Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again. First Sold. Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour. 230. sadness, earnest. 240. advertisement, advice. Par. My meaning in 't, I protest, was very honest in the behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to be a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to virginity and devours up all the fry it finds. Ber. Damnable both-sides rogue! First Sold. [Reads] 'When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it; After he scores, he never pays the score: Half won is match well made; match, and well make it ; He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before; PAROLLES.' Ber. He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme in 's forehead. Sec. Lord. This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist and the armipotent soldier. Ber. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now he's a cat to me. First Sold. I perceive, sir, by the general's looks, we shall be fain to hang you. 250 260 Par. My life, sir, in any case: not that I am 270 afraid to die; but that, my offences being many, I would repent out the remainder of nature: let me live, sir, in a dungeon, i' the stocks, or any where, so I may live. First Sold. We'll see what may be done, so you confess freely; therefore, once more to this Captain Dumain: you have answered to his repu251. both-sides, double-dealing. 257. mell with, have dealings with. |