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My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them,
SC EN E III.
The Florentine Camp. Enter the two French Lords, and two or three Soldiers. i Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter?
2 Lord. I have deliver'd it an hour since: there is something in't that stings his nature; for, on the reading it, he chang'd almost into another man.
ļ Lord. He has much worthy blame laid upon him, for shaking off so good a wife, and so sweet a lady.
2 Lord. Especially he hath incurred the everlasting dif
? braid, ) --deceitful.
pleasure of the king, who had even tun'd his bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you. .
Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the grave of it.
2 Lord. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night he Aeshes his will in the spoil of her honour; he hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchaste composition.
i Lord. Now God "delay our rebellion ; as we are ourselves, what things are we!
2 Lord. Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal themselves, °ere they attain to their abhorr'd ends ; so he, that in this action contrives against his own nobility, P in his proper stream o'erfows himself.
i Lord. Is it not most damnable in us, to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company to-night?
2 Lord. Not 'till after midnight ; for he is dieted to his hour,
Lord. That approaches apace: I would gladly have him see his 'companion anatomized; that he might take a measure of his own judgment, wherein fo curiously he had set this counterfeit.
2 Lord. We will not meddle with him till he come ; for his presence must be the whip of the other.
I Lord. In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?
A delay)-avert, prevent.
o'till. P in his proper stream o'erflows himself.]-betrays his secrets by his own talk.
meant ; meantime ; mean and. 1 company.
2 Lord. What will count Rougllon do then? will he travel higher, or return again into France ?
i Lord. I perceive by chis demand, you are not altogether of his counsel.
2 Lord. Let it be forbid, fir! so should I be a great deal of his act. . i Lord. Sir, his wife, some two months since, fled from his house ; her pretence, a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques le grand; which holy undertaking, with most austere fanctimony, she accomplish'd ; and, there residing, s through the tenderness of her nature, became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.
2 Lord. How is this justified ?
i Lord. The stronger part of it by her own letters ; which makes her story true, even to the point of her death: her death itself, which could not be her office to fay, is come, was faithfully confirm'd by the rector of the place.
2 Lord. Hath the count all this intelligence ?
i Lord, Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from point, to the full arming of the verity.
2 Lord. I am heartily sorry, that he'll be glad of this.
i Lord. How mightily, sometimes, we make us comforts of our lofses !
2 Lord, And how mightily, some other times, we drown our gain in tears! the great dignity, that his valour hath here acquired for him, shall at home be encounter'd with a shame as ample.
į Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud, if our faults whip’d them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our virtues. the tendernes.
i justified?)made out, evinced. "from point to poini,-point for point.
Enter a Servant. How now! where's your master ?
Serv. He met the duke in the street, sir, of whom he hath taken a folemn leave ; his lordship will next morning for France. The duke hath offered him letters of commendations to the king.
2 Lord. They shall be no more than needful there," if they were more than they can commend.
Enter Bertram. i Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness. Here's his lordship now. How now, my lord, is't not after midnight?
Ber. I have to-night dispatch'd sixteen businesses, a month's length a-piece, * by an abstract of success; I have conge'd with the duke, done my adieu with his Y nearest; buried a wife, mourn’d for her ; writ to my lady mother, I am returning ; ? entertain'd my convoy; and, between these main parcels of dispatch, effected many nicer needs : the last was the greatest, but that I have not ended yet.
2 Lord. If the business be of any difficulty, and this morning your departure hence, it requires haite of your lordship.
Ber. I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing a to hear of it hereafter : But shall we have this dialogue between the fool and the soldier ? - Come, bring forth this
countefeit module; he has deceiv'd me, like a doublemeaning prophesier.
w if they were more than they can commend.)-though their contents should be more ample than authentick.
by an abftract of fuccefs ;]—as it appears from a short note of each, taken down as they were successively executed. Y neareft ; ]-courtiers.
z entertain'd]-provided. a to bear of it bereafter :)-the common consequences of such an intrigue, which may prove troublesome. counterfeit module ; }–pretended pattern of perfection.
2 Lord. 2 Lord. Bring him forth: he has sat in the stocks all night, poor gallant knave.
Ber. No matter ; his heels have deserv’d it, in usurping his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?
I 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 confess'd 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 confeft?
Ber. Nothing of me, has he ?
2 Lord. His confession is taken, and it 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.
Re-enter Soldiers with Parolles. Ber. A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of me.
i Lord. Hush! hush! · Hoodman comes ! - Porto tartarolo.
Inter. 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 no more.
Inter. Bosko cbimurcho.
Inter. You are a merciful general: - Our general bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note. .
Par. And truly, as I hope to live.
Inter. First demand of bim, bow many borse the duke is frong. What say you to that?
Par, Five or six thousand; but very weak and unferviceable: the troops are all scatter'd, and the command
a Hoodman)-Parelles blindfolded,