And lawful meaning in a lawful act,

Where both not fin, and yet a finful fact.

But let's about it.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I

Continues in Florence.

Enter one of the French Lords, with five or fix Soldiers

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in ambush.

LORD.

E can come no other way but by this hedge-corner; when you fally upon him, speak what terrible language you will, though you understand it not your felves, no matter; for we must not seem to understand him, unless some one amongst us, whom we must produce for an interpreter. Sol. Good captain, let me be th' interpreter. Lord. Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice? Sol. No, Sir, I warrant you.

Lord. But what linfie-woolfie haft thou to speak to us again Sol. Ev'n fuch as you speak to me,

Lord. He must think us fome band of ftrangers i'th' adverfaries 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; fo we seem to know is to know ftraight our purpose: chough's language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you interpreter, you must feem very politick. But couch hoa, Hhh 2

here

here he comes, to beguile two hours in a fleep, and then \to return and swear the lies he forges.

Enter Parolles.

Par. Ten a clock; within these three hours 'twill be time enough to go home. What fhall I fay I have done? it must be a very plaufive invention that carries it. They begin to smoak me, and disgraces have of late knock'd 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.

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Lord. This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of. [Afide.

Par. What the devil fhould move me to undertake the recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the impoffibility, and knowing I had no fuch purpose? I must give my self some hurts, and say I got them in exploit; yet flight ones will not carry it. They will fay, came you off with fo little? and great ones I dare not give; wherefore what's the inftance? tongue, I must put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy my felf another of Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils.

Lord. Is it poffible he should know what he is, and be that

he is?

[Afide.

Par. I would the cutting of my garments would ferve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish fword. Lord. We cannot afford you fo.

[Afide.

Par. Or the baring of my beard, and to fay it was in ftra

tagem.

Lord. "Twould not do.

[Afide.

Par. Or to drown my cloaths, and fay I was ftript.
Lord. Hardly ferve.

[Afide.

Par.

Par Though I fwore I leap'd, from the window of the cit

tadel.

Lord. How deep?

[Afide.

Par. Thirty fathom.

Lord. Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed.

[Afide.

Par. I would I had any drum of the enemies, I would fwear I recover'd it.

Lord. You fhall hear one anon.

Par. A drum now of the enemies.

[Afide. [Alarum within.

Lord. Throco movoufus, cargo, cargo, cargo.
All. Cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.
Par. O ranfom, ranfom; do not hide mine eyes.

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[They feize him and blindfold him.

Inter. Baskos thromaldo beskos.
Par. I know you are the Muskos regiment,
And I fhall lofe my life for want of language.
If there be here German or Dane, low Dutch,
Italian, or French, let him speak to me,

I'll discover that which fhall undo the Florentine.

Inter. Baskos vauvado, I understand thee, and can fpeak thy tongue, Kerelybonto, Sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.

Par. Oh!

Int. Oh pray, pray, pray,

Mancha ravancha dulche.

Lord. Ofceoribi dulchos volivorco.

Int. The general is content to fpare thee yet, And, hood-winkt as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee. Haply thou may'st inform Something to save thy life.

Par. Oh let me live,

And all the secrets of our camp I'll shew ;

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Their force, their purposes: nay, I'll speak that matter, VÌ

Which you will wonder at.

Int. But wilt thou faithfully?

Par. If I do not, damn me.
Int. Acordo linta.

Come on, thou art granted space.

[Exit.

[A Short alarum within.

Lord. Go, tell the Count Roufillon and my brother,

We've caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled
Till we do hear from them.

Sol. Captain, I will.

Lord. He will betray us all unto our selves,

Inform 'em that.

Sol. So I will, Sir.

Lord. 'Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lockt. [Exeunt.

Ber. Th

SCENE II.

Enter Bertram and Diana.

HEY told me that your name was Fontibell.

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Dia. No, my good lord, Diana.

Ber. Titled goddess,

And worth it with addition! but, fair foul,
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 fuch a one
As you are now, for you are cold and ftern;
And now you fhould be as your mother was
When your sweet self was got.

Dia. She then was honeft.
Ber. So fhould you be.

Dia. No.

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My

My mother did but duty, fuch, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.

Ber. No more o' 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, fo ferve us

you

'Till we serve you: but when you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick our felves, And mock us with our bareness.

Ber. How have I fworn!

Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth, But the plain fingle vow that is vow'd true;

What is not holy that we fwear not by.

But take the high'ft to witness: then pray tell me,
If I should fwear by Jove's great attribute
I lov'd you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
When I did love you ill? this has no holding
To fwear by him whom I proteft to love,
That I will work against him. Therefore your
Are words and poor conditions but unseal'd,
At least in my opinion.

Ber. Change it, change it:

Be not fo holy cruel. Love is holy,
And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts

oaths

That you do charge men with: ftand no more off,
But give thy self unto my fick defires,

Which 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 affairs
That we'll forfake our felves. Give me that ring.
Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power

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bafely.