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Changes to the French Camp in Florence.

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Enter the two French Lords, and two or three Soldiers.

OU have not given him his Mother's

letter? 2 Lord. I bave deliver'd it an hour lince; there is something in't, that stings his nature ; for, on the reading it, he chang'd almost into another man.

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 displeasure 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.

i 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 feshes his will in the spoil of her honour; he hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchafte composition.

i Lord. Now God delay our rebellion; as we are ourfelves, what things are we !

2 Lord. Meerly our own traitors; and, as in the common course of all treasons, we ftill see them reveal themselves, till they attain to their abhorr'd ends ; fo

3 i Lord ] The later Editors seem to act, and the timorous have' with great liberality be- manner in which they converte, Atowed lordship upon these inter- determines them to be only caplocutors, who, in the original tains. Yet as the later readers edition, are called, with more of Shakespeare have been used to propriety, capt. E. and capt. G. find them lords, I have not It is true that coprain E. is in a thought it worth while to de. former fcene called Lord E. bat grade them in the margin. the subordination in which they



he, that in this action contrives against his own Nobility, * in his proper stream o'erfows himself.

i Lord. Is it not meant damnable in us to be the 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.

i Lord. That approaches apace: I would gladly have him see his company anatomiz'd, that he might take a measure of his own Judgment', wherein so curiously he hath 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?

2 Lord. I hear there is an overture of Peace,
i Lord. Nay, I assure you, a Peace concluded.

2 Lord. What will Count Roufillon do then? will he travel higher, or return againin to France ?

i Lord. I perceive by this demand, you are not altogether of his Council.

2 Lord. Let it be forbid, Sir! so should I be a great deal of his act.

Lord. Sir, his Wife fome two months since led from his House, her pretence is Pilgrimage to St. Jaques le Grand; which holy Undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished; and there residing, 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 ftronger part of it by her own letters,

* In his proper fream o'erflows bisoun jud ment.] This is a bir felf.] That is, betrays his very juft and moral reason. Berou'n fecrets in his own talk. The tram, by finding how errone: reply shews that this is the mean- ously he has judged, will be less ing.

confident, and more cafily moved s He might take a measure of by admonition,

which makes her story true, even to the point of her death; her Death itself (which could not be her office to say, 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 loffes !

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.

i Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipt them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our virtues.

Enter a Servant:

How now ? where's your master ?

Serv. He met the Duke in the street, Sir, of whom he hath taken a solemn 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.

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1 Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the King's tartness, here's his Lordship now. How now, my Lord, is'c not after midnight? Ber. I have to-night dispatch'd sixten businesses ; a month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success; I have congied with the Duke, done my adieu with his nearest; buried a wife, mourn'd for her ; writ to-my Jady mother, I am returning ; entertain'd my convoyi and, berween 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 hafte of your Lordship.

Ber. I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this dialogue between the fool and the soldier? come ", bring forth this counterfeit module; h'as deceiv'd me, like a double-meaning prophesier.

2 Lord. Bring him forth; h'as fate in the Stocks all night, poor gallant knave.

Ber. No matter ; his heels have deserv'd it, in ufurping 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 confels'd himself to Morgan, whom he suppoles to be a Friar, from the time of his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his setting i'th' 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.


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Ber. A plague upon him, muffled! he can say nothing of me; hush! huh!

i Lord. Hoodman comes : Portotarola.

Inter. He calls for the tortures ; what, will you say without 'em?

Par. I will confefs what I know without constraint ; if you pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more.

Interp. Bopko Chimurche.
2 Lord. Biblibindo cbicurmurco.

Inter. You are a merciful General. Our General bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.

Pnr. And truly, as I hope to live.

Inter. First demand of him, how many Horse the Duke is strong. What say you to that ?

Par. Five or fix thousand, but very weak and unserviceable; the troops are all scatter'd, and the Com. manders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit, and as I hope to live.

Inter. Shall I fet down your answer fo?

Par. Do, I'll take the Sacrament on't, how and which way you will : all's one to me.

Ber. What a paft-saving Nave is this !

i Lord. Y'are deceiv'd; my Lord, this is Monsieur Parolles, the gallant militarist, that was his own phrase, that had the whole theory of war in the knot of his fcarf, and the practice in the chape of his dagger.

2 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 nearly.

Inter. Well, that's fet down.

Par. Five or fix thousand horse I said, (I will say true) or thereabouts, fet down; for I'll speak truth.

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