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i 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.
Inter. Well, that's set down.

Par. I humbly thank you, Sir; a truth's a truth, the rogues are marvellous poor.

Inter. Demand of him, of what strength they are a-foot. What say you to that ?

Par. By my troth, Sir, if I were to live this prefent hour, I will tell true. Let me see ; 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 caflocks, left they shake themselves to pieces.

Ber. What shall be done to him?

i Lord. Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my conditions, and what credit I have with the Duke.

Inter. Well, that's set down. You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain be i'th' camp, a . Frenchman : what his reputation is with the Duke; what his valour, honesty, and expertness in war; or whether he thinks, it were not possible with wellweighing 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 Interrogatories. Demand them singly.

Inter. Do you know this Captain Dumain?

Par. I know him ; he was a boccher's 'prentice in Paris, from whence he was whipt for getting the sheriff's fool with child; a dumb innocent, that could not say him nay. [Dumain lifts up his band in anger.


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Ber. Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; tho’I know, his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.

Inter. Well, is this Captain in the Duke of Florence's Camp?

Per. Upon my knowledge he is, and lowsy.

i Lord. Nay, look not so upon me, we shall hear of your Lordihip anon.

Inter. 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 the other day to turn him out o'th' band. I think, I have his letter in my pocket.

Inter. Marry, we'll search.

Par. In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there, or it is upon the file with the Duke's other letters in my tent.

Inter. Here'uis, 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.
i Lord. Excellently.
Inter. ? 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, one Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count Roufllon, a foolish idle boy; but for all that, very ructiih. I pray you, Sir, put it up again.

Inter. Nay, i'll read it first, by your favour.

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.

? Dian. the Count's a fool, and there being no rhyme that cor

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Interpreter reads the letter.

When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it.

After be fiores, he never pays the score : * Half won, is match well made; match, and well make it :

He ne'er pays after-debis, take it before,
And say, a soldier (Dian) told thee this:
* Men are to mell with, boys are but to kiss.
For, count of this, the Count's a fool, I know it;
Who pays before, but not when he dces owe it.
Thine, as he vowd to thee in thine ear,


Ber. He Mall be whipe thro' the army with this rhime in his forehead.

2 Lord. This is your devoted friend, Sir, the manitold linguist, and the armi-potent soldier.

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are not to kiss.] All the EThis is, in my opinion, not ditors have obtruded a new Maxall the errour.

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mint and Fletcher', Tamer tam'd, Half um is match well male; is of a quite opposite Opinion.

uans and uell maki it; for Buys were made for Natt ing When he jabears oaths, bid him but try Kilis.

drop guld, and take it. And our Poce's 'I boughs, I am Afier le joires, he niver prys persuaded, went to the same

Tupe. To mell, is derived from He never pays eftir-teles, take the French word, meler, to minir lejere,

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the jrore :

Ber. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now he's a cat to me.

Inter. I perceive, Sir, by the General's looks, we Thall be fain to hang you.

Par. My life, Sir, in any case; not that I am 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' th’ Stocks, any where, so I may live. .

Inter. We'll see what may be done, so you confess freely; therefore, once more, to this Captain Dumain: you have answer'd to his reputation with the Duke, and to his valour. What is his honesty ?

Par. He will steal, Sir, 'an egg out of a cloister; for rapes

and ravishments he parallels Nellus. He professes no keeping of oaths; in breaking them he is stronger than Hercules. He will lye, Sir, with such volubility, that you would think, truth were a fool ; drunkenneis is his beft virtue, for he will be swinedrunk, and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bed-cloaths about him; but they know his conditions, and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say, Sir, of his honesty ; he has every thing that an honeft man should not have ; what an honest man should have, he has nothing.

i Lord. I begin to love him for this.

Ber. For this description of thine honesty ? a pox upon him for me, he is more and more a cat.

Inter. What say you to his expertness in war?

Par. Faith, Sir, h’as led the drum before the English Tragedians: to belie him, I will not; and more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that Country, he had the honour to be the Officer at a place there

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any place, however holy. and therefore I cannot guels



callid Milc-end, to instruct for the doubling of files. I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain.

i Lord. He hath out-villain'd villany so far, that the rarity redeems him.

Ber. A pox on him, 'he's a cat still.

Inter. His Qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt.

Per. Sir, for a Quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-limple of his salvation, the inheritance of it, and cut th' intail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually,

Inter. What's his Brother, the other Captain Due main ?

2 Lord. ? Why does he ask him of me? Inier. What's he?

Per. E'en a crow o'th'same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil. He excels his Brother for a Coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is. In a Retreat he outruns any lacquey ; marry, in coming on he has the cramp.

Inter. If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray the Florentine?

Par. Ay, and the Captain of his horse, Count Rousillon.

Inter. I'll whisper with the General, and know his pleasure.

Par. I'll no more drumming, a plague of all drums! Only to seem to deferve well, and to beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy the Count, have

'He's a cat fill.] That is, hear his neighbour's character throw him how you will, he than his own. lights upon his legs.

3 To beguile the fuppofition.] Why does he ask him of me?) That is, to deceive the opinion, to This is nature. Every man is make the Count think me a man on such occasions more willing to that diferves well.

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