Hel. T PILLI have no wife, I have nothing in France. That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou Fly with false aim; * pierce the ftill-moving air, Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Roufillon; As oft it lofes all. I will be gone: My being here it is, that holds thee hence. That fings with piercing-] The Words are here odly fhusfied. We fhould read, pierce the ftill moving air, That fings with piercing, i. e. pierce the Air, which is in perpetual Motion, and fuffers no Injury by piercing, That That pitiful rumour may report my flight, To confolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day! For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away. [Exit. Changes to the Duke's Court in Florence. Flourish. Enter the Duke of Florence, Bertram, Drum and Trumpets, Soldiers, Parolles. HE General of our Horse thou art, and we, Duke. T Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence A charge too heavy for my strength; but yet Duke. Then go forth, And fortune play upon thy profp'rous helm, Ber. This very day, Great Mars, I put myself into thy file; Make me but like my thoughts, and I fhall prove A lover of thy drum; hater of love. Changes to Roufillon in France. Enter Countess and Steward. [Exeunt. Count. Might you not know, she would do, as fhe has done, By fending me a letter? Read it again. LETTE R. I am St. Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone; VOL. III. That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon, Ah, what sharp ftings are in her mildeft words? Stew. Pardon, Madam, If I had given you this at over-night She might have been o'er-talen; and yet fhe writes, Purfuit would be but vain. Count. What angel fhall Blefs this unworthy hufband? he cannot thrive, My My heart is heavy, and mine age is weak; [Exeunt. Changes to a public Place in Florence. A Tucket afar off. Enter an old Widow of Florence, Diana, Violenta, and Mariana, with other Citizens. Wid. N city, we fhall lofe all the fight. TAY, come. For if they do approach the Dia. They fay, the French Count has done most honourable fervice. Wid. It is reported, that he has ta'en their greatest commander; and that with his own hand he flew the Duke's brother. We have loft our labour, they are gone a contrary way: hark, you may know by their trumpets. Mar. Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French Earl; the honour of a maid is her name, and no legacy is fo rich as honefty. Wid. I have told my neighbour, how you have been folicited by a gentleman his companion. Mar. I know that knave, (hang him!) one Parolles; a filthy officer he is in thofe fuggeftions for the young Earl; beware of them, Diana; their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all thefe engines of luft, are the things they go under; many a maid hath been feduced by them; and the misery is, example, that fo terrible fhews in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that diffuade fucceffion, but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten them. I hope, I need not to advise you further; but, I hope, your own grace will keep you where you are, tho' there L 2 were were no further danger found, but the modefty which is fo loft. Dia. You fhall not need to fear me. Enter Helena, difguis'd like a Pilgrim. Wid. I hope foLook, here comes a pilgrim; I know, fhe will lie at my houfe; thither they fend one another; I'll queftion her: God fave you, pilgrim! whither are you bound? Hel. To St. Jaques le Grand. mers lodge, I do befeech you? Where do the pal Wid. At the St. Francis, befide the port. [À march afar off. Wid. Ay, marry, is't. Hark you, they come this way. [come by, If you will tarry, holy pilgrim, but 'till the troops I will conduct you where you fhall be lodg'd; The rather, for, I think, I know your hoftess As ample as myself. Hel. Is it yourself? Wid. If you fhall please so, pilgrím. Hel. I thank you, and will ftay upon your leifure. Wid. You came, I think, from France. Hel. I did fo. Wid. Here you fhall fee a countryman of yours, That has done worthy fervice. Hel. His name, I pray you? Dia. The Count Roufillon: know you fuch a one? Hel. But by the ear, that hears moft nobly of him; His face I know not. Dia. Whatfoe'er he is, He's bravely taken here. He stole from France, Hel. Ay, furely, merely truth; I know his lady. Dia. There is a gentleman that ferves the Count, Reports but courfely of her. Hel. What's his name? Hel. |