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 fmoke me, and difgraces 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.

Lord. This is the firft 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 purpofe? I muft give myself fome hurts, and fay, 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, Î muft put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy myself another of Bajazet's mute, if you prattle me into these perils.

Lord. Is it poffible he fhould 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 say it was

in ftratagem,

Lord. Twould not do.

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

[Afide.

Lord. Hardly ferve.

[Afide.

Par. Though I fwore I leapt from the window of

the citadel

Lord. How deep?

[Afide.

Par. Thirty fathom.

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

[Afide.

Par. I would I had any drum of the enemy's; I

would fwear I recover'd it.

Lord. You fhall hear one anon.
Par. A drum now of the enemy's!

[Afide.

[Alarum within.

Lord. Throco movoufus, cargo, cargo, cargo.
All. Cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.

Par.

Par. Oh! ranfom ranfom :-do not hide mine eyes. [They feize him, and blindfold him..

Inter. Bofkos thromaldo bofkos.

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 fpeak to me,

I'll discover that which fhall undo the Florentine.

Inter. Bofkos vauvado; I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue; Kerelybonto,-Sir, betake thee to thy faith, for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom. Par. Oh!

Int. Oh, pray, pray, pray.
Mancha ravancha dulche.

Lord. Ofceoribi dulchos volivorco.

Int. The general is content to spare thee yet, And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee. Haply thou may'ft inform Something to fave thy life.

Par. Oh let me live,

And all the fecrets of our camp I'll fhew;
Their force, their purposes: nay, I'll speak that
Which you will wonder at.

Int. But wilt thou faithfully?

Par. If I do not, damn me.

Int. Acorda linta.

Come on, thou art granted space.

[Exit.

[A fhort alarum within.

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

We've caught the woodcock, and will keep him muff

Till we do hear from them.

Sol. Captain, I will.

Lord. He will betray us all unto ourselves.

Inform 'em that.

Sol. So I will, Sir.

[led

Lord. Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Changes to the widow's house.

Enter Bertram and Diana.

Ber. They told me that your name was Fontibell.

Dia. No, my good Lord, Diana.

Ber. Titled goddefs,

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 stern;
And now you fhould be as your mother was,
When fweet felf was got.
your

Dia. She then was honeft.

Ber. So fhould you be.

Dia. No.

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 fweet constraint, and will for ever
Do thee all rights of service.

Dia. Ay, fo ferve us,

you

Till we ferve you: but when you have our roses,
You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves,
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 'bides;
But take the High'ft to witness; then, pray tell me,
If I should swear by Jove's great attributes

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 oaths
Are words, and poor conditions but unfeal'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

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

Which then recover. Say, thou art mine; and ever

My

My love, as it begins, fhall fo perfever.

Dia. I fee that men make hopes in fuch affairs That we'll forfake ourselves. Give me that ring. Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power To give it from me.

Dia. Will you not, my Lord?

Ber. It is an honour 'longing to our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;

Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world
In me to lofe.

. Dia. Mine honour's fuch a ring;
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world
In me to lofe. Thus your own proper wisdom
Brings in the champion honour on my part,
Against your vain affault.

Ber. Here, take my ring.

My houfe, my honour, yea, my life, be thine,
And I'll be bid by thee.

Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber

I'll order take my mother fhall not hear.

[window;

Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquer'd my yet maiden-bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me.

My reafons are most strong, and you shall know them,
When back again this ring fhall be deliver'd;
And on your finger, in the night I'll put
Another ring, that, what in time proceeds,
May token to the future our past deeds.
Adieu, till then; then, fail not: you have won
A wife of me, tho' there my hope be done.

Ber. A heav'n on earth I've won by wooing thee.

[Exit. Dia. For which live long to thank both heav'n and You may fo in the end.

My mother told me just how he would woo,
As if the fat in's heart; fhe fays, all men

[me.

Have the like oaths: he had fworn to marry me,
When his wife's dead: therefore I'll lie with him
When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are fo braid,
Marry 'em that will, I'd live and die a maid;
VOL. III.

H

Only,

Only, in this disguise, I think no fin.
To cozen him that would unjustly win.

[Exit.

SCENE III. Changes to the French camp in Florence Enter the two French Lords and two or three foldiers.

1 Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter? 2 Lord. I have deliver'd it an hour fince; there is fomething in't that fting's his nature; for, on the reading it, he change'd almost into another man.

him

1 Lord. He has much worthy blame laid upon for fhaking off fo good a wife, and fo fweet a.lady.

2 Lord. Efpecially he hath incurred the everlasting displeasure of the King, who had even tun'd his bounty to fing happinefs to him. I will tell you a thing, but you fhall let it dwell darkly with you.

I Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and L 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 fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour : he hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchafte.compofition.

1 Lord. Now God delay our rebellion; as we are ourselves, what things we are!

2 Lord. Merely our own traitors; and as, in the common courfe of all treasons, we still see them reveal themselves, till they attain to their abhorr'd ends; fo he that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper ftream o'erflows himself.

1 Lord. Is it not meant damnable in us to be the trumpeters of our unlawful intents? we fhall 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 fee his company anatomiz'd, that, he might take a measure of his own judgment, wherein fo curioufly he had fet this counterfeit.

2 Lord. We will not meddle with him till he come; for his prefence must be the whip of the other.

I Lǝrd.