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SC EN E IV...
Roufillon in France.
Enter Countess and Steward. Count. Alas! and would you take the letter, of her ? .. Might you not know, she would do as she has done, By sending me a letter ? Read it again. Stew. I am St. Jaques" pilgrim, thither gone ;
Ambitious love bath ro in me offended, That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon,
With sainted vow my faults to have amended. Write, write, that, from the bloody course of war,
My dearest master, your dear fon may bye ; Bless him at home in peace, whilf I from far,
His name with zealous fervour fanétify: • His taken labours bid bim me forgive ;
I, bis despightful- Juno, fent him forth
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth:
Stew. Pardon me, madam :
Pursuit would be but vain.
Count. What angel shall.
S CE N E v.
A tucket afar off. Enter an old Widow of Florence, Diana, and Mariana, with
other citizens, Wid. Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we shall lose all the fight.
Dia. They say, the French count has done most honourable service.
? I bave no fill in sense to make diftin&tion :]—I am unable to determine.
Wid. It is reported that he has ta'en their greatest com. mander ; and chat with his own hand he New the duke's brother. We have lost 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 so rich as honesty.
Wid. I have told my neighbour, how you have been solicited by a gentleman his companion.
Mar. I know the knave ; hang him! one Parolles : a filthy officer he is in' those suggestions for the young earl. -Beware of them, Diana ; their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of luft, ' are not the things they go under : many a maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that so terrible shews in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that diffuade succession, 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, though there were no further danger known, but the ''modesty which is so lost. Dia. You shall not need to fear me.
Enter Helena, disguised like a pilgrim. Wid. I hope fo. — Look, here comes a pilgrim : 1 know she will lye at my house: thither they tend one ano. ther: I'll question her. God save you, pilgrim! Whither are you bound?
' in those suggestions ]-plots that he lays ; in intriguing. s are not the things they go under :)--what their names bespeak them. “Not of that dye which their investments thew.”
HAMLET, Act I, S. 3. Pol. modefty which is loft. ]-character, which is carnish'd, though the attempt thould fail.
Hel. To St. Jaques le grand.
Wid. At the St. Francis here, beside the port.
[A march afar off.
Hel. Is it yourself?
Hel. I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.
Hel. His name, I pray you?
Hel. But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him;
Dia. Whatsoe'er he is,
Hel. Ay, surely, meer the truth; I know his lady.
Dia. There is a gentleman, that serves the count,
Hel: 'What's his name?
Hel. Oh, I believe with him,
To have her name repeated; all her deserving .
Dia. Alas, poor lady!
Wid. A right good creature: wheresoe’er she is, Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her A shrewd turn, if she pleas’d. · Hel. How do you mean? May be, the amorous count solicits her In the unlawful purpose.
Wid. He does, indeed; And Y brokes with all that can in such a suit Corrupt the tender honour of a maid : But she is arm’d for him, and keeps her guard In honestest defence. Enter with drums and colours, Bertram, Parolles, Officers
and Soldiers attending. Mar. The gods forbid else!
Wid. So, now they come:- .
Hel. Which is the Frenchman ?
Dia. He; That with the plume: 'cis a most gallant fellow; I would, he lov'd his wife: if he were honefter, He were much goodlier:--Is't not a handsome gentleman ?
Hel. I like him well.
Dia. 'Tis pity, he is not honest: Yond's that same knave, That leads him to these places; were I his lady, I'd poison that vile rascal.
* examined.]~call'd in queftion.