not have; what an honest man should have, he has nothing. 1. L. "I begin to love him for this." BER. "For this description of thine honesty? A pox" "upon him for me! he's more and more a cat. I. S. What fay you to his expertness in war? PAR. 'Faith, fir, h'as led the drum before the English tragedians, to belye him, I will not, and more of his foldiership I know not; except, in that country, he had the honour to be an officer at a place there called Mile-end, to inftruct for the doubling of files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain. 1. L. "He hath out-villain'd villany fo far, that " "the rarity redeems him." BER. A pox on him! he's a cat fill.” 1. S. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to afk you, if gold will corrupt him to revolt. PAR. Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will fell the fee-fimple of his falvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the intail from all remainders, and a perpetual fucceffion in it perpetually. 1. S. What's his brother, the other captain Dumaine? 2. L. "Why does he ask him of me ?" 1. S. What's he? PAR. E'en a crow o'the fame neft ; not altogether fo 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 out-runs any lacquey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp. 1. S. If your life be faved, will you undertake to 21 for it betray the Florentine? PAR. Ay, and the captain of his horfe, count Rofillion. 1. S. I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure. PAR. "I'll no more drumming; A plague of all" "drums! Only to feem to deserve well, and to be-" "guile the fupposition of that lascivious young boy the" "count, have I run into this danger: Yet who would" "have fufpected an ambush where I was taken ?" 1. S. There is no remedy, fir, but you must dye : the general fays, you, that have fo traiterously discovered the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honeft ufe; therefore you must dye :- Come, headsman, off with his head. PAR. O lord, fir; let me live, or let me fee my death! 1. S. That fhall you, and take your leave of all your friends: [unbinding him. you; Know So, look about 2. L. Captain, what greeting will you to my lord Lafeu? I am for France. 1. L. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the fonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rofillion? an I were not a very coward, I'd compell it of you; but fare you well. [Exeunt BERTRAM, Lords, &c. 1. S. You are undone, captain; all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet. PAR. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot ? 1. S. If you could find out a country where but wo- PAR. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, [Exit. SCENE IV. Florence. A Room in the Widow's House. HEL. That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd Shall be my furety; 'fore whose throne, 'tis needful, Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth, My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding, We'll be, before our welcome. Wid. Gentle madam, You never had a servant, to whose trust Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour And helper to a husband. But o ftrange men, DIA. Let death and honesty Go with your impositions, I am yours HEL. Yet, I pray you, But with the word: the time will bring on fummer, And be as fweet as fharp. We muft away; Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us : [Exeunt. SCENE V. Rofillion. A Room in the Count's Palace: Enter Countefs, LAFEU, and Clown. LAF. No, no, no, your fon was misled with a snipttaffeta fellow there; whose villanous faffron would have 5 Your made all the unbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour; and your fon here at home, more advanc'd by the king, than by that red-tail'd humble-bee I fpeak of. Cou. I would, I had not known him; it was the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman, that ever nature had praise for creating: if fhe had partaken of my flesh, and coft me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not have owed her a more rooted love. LAF. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand fallets, ere we light on fuch another herb. Clo. Indeed, fir, fhe was the sweet marjoram of the fallet; or, rather, the herb of grace. LAF. They are not fallet-herbs, you knave, they are nose-herbs. Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, fir, I have not much skill in grass. LAF. Whether doft thou profess thyself; a knave, or a fool? Clo. A fool, fir, at a woman's fervice, and a knave at a man's. LAF. Your distinction ? Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife, and do his service. LAF. So you were a knave at his fervice, indeed. Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, fir, to do her fervice. LAF. I will fubfcribe for thee; thou art both knave and fool. Clo. At your fervice. 19 in grace. |