our tents: Lord. I, with a troop of Florentines, wil suddenly surprize him; such I will have, whom, I am sure, he knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hood-wink him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries, when we bring him to Be but your Lordship present at his examination; if he do not, for the promise of his life, and in the highest compulsion of base fear, offer to betray you, and deliver all the intelligence in his power against you, and that with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never trust my judgement in any thing. 2 Lord. O for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum; he says, he has a stratagem for't: when your Lordship sees the bottom of his success int, and to what metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be melted, if you give him not John Drum's entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed. Here he comes. Enter PAROLLES. 1 Lord. O, for the love of laughter, hinder not the humour of his design;' let him fetch off his drum in any hand. Ber. How now, Monsieur? this drum sticks sorely in your disposition. e Lord. A pox on't let it go 'tis but a drum. » Par. But a drum! Is't but a drum? A drum so lost! There was an excellent command! to charge in with our horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers. 2 Lord. That was not to be blamed in the command of the service; it was a disaster of war that Caesar himself could not have prevented, if be had been there to command. Ber. Well, We cannot greatly condemu Cour success: some dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is not to be recover'd. Par. It might have been recover'd. Par. It is to be recover'd: but that the merit of service is seldom attributed to, the true and exact performer, I would have that drum or another, or hic jacet, Ber. Why, if you have a stomach to't, Monsieur, if you think your mystery in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour again into his native quarter, be magnanimous in the enterprize, and go on; I will grace the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you speed well in it, the Duke shall both speak of it, and extend to you what further becomes his greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your worthiness. Far. By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it, Ber. But you must not now slumber in it. Par. I'll about it this evening: and I will presently pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation, and, by midnight, look to hear further from me. Ber. May I be bold to acquaint his grace, you are gone about it? Par. I know not what the success will be, my Lord; but the attempt I yow. Ber. I know, thou art valiant; and, to the possibility of thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell. Par. I love not many words. {Exit. 1 Lord. No more than a fish loves water. - Isnot this a strange fellow, my Lord? that so confidently seems to undertake this business, which he knows is not to be done; damns himself to do, and dares better be damir'd than to do't." : a Lord. You do not know him, my Lord, as we do certain it is, that he will steal himself into a man's favour, and, for a week, escape a great deal of discoveries; but when you find him out, you have him ever after Ber. Why, do you think, he will make no deed at all of this, that so seriously he does address himself unto? 1 Lord. None in the world; but return with an invention, and clap npon you two or three probable lies: but we have almost emboss'd him, you shall see his fall to-night; for, indeed, he is not for your Lordship's respect. 2 Lord. We'll make you some sport with the fox, ere we case him. He was first smoked by the old lord Lafeu: when his disguise and he is parted, tell me what a sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this very night. 1 Lord. I must go look my twigs; he shall be caught. Eer. Your brother, he shall go along with me. 1 Lord. As't please your Lordship: I'll leave you. [Exit. Ber. Now will I lead you to the house, and show you The lass I spoke of. 2 Lord. But, you say, she's honest. Ber. That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once, And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her, By this same coxcomb that we have i'the wind, 2 Lord. With all my heart, my Lord. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Florence. A Room in the Widow's House. Enter HELENA, and Widow. Hel. If you misdoubt me that I am not she, I know not how I shall assure you further, But I shall lose the grounds I work upon. Wid. Though my estate be fallen, I was well born, Nothing acquainted with these businesses; And would not put my reputation, now Hel. Nor would I wish you, First, give me trust, the Count he is my husband; Wid. I should believe you; For you have show'd me that, which well approves You are great in fortune. Hel. Take this purse of gold, And let me buy your friendly help thus far, When I have found it. The Count he wooes your daughter, Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty, Wid. Now I see The bottom of your purpose. Hel. You see it lawful then: It is no more, But that your daughter, ere she seems as won, Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter; In fine, delivers me to fill the time, Herself most chastely absent: after this, To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns Wid. I have yielded: To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us, Hel. Why then, to-night us assay our plot; which, if it speed, [Exeunt. |