Without the Florentine Camp. Enter first Lord, with five or six Soldiers in ambush. Lord. He can come no other way but by this hedge' corner: When you sally upon him, speak what terrible language you will: though you understand it not yourselves, no matter: for We must not scem to nuderstand him; unless some one among us, whom we must produce for an interpreter. 1. Sold. Good. Captain, let me be the interpreter. 1 Lord. Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice?, 1 Sold. No, Sir, I warrant you. 1 Lord But what linsey-wolsey hast thou to speak to us again? 1 Sold. Even such as you speak to me. 1 Lord. He must think us some band of stran gers i'the adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we speak one to another; so we seem to know, is to know straight our pur rose: chough's language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you, interpreter, you must seem very politick. But couch, ho! here he comes; to beguile two hours in a sleep, and then to return and swear the lies he forges. Enter PAROLLES. Par. Ten o'clock: within these three hours will be time enough to go home. What shall I say I have done? It must be a very plausive invention that carries it: They begin to smoke me; and disgraces 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 Longue. Lord. This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of. [Aside. Par. What the devil should move me to undertake the recovery of this drum; being not igno rant of the impossibility, and knowing I had 2:0 such purpose? I must give myself some hurts, and say, I got them in exploit: Yet slight ones will no carry it: They will say, Came you off with so little? and great ones I dare not give. Whe zefore? what's the instauce? Tongue, I must put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy another of Kajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils. 1. Lord. Is it possible, he should know what he is, and be that he is? [Aside. Par. I would the cutting of my garments would serve the turn; or the breaking of my Spanish sword. Lord. We cannot afford you so. [Aside. Par. Or the baring of my beard: and to say, was in stratagem. Lord. Twould not do. [Aside. Par. Or to drown my clothes, and say, I was stripp'd. 1 Lord. Hardly serve. [Aside. Par. Though I swore I leap'd from the window of the citadel 1 Lord. How deep? Par. Thirty fathom... A Aside. 1 Lord. Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. [Aside. Par. I would, I had any drum of the enemy's; I would swear, I recover'd it. 1 Lord. You shall hear one anon. Par. A drum now of the enemy's! [Asides [Alarum within. 1 Lord. Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, curgo. 1 All. Cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo. Par. O ransom, ransom: Do not hide mine [They seize him and blindfold him. eyes. Par. I know you are the Muskos' regiment, i And I shall lose my life for want of language: If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch, Italian, or French, let him speak to me, I will discover that which shall undo I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue: Sir, Betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards Are at thy bosom. Par. Oh! 1 Sold. O, pray, pray, pray. Manka revania dutche.. 1 Lord. Oscorbi dulchos volivorco. 1 Sold. The general is content to spare thee yet; And, hood-wink'd as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee: haply, thou may'st inform Something to save thy life. Par. O, let me live And all the secrets of our camp I'll show, Their force, their purposes: nay, I'll speak that Which you will wonder at, Sold. But wilt thou faithfully? Par. If I do not, damn me. 1 Sold. Acordo linta Come on, -- thou art granted space. [Exit, with PAROLLES guarded. 1 Lord. Go, tell the Count Rousillon and my brother, We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled, Till we do hear from them, 2 Sold. Captain I will. 1 Lord. He will betray us all unto ourselves; Inform 'em that. 2 Sold. So I will, Sir. 1 Lord. Till then, I'll keep him dark, and safely Ber. They told me that your name was Fontibell. Dia. No, my good Lord, Diana. Ber. Titled goddess; And worth it, with addition! But fair soul, When you are dead, you should be such a one Dia. She then was honest. Ber. So should you be. Dia. No: My mother did but duty; such, my Lord, Ber. No more of that! I pr'ythee do not strive against my vows: By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever Do thee all rights of service. Dia. Ay, so you serve us, Till we serve 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 sworn? Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths, that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. If I should swear by Jove's great attributes, |