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And all the secrets of our camp I'll show,
will wonder at. 1 Sold.
But wilt thou faithfully?
(Exit, with PAROLLES guarded. 1 Lord. Go, tell the count Rousillon, and my
Captain, I will.
2 Sold. So I will, sir.
Florence. A Room in the Widow's House.
Enter BERTRAM and DIANA.
Ber. They told me, that your name was Fontibell.
fine frame hath love no quality ?
you are dead, you should be such a one
have our roses,
Dia. She then was honest.
No more of that!
Ay, so you serve us,
How have I sworn ?
Change it, change it ;
do charge men with : Stand no more off,
Dia. I see, that men make hopes, in such affairs,
Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power
Dią. Mine honour's such a ring :
Here, take my ring :
[Exit. Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven
may so in the end.-
When I am buried.
Since Frenchmen are so
Marry that will, I'll live and die a maid:
The Florentine Camp.
Enter the two French Lords, and two or three
Soldiers. 1 Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter?
2 Lord, I have delivered it an hour since: there is something in't that stings his nature; for, on the reading it, he changed almost into another man.
1 Lord. He has much worthy blame laid upon him, for shaking off so good a wife, and so sweet a lady.
2 Lord. Especially he hath incurred the everlasting displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with
1 Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the
of it. 2 Lord. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence, of a most chaste renown; he hath given 'her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchaste composition.
1 Lord. Now, heaven delay our rebellion; as we are ourselves, what things are we!
2 Lord, Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course of all treasons, we still see them
4 Crafty, deceitful.
reveal themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends ; so he, that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself.
1 Lord. Is it not meant confoundedly in us, to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall möt. then have his company to-night?
2 Lord. Not till after midnight.
1 Lord. That approaches apace: I would gladly have him see his companys anatomized; that he might take a measure of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit.
2 Lord. We will not meddle with him till he come ;
for his presence must be the whip of the other. 1 Lord. In the mean time, what hear you.
of these wars ?
2 Lord. I hear, there is an overture of peace.
2 Lord. What will count Rousillon do then ? will he travel higher, or return again into France ?
1. Lord. I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether of his council.
2 Lord. Let it be forbid, sir! so should I be a great deal of his act:
1 Lord. Sir, his wife, some two months since, fled from his house ; her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques le grand; which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished: and, there residing, the tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.
2 Lord. How is this justified ? 1 Lord. The stronger part of it by her own letters; which makes her story true, even to the point of her death : her death itself, which could not be her office to say, is come, was faithfully confirmed by the rector of the place.
5 For companion.