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: 2 Lord. Hath the count all this intelligence?
1 Lord. Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from point, to the full arming of the verity.
2 Lord. I am heartily sorry, that he'll be glad of this.
1 Lord. How mightily, sometimes, we make us comforts of our losses !
2 Lord. And how mightily, some other times, we drown our gain in tears! The great dignity, that his valour hath here acquired for him, shall at home be encountered with a shame as ample.
1 Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes. would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our virtues.
Enter a Servant.
How now? where's your master?
Seru. He met the duke in the street, sir, of whom he hath taken a solemn leave ; his lordship will next morning for France. The duke hath offered him letters of commendations to the king.
2. Lord. They shall be no more than needful there, if they were more than they can commend.
i Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness. Here's his lordship now. How now, my lord, is't not after midnight.
Ber. I have to-night despatched sixteen businesses, a month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success: I have conged with the duke, done my adieu with his nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her ; writ to my lady mother, I am returning; entertained my convoy; and, between these main parcels of des
patch, effected many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but that I have not ended yet.
2 Lord. If the business be of any difficulty, and this morning your departure hence, it requires haste of your lordship.
Ber. I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to hear of it hereafter: But shall we have this dialogue between the fool and the soldier ? Come, bring forth this counterfeit module".; he has deceived me, like a double-meaning prophesier."
2 Lord. Bring him forth: [Exeunt Soldiers. ] he has sat in the stocks all night, poor gallant knave. i Ber. No matter ; his heels have deserved it,:in usurping his spurs' so long. How does he carry himself i 1 Lord. I have told your lordship already; the stocks
carry him. But, to answer you as you would be understood; he weeps :. he hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance, to this very
instant disaster of his setting i’the stocks : And what think you
he hath confessed ? Ber. Nothing of me, has he?
2 Lord. His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his face: if your lordship be in't, as, I believe
you are, you must have the patience to hear it.
Re-enter Soldiers, with PAROLLES. Ber. A plague upon him! muffled ! he can say nothing of me; hush ! hush!
i Lord. Hoodman comes ! - Porto tartarossa. : 1 Sold. He calls for the tortures;
What will you say without 'em ? Par. I will confess what I know without con
6 Model, pattern, 7 An allusion to the degradation of a kniglit by hacking
off his spurs.
straint ; if ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no
1 Sold. Bosko chimurcho.
1 Sold. You are a merciful general:--Our general
Par. And truly, as I hope to live.
way you will.
Ber. All's one to him. What a past-saving slave
this is monsieur Parolles, the gallant militarist, (that was his own phrase,) that had the whole theorick of war in the knot of his scarf, and the practice in the chape of his dagger.
2 Lord. I will never trust a man again, for keep-
1 Sold. Well, that's set down.
or thereabouts, set down,--for I'll speak
1 Lord. He's very near the truth in this.
Ber. But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature
pray you, say. 1 Sold. Well, that's set down.
8. The point of the scabbard.
Par. I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the rogues are marvellous poor.
1 Sold. Demand of him, of what strength they are a-foot. What say you to that? Par. By my troth, sir, if I were to live this
present hour, I will tell true. Let me see : Spurio a hundred and fifty, Sebastian so many, Corambus so many, Jaques so many ; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, two hundred fifty each : mine own company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and fifty each : so that the muster-file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll; half of which dare not shake the snow from off their cassocks’, lest they shake themselves to pieces.
Ber. What shall be done to him ?
1 Lord. Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my conditions', and what credit I have with the duke.
1 Sold. Well, that's set down. You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain be i'the camp, a Frenchman ; what his reputation is with the duke, what his valour, honesty, and expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not possible, with wellweighing sums of gold, to corrupt him to a revolt. What say you to this ? what do you know of it?
Par. I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of the interrogatories : Demand them singly.
1 Sold. Do you know this captain Dumain ?
Par. I know him: he was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris, from whence he was whipped for ill conduct.
[Dumain lifts up his hand in anger. Ber. Nay, by your leave, hold your hands ; though I know, his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.
2 Cassock then signified a horseman's loose coat.
1 Sold. Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's camp?
Par. Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. 1 Lord. Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear of your lordship anon.
i Sold. What is his reputation with the duke?
Par. The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer of mine; and writ to me this other day, to turn him out o’the band : I think, I have his letter in my pocket.
1 Sold. Marry, we'll search.
Par. In good sadness, I do not know ; either it is there, or it is upon a file, with the duke's other letters, in my tent.
1 Sold. Here 'tis ; here's a paper? Shall I read it to you?
Pär. I do not know, if it be it, or no.
full of gold, Par. That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one count Rousillon, a foolish idle boy : I pray you, sir, put it up again. 1 Sold. Ņay, I'll read it first, by your
favour. Par. My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the behalf of the maid: for I knew the young count to be a dangerous and lascivious boy.
Ber. Abominable, both sides rogue !
and take it ;
the Half won, is match well made; match, and well make
He ne'er pays after debts, take it before ; And say, a soldier, Dian, told thee this, Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss :