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Manka revania dulche. i Lord.
Oscorbi dulchos volivorco.
O, let me live,
will wonder at. 1 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. i 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. i Lord. He will betray us all unto ourselves;Inform 'em that. 2 Sold.
So I will, sir. i Lord. Till then, I'll keep him dark, and safely lock'd.
FLORENCE. A ROOM IN THE WIDOW'S HOUSE.
Enter Bertram and Diana. Ber. They told me, that your name was Fontibell. . Dia. No, my good lord, Diana. Ber.
Dia. She then was honest.
So should you be.
No: My mother did but duty; such, my lord, As you owe to your wife. Ber.
No more of that! I pr’ythee, do not strive against my vows: I was compellid to her; but I love thee 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.
How have I sworn? Dia. "Tis not the many oaths, that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. What is not holy, that we swear not by, But take the Highest to witness: Then, pray you,
If I should swear by Jove's great attributes,
believe my oaths,
Change it, change it;
you do charge men with: Stand no more off,
Dia. I see, that men make hopes, in such affairs, That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power
Will you not, my lord?
Mine honour's such a ring:
Which were the greatest obloquy i'the world
Here, take my ring:
ber window; I'll order take, my mother shall not hear. Now will I charge you in the band of truth, When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed, Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me: My reasons are most strong; and you shall know
them, When back again this ring shall be deliver'd: And on your finger, in the night, I'll put Another ring; that, what in time proceeds, May token to the future our past deeds. Adieu, till then; then, fail not: You have won A wife of me, though there my hope be done. Ber. A heaven on earth I have won, by wooing thee.
[Exit. Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven
and me! You may so in the end.My mother told me just how he would woo, As if she sat in his heart; she says, all men Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me, When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him, When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid, Marry that will, I'll live and die a maid:
Only, in this disguise, I think’t no sin
THE FLORENTINE CAMP.
Enter the two French Lords, and two or three Soldiers.
i Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter?
2 Lord. I have deliver'd it an hour since: there is something in't that stings his nature; for, on the reading it, he changed almost into another man.
i 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 you.
i Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the grave of it.
2 Lord. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he hath given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself made in the unchaste composition.
Lord. Now, God 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