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Were do the palmers s lodge, I do beseech you?
Wid. At the Saint Francis here, beside the port.
Ay, marry, is it.—Hark you!
[A march afar off They come this way :- If you will tarry, holy pil
Is it yourself? Wid. If you shall please so, pilgrim. Hel. I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure. Wid. You came, I think, from France ? Hel.
I did so. · Wid. Here you shall see a countryman of yours, That has done worthy service. Hel.
His name, I pray you. Dia. The count Rousillon; Know you such a
Hel. But by the ear, that hears most nobly of
His face I know not.
Whatsoe'er he is,
Hel. Ay, surely, mere the truth ;? I know his lady.
§ Pilgrims; so called from a staff or bough of palm they were wont to carry. . Because,
7 The exact, the entire truth,
Dia. There is a gentleman, that serves the count,
What's his name?
O, I believe with him,
Alas, poor lady! "Tis a hard bondage, to become the wife Of a detesting lord.
Wid. A right good creature: wheresoe'er she is, Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her A shrewd turn, if she pleas'd. Hel.
How do you mean?
He does, indeed ;
Enter with drum and colours, a party of the Flo
rentine army, BERTRAM, and PAROLLES.
So, now they come:
Deals with panders.
Which is the Frenchman? Dia.
He; That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow; I would, he lov'd his wife: if he were honester, He were much goodlier :-Is't not a handsome gen
tleman? Hel. I like him well. Dia. 'Tis pity, he is not honest: Yond's that same
Which is he?
Mar. He's shrewdly vexed at something: Look, he has spied us.
Wid. Marry, hang you!
[Exeunt BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Officers,
and Soldiers. Wid. The troop is past: Come, pilgrim, I will
bring you Where you shall host : of enjoin'd penitents There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound, Already at my house. Hel.
I humbly thank you : Please it this matron, and this gentle maid, To eat with us to-night, the charge, and thanking, Shall be for me ; and, to requite you further, I will bestow some precepts on this virgin,
Worthy the note.
Camp before Florence.
Enter Bertram, and the two French Lords. 1 Lord. Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him
have his way.
2 Lord. If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no more, in your respect.
1 Lord. On my life, my lord, a bubble. Ber. "Do you think, I am so far deceived in him?
i Lord. Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge, without any malice, but to speak of him as my kinsman, he's a most notable coward, an infinite and endless . liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of no one good quality worthy your lordship’s entertainment.
2 Lord. It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in his virtue, which he hath not, he might, at some great and trusty business, in a main danger,
Ber. I would, I knew in what particular action to
2 Lord. None better than to let him fetch off his drum, which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.
i Lord. I, with a troop of Florentines, will 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 leaguero of the adversaries, when we bring him to our tents: 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 judgment 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 in't, 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.
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.
2 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
9 The camp.