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Enter with drum and colours, a party of the Florentine army, BERTRAM, and PAROLLES.

That is Antonio, the duke's eldest son;

That, Escalus.



Which is the Frenchman?


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 gentleman ?
Hel. I like him well.

Dia. 'Tis pity, he is not honest: yond's that same knave
That leads him to these places; were I his lady,

I'd poison that vile rascal.


Which is he?

Dia. That jack-an-apes with scarfs. Why is he melancholy? Hel. Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.

Par. Lose our drum! well.

Mar. He's shrewdly vexed at something. Look, he has spied us. Wid. Marry, hang you!

Mar. And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier !

[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.

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.


We'll take your offer kindly.


SCENE VI.-Camp before Florence.

Enter BERTRAM, and the two French Lords.

First Lord. Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have

his way.


Second Lord. If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no more in your respect.

First Lord. On my life, my lord, a bubble.

Ber. Do you think, I am so far deceived in him?

First 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.

Second 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, fail you.

Ber. I would I knew in what particular action to try him. Second Lord. None better than to let him fetch off his drum, which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.

First Lord. I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly surprise him; such I will have, whom, I am sure, he knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries, when we bring him to our own 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 anything.

Second Lord. O for the love of laughter, let him fetch off 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,9 your inclining cannot be removed. Here he comes.

First 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.

Second Lord. A 'plague' 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!

Second Lord. That was not to be blamed in the command of the service; it was a disaster of war that Cæsar himself could not have prevented, if he had been there to command.

Ber. Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is not to be recovered.

Par. It might have been recovered.

Ber. It might, but it is not now.

Par. It is to be recovered: but that the merit of service is seldom attributed to the true and exact performer, I would have that drum or another, or hic jacet.10

Ber. Why, if you have a stomach to 't, monsieur, if you think your mystery in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour again into his native quarter, be magnanimous in the enterprise, and go on; I will grace the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you speed well in it, the duke shall both speak of it, and extend to you what further becomes his greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your worthiness.

Par. By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.

Ber. But you must not now slumber in it.

Par. I'll about it this evening: and I will presently pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation, and by midnight look to hear further from me.

Ber. May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?

Par. I know not what the success will be, my lord; but the attempt I vow.

Ber. I know thou art valiant; and to the possibility of thy soldiership will subscribe for thee. Farewell.

Par. I love not many words.


First Lord. No more than a fish loves water.-Is not this a strange fellow, my lord, that so confidently seems to undertake this business, which he knows is not to be done?

Second Lord. You do not know him, my lord, as we do. Certain it is, that he will steal himself into a man's favour, and, for a week, escape a great deal of discoveries; but when you find him out, you have him ever after.

Ber. Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of this that so seriously he does address himself unto?

First Lord. None in the world; but return with an invention, and clap upon you two or three probable lies; but we have almost embossed him, you shall see his fall to-night; for, indeed, he is not for your lordship's respect.


Second Lord. We'll make you some sport with the fox, ere we case him. He was first smoked by the old Lord Lafeu. When his disguise and he is parted, tell me what a sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this very night.

First Lord. I must go look my twigs; he shall be caught.
Ber. Your brother, he shall go along with me.

First Lord. As 't please your lordship: I'll leave you.

[Exit. Ber. Now will I lead you to the house, and shew you The lass I spoke of.

Second Lord.

But, you say she's honest.

Ber. That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once, And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,

By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,

Tokens and letters which she did re-send;

And this is all I have done.

Will you go see her?

She's a fair creature ;

Second Lord.

With all my heart, my lord.


SCENE VII.-Florence. A Room in the Widow's House.

Enter HELENA and Widow.

Hel. If you misdoubt me that I am not she,

I know not how I shall assure you further,
But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.1


Wid. Though my estate be fallen, I was well born, Nothing acquainted with these businesses;

And would not put my reputation now

In any staining act.

Nor would I wish you.

First, give me trust, the count he is my husband;
And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken
Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,
By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,
Err in bestowing it,

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And let me buy your friendly help thus far,

Which I will over-pay, and pay again,

When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter,


Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,
Resolves to carry her; let her, in fine, consent,
As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it,
Now his important blood 13 will nought deny
That she'll demand. A ring the county wears,
That downward hath succeeded in his house,
From son to son, some four or five descents
Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
In most rich choice; yet, in his idle fire,

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