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Par. O, ransom, ransom :
How Do not hide
[They seize and blindfold him.] 1. Sold. Boskos thromuldo boskos.
Par. I know, you are the Muskos' regiment, And I shall lose
life fo want of language:
Boskos vauvado : - I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue: - Kerelybonto:
Sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.
1. Sold. O, pray, pray, pray. Manka revania dulche. 1. Lord. Oscorbi dulchos volivorco. Sold. The general is content to spare thee
yet; And, hood-wink'd as thou art, will lead thee
Par. O, let me live,
1. Sold. But wilt thou faithfully?
1. Sold Acordo linta.
[Exit, with P'AROLLES guarded.] 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 our.
selves; Inform 'em that.
2. Sold. So I will, sir. 1. Lord. Till then I'll keep him dark, and safely lock’d.
Enter BERTRAM and DIANA.
Ber. Titled goddess;
Ber. So should you be.
Ber. No more of that!
Do thee all rights of service.
Dia. Ay, so you serve us, Till we serve you: but wherr you have our ro
ses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness.
Ber. How have I sworn ?
you, tell me,
my oaths, When I did love you ill? this has no holding, To swear by him whom I protest to love, That I will work against him: Therefore, your
oaths Are words, and poor conditions; but unseal'd; At least, in my opinion.
Ber. Change it, change it;
Stand no more
thou art mine, and
My love, as it begins, shall so persever.
scene, That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring. Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no
power To give it from me.
Dia.' Will you not,“my lord ?
Bequeathed down from many ancestors; Which were the greatest obloquy i the world In me to lose.
Dia. Mine honour's such a ring: My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors ; Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world to lose:
your own proper wisdom Brings in the champion honour on my part, Against your vain assault.
Ber. Here, take my ring: My house, mine honour, yea, my life be thine, And I'll be bid by thee. Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my
chamber 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 most strong;
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
When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with
him, When I am bury'd. Since Frenchmen are so
braid, Marry that will, I live and die a maid : Only, in this disguise, I think't no sin To cozen him, that would unjustly win. [Exit.]
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 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.
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 incurr'd 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.
1. 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,
1. Lord. Now God delay our rebellion; as we are ourselves, what things are we!