2. Lord. Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal themselves, till they attain to their abhorr'd ends; so he, that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper stream o'er flows himself.

1. Lord. Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company to-night?

2. Lord. Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour.

1. Lord. That approaches apace: I would gladly have him see his company anatomized; that he might take a measure of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit.

2. Lord. We will not meddle with him till he come; for his presence must be the whip of the other.

I. Lord. In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?

2. Lord, I hear, there is an overture of peace.

1. Lord. Nay, I assure you, a peace con cluded.

2. Lord. What will count Rousillon do then? will he travel higher, or return again into France?

1. Lord, I perceive by this demand, you are not altogether of his council.

2. Lord. Let it be forbid, sir! so should I be a great deal of his act.

1. Lord. Sir, his wife, some two months since, fled from his house; her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques le grand; which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplish'd: and, there residing, the tendernels of her nature became as a prey to her grief;

in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.

2. Lord, How is this justified?

1. Lord. The stronger part of it by her own letters; which make her story true, even to the point of her death: her death itself, which could not be her office to say, is come, was faithfully confirm'd by the rector of the place. 2. Lord. Hath the count all this intelli

gence?

1. Lord. Ay, and the particular confirma, tions, 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 encounter'd 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 whipp'd them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not che ish'd by our virtues.

Enter a Servant.

How now? where's your master?

Serv. 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 need. ful there, if they were more than they can commend.

Enter BERTRAM.

How

1. Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness. Here's his lordship now. now, my lord, is't not after midnight?

Ber. I have to-night dispatch'd sixteen businesses, a month's length a-piece, by an abstract of succefs: I have conge'd with the duke, done my adieu with, his nearest ; buried a wife, mourn'd for her; writ to my lady mother, I am returning; entertain'd my convoy; and, between these main parcels of dispatch, 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 businefs 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.

Ber. No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurping his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?

1. Lord. I have told your lordship already; the stocks carry him. But, to answer you as you would be understood; he weeps, like a wench that had shed her milk: he hath confefs'd 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 confefs'd?

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.

Ber.

Re-enter Soldiers, with PAROLLES.

A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of me; hush! hush!

I. Lord. Hoodman comes!

rossa.

Porto tarta

1. Sold. He calls for the tortures; what will you say without 'em?

Par. I will confefs what I know without constraint: if ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more.

1. Sold. Bosko chimurcho.

2. Lord. Boblibindo chicurmurco.

Our

1. Sold. You are a merciful general: general bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.

Par. And truly, as I hope to live.

1. Sold. First demand of him how many horse the duke is strong. What say you to that?

Par. Five or six thousand; but very weak and unserviceable: the troops are all scatter'd, and the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit, and as I hope to live,

1. Sold. Shall I set down your answer so? Par. Do; I'll take the sacrament on't, how and which way you will.

Ber. All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this!

1. Lord. You are deceived, my lord; this is monsieur Parolles, the gallant militarist, (that was his own phrase,) that had the whole theo

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rick 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 keeping his sword clean; nor believe he can have every thing in him, by wearing his apparel neatly.

1. Sold. Well, that's set down.

Par. Five or six thousand horse, I said, I will say true, or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth.

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1. Lord. He's very near the truth in this. Ber. But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he delivers it.

Par. Poor rogues, I pray you, say.

1. Sold. Well, that's set down.

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 fif ty each mine own company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll; half of the 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