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the camp, a Frenchman; what his reputation is with the duke, what his valour, honesty, and expert ness in wars; or whether he thinks, it were not pos sible with well-weighing sums of gold to corrupt him to a revolt. What say you to this? what do know of it?
Par. I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of the intergatories: Demand them singly.
1. Sold. Do you know this captain Du inain?
Par. I know him: he was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris, from whence he was whipp'd for getting the sheriff's fool with child; a dumb in nocent, that could not say him, nay.
[Dumain lifts up his hand in anger.] Ber. Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know, his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.
1. Sold. Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's camp?
Par. Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. 1. Lord. Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear of your lordship anon.
1. Sold. What is his reputation with the duke?
Par. The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer of mine; and writ to me this other day, to turn him out o'the band: I think, I have his letter in my pocket.
1. Sold. Marry, we'll search.
Par. In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there, or it is upon a file, with the duke's other letters, in my tent.
1. Sold. Here 'tis; here's a paper; Shall I read it to you?
Par. I do not know, if it be it, or no.
I. Sold. Dian, The count's a fool, and full of gold,
Par. That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one count Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but, for all that, very ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again.
1. Sold. Nay, I'll read it first by your fa
Par. My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the behalf of the maid: for I knew the young count to be a dangerous and lascivious boy; who is a whale to virginity, and devours up all the fry it finds.
Ber. Damnable, both sides rogue!
1. Sold. When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it;
After he scores, he never pays Half won, is match well made; match, and well make it ;
He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before;
Thine, as he vow'd to thee in thine ear,
Ber. He shall be whipp'd through the with this rhime in his forehead.
2. Lord. This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist, and the armipotent soldier.
Ber. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now he's a cat to me.
1. Sold. I perceive, sir, by the general's looks, we shall be fain to hang you.
Par. My life, sir, in any case: not that I am afraid to die; but that, my offences being many, I would repent out the remainder of na ture: let me live, sir, in a dungeon, i'the stocks, or any where, so I may live.
1. Sold. We'll see what may be done, so you confess freely; therefore, once more to this captain Dumain: You have answer'd to his reputation with. the duke, and to his valour; What is his honesty?
Par. He will steal, sir, an egg out of a clois. ter; for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nes sus. He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking them, he is stronger than Hercules. He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool: drunkenness is his best virtue; for he will be swine - drunk; and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bed-clothes about him; but they know his conditions, and lay him in straw. I have but little more to say, sir, of his honesty: he has every thing that an honest man should not have; what an honest man should have, he has no'thing.
1. Lord. I begin to love him for this.
Ber. For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon him for me, he is more and more
1. Sold. What say you to his expertness in war?
Par. Faith, sir, he has led the drum before the English tragedians, to belie him, I will not, and more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place there call'd Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of files: I would
do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain.
1. Lord. He hath out-villain'd villainy so far, that the rarity redeems him.
Ber. A pox on
him he's a cat still. Sold. His qualities being at this poor price, I need not to ask you, if gold will cors rupt him to revolt.
Par. Sir, for a quart d'écu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the intail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually.
1. Sold. What's his brother, the other captain Dumain?
2. Lord. Why does he ask him of me?
1. Sold. What's he?
Par E'en a crow of the same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in evil. He excels his bro ther for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is: In a retreat he outruns any lackey; marry, in coming on he has the cramp.
1. Sold. If your life be saved, will you un` dertake to betray the Florentine?
Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, count Rousillon.
1. Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure.
Par. I'll no more drumming; a plague of all drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy the count, have I run into this danger: Yet, who would have suspected an
bush where I was taken ?
[aside.] 1. Sold. There is no remedy, sir, but you must die: the general says, you, that have so traiterously discovered the secrets of your ar
my, and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use; therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head.
Par. O Lord, sir; let me live, or let me see my death!
1. Sold. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. [unbinding him.] So, look about you; Know you any here?!
Ber. Good-morrow, noble captain.
2. Lord. God bless you, captain Parolles. 1. Lord. God save you, noble captain. 2. Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my lord Lafeu? I am for France.
1. Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the count Rousillon? an I were not à very coward, I'd compel it of you; but fare you well. [Exeunt BERTRAM, Lords, etc.] 1. Sold. You are undone, captain; all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet.
Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?
1. Sold. If you could find out a country where but women were that had received so much shame, you might begin an impudent tion. Fare you well, sir; I am for France too; we shall speak of you there.
[Exit.] Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were
great, "Twould burst at this; Captain I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall: simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, ‹ l That every braggart shall be found an als.