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Par. O, ransom, ransom :

How Do not hide

mine eyes.

1. Sold.


[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:
If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch,
Italian, or French, let him speak to me,
I will discover that which shall undo
The Florentine.

Boskos vauvado : - I understand thee, and can speak thy tongue: - Kerelybonto:

Sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.

Par. Oh!

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

To gather from thee : haply, thou may'st in-

Something to save thy life.

Par. O, let me live,
And all the secrets of our camp I'll shew,
Their force, their purposes : nay, I'll speak that
Which you will wonder at.

1. Sold. But wilt thou faithfully?
Par. If I do not, damn me.

1. Sold Acordo linta.
Come on, thou art granted space.

[Exit, with P'AROLLES guarded.] Go, tell the count Rousillon and

my brother, We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled

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1. Lord.

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.


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Ber. They told me, that your name

Dia. No,"my good lord, Diana.

Ber. Titled goddess;
And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
In your fine frame hath love no quality ?
If the quick fire of youth light not your mind,
You ‘are. no maiden, but å monument:
When you are dead, you should be such a one
As you are now, for you are cold and stern;
And now you should be as your mother was,
When your sweet self was got.
3: "Dia. She then honest.

Ber. So should you be.

Dia. No:
My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.

Ber. No more of that!
I pr’ythee, do not strive against my vows:
I was compellid to her; but I love thee
By love's own sweet constraint, and will for



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 ?
Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths, that make the

But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
What is not holy, that we swear not by,
But take the Highest to witness: Then, pray

you, tell me,
If I should swear by Jove's great attributes,
I lov'd you dearly, would


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;
Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy;
And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts,
you do charge men with:

Stand no more
But give thyself unto my sick desires,
Who then recover: say,

thou art mine, and


My love, as it begins, shall so persever.
Dia. I see, that men make hopes, in such a

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 ?
Ber. It is an honour 'longing to our house,

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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



and you

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.]

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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!

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