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Ber. Change it, change it; .
Dia. I see, that men make hopes, in such affairs,
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,
Dia. Mine honour's such a ring :
Ber. Here, take my ring :
Dia.When midnight comes, knock at my chamber window;
Ber. A heaven on earth I have won, by wooing thee.[Er.
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's heart; she says, all men Have the like oaths : he had sworn to marry me,
When his wife's dead ; therefore I'll lie with him,
two or three Soldiers. I Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter?
2 Lord. I have delivered it an hour since : there is something in't that stings his nature ; for, on the read. ing 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 incurred 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? · 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 abhorred ends ; so he, that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows 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
(5) Braid signifies crasty or deceitful. STEEVENS.  This is a very just and moral reason. Bertram, by finding how erroneously
he has judged, will be less confident, and more easily moved by admonition.
a measure of his own judgments, wherein sọ 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,
1 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 concluded.
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 sanc. timony, she accomplished: and, there residing, the tenderness 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 makes 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 confirmed by the rector of the place.
2 Lord. Hath the count all this intelligence ?
1 Lord. Ay, and the particular confirmations, 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 encountered 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 whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our virtues.
Enter a Servant. How now? where's your master ?
 Counterfeit, besides its ordinary signification, a person preterding to be what he is not,) signified also in our author's time a false coid, and a picture. The word set shows that it is bere used in the first and the last of these senses. MAL
Ser. 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 needful there, if they were more than they can commend.
Enter BERTRAM. 1 Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the king's tart. ness. Here's his lordship now.—How now, my lord, is't not after midnight?
Ber. I have to-night despatched sixteen businesses, a month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success: I have conge'd with the duke, done my adieu with his nearest : buried a wife, mourned for her ; writ to my lady mother, I am returning ; entertained my convoy; and, between these main parcels of despatch, 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 business 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 ;8 he has deceived me, like a doublemeaning 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 deseryed it, in usurp ing his spurs so long.9 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 confessed 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'th' stocks : And what think you he hath confessed ?
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.
(8) Module being the pattern of any thing, may be here used in that sense. Bring forth this fellow, who, by counterfeit virtue, pretended to make himself a pattern. JOHNSON.
 The punishment of a coward, was to have his spurs backed off. MALONE.
Re-enter Soldiers, with PAROLLES.' Ber. A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of me; hush ! hush!
1 Lord. Hoodman comes !-Porto tartarossa.
1 Sol. He calls for the tortures ; What will you say without 'em ?
Par. I will confess what I know without constraint; if ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more.
1 Sol. Bosko, chimurcho. .
1 Sol. You are a merciful general :-Our general bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.
Par. And truly, as I hope to live.
1 Sol. 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 scattered, and the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and cre. dit, and as I hope to live.
1 Sol. 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 theoric 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 Sol. 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.
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 Sol. Well, that's set down.
Par. I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the rogues are marvellous poor.
(1) See an account of the examination of one of Henry VIIIth's captains, who had gone over to the enemy (which may possibly have suggested this of Parolles) in The Life of lacke Wilton, 1594. sig. c. ii. RITSON.
(2) To con thanks exactly answers the French scavoir gre. To con is to know.