In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire, Wid. Now I fee the bottom of your purpose. Herself most chastly absent: after this, Wid. I have yielded : Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere, Hel. Why then, to night Let us affay our plot; which if it speed, [Exeunt. ACT SCENE, Part of the French Camp in: Florence. Enter one of the French Lords, with five or fix Soldiers in ambush. H' LORD. E can come no other way but by this hedge-corner; when you fally upon him, fpeak what terrible language you will; though you understand it not your felves, no matter; for we must not seem to understand him, unlefs fome one amongst us, whom we muft produce for an interpreter. Sol. Good captain, let me be th' interpreter. Lord. Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice? Sol. No, Sir, I warrant you. Lord. But what linfie-woolfie haft thou to speak to us again? Sol. Ev'n fuch as you speak to me.. Lord. He must think us fome band of strangers i'th' adverfaries' entertainment. Now he hath a fmack of all neighbouring languages, therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy; not to know what we fpeak one to another, fo we seem to know, is to know straight our purpose: chough's language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you, interpreter, you must seem very politick. But couch, hoa! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a fleep, and then to return and swear the lies he forges. Par. Ten o'clock; within these three hours 'twill be time enough to go home. What fhall I fay, I have done? done? it must be a very plaufive invention that carries it. They begin to fmoak me, and difgraces have of late knock'd too often at my door; I find, my tongue is too fool-hardy; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it and of his creatures, not daring the reports of my tongue. Lord. This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of. [Afide. Par. What the devil fhould move me to undertake the recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the impoffibility, and knowing I had no fuch purpofe? I muft give my self fome hurts, and fay, I got them in exploit; yet flight ones will not carry it. They will fay, came you off with fo little? and great ones I dare not give; wherefore what's the inftance? Tongue, I muft put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy my felf another of Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into thefe perils. Lord. Is it poffible, he should know what he is, and be that he is? [Afide. Par. I would, the cutting of my garments would ferve the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish fword. Lord. We cannot afford you fo. [Afide. Par. Or the baring of my beard, and to fay, it was Par. Or to drown my cloaths, and fay, I was ftript. in ftratagem. Lord. 'Twould not do. [Afide. Lord. Hardly serve. Afide. Par. Though I fwore, I leap'd from the window of the cittadel Lord. How deep? [Afide. Par. Thirty fathom. Lord. Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed. [Afide. Par. I would, I had any drum of the enemies; I would fwear, I recover'd it. [Afide. Lord. You fhall hear one anon. Par. Par. Oh! ranfom, ransom :-do not hide mine eyes. [They feixe him and blindfold him. Inter. Boskos thromuldo boskos. Par. I know, you are the Muskos regiment, And I fhall lofe my life for want of language. If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch, Italian, or French, let him speak to me, I'll difcover That which fhall undo the Florentine. Inter. Boskos vauvado; I understand thee, and can fpeak thy tongue; Kerelybonto,- Sir, betake thee to thy faith, for feventeen poniards are at thy bofom. Par. Oh! Int. Oh, pray, pray, pray. Mancha ravancha dulche. Lord. Ofceoribi dulchos volivorco. Int. The General is content to fpare thee yet, And, hood-winkt as thou art, will lead thee on To gather from thee. Haply thou may'st inform Something to fave thy life. Par. Oh let me live, And all the fecrets of our Camp I'll fhew; Int. But wilt thou faithfully? Come on, thou art granted space. [Exit. [Abort alarum within. Lord. Go, tell the Count Rouillon and my brother, We've caught the woodcock, and will keep him mufAed "Till we do hear from them. Sol. Captain, I will. Lord. He will betray us all unto our felves, Inform 'em That. Sol. So I will, Sir. Lord. 'Till then I'll keep him dark and safely_lockt. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to the Widow's Houfe. Enter Bertram, and Diana. HEY told me, that your name was Fontibell. Ber. Titled Goddess, And worth it with addition! but, fair soul, When you are dead, you should be fuch a one Dia. She then was honeft. Ber. So fhould you be.. Dia. No. My Mother did but duty; fuch, my Lord, Ber. No more o' that! I pr'ythee do not ftrive against my vows: By love's own fweet constraint, and will for ever Dia. Ay, fo you ferve us, 'Till we ferve you: but when you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick our selves, And, mock us with our bareness. Ber. How have I fworn! Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths, that make the truth; But the plain fingle vow, that is vow'd true; What is not holy, that we fwear not by, But take the High'ft to witness: then, pray tell me, That I will work against him. Therefore your oaths At |