'Till we do hear from them. Sol. Captain, I will. Lord. He will betray us all unto ourselves, Inform 'em that. Sol. So I will, sir. 100 Lord. 'Till then I'll keep him dark, and safely lockt. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Widow's House. Enter BERTRAM, and DIANA. Ber. They told me that your name was Fontibell. Dia. No, my good lord, Diana. Ber. Titled goddess, And worth it with addition! But, fair soul, If the quick fire of youth light not your mind, Dia. She then was honest. Ber. So should you be. Dia. No. My mother did but duty; such, my lord, Ber. No more of that! I pr'ythee, do not strive against my vows : 110 120 I was compell'd to her; but I love thee By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever Dia. Ay, so you serve us, 'Till we serve you: but when you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness. Ber. How have I sworn? 130 Dia. 'Tis not the many oaths, that make the truth, But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. What is not holy, that we swear not 'bides, But take the Highest to witness: Then, pray you me, If I should swear by Jove's great attributes That I will work against him. tell 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, That you do charge men with Stand no more off, But give thyself unto my sick desire, 140 Who then recovers. Say, thou art mine; and ever My love, as it begins, shall so persevere. Dia. I see, that men make hopes in such affairs That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring. Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power Το To give it from me. 150 Dia. Will you not, my lord? Ber. It is an honour 'longing to our house, 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, Ber. Here, take my ring: My house, mine honour, yea, my life be thine, 160 Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber window; I'll order take, my mother shall not hear. 170 When back again this ring shall be deliver'd : And on your finger, in the night, I'll put 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, 180 Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me, To cozen him, that would unjustly win. [Exit. SCENE III. The Florentine Camp. Enter the two French Lords, and two or three Soldiers. 1 Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter ? 189 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 chang'd 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 tun'd his bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you. 1 Lord. 1 Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the grave of it. 200 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. Meerly 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'erflows himself. 1 Lord. Is it not meant damnable in us to be the 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 anatomiz'd; that he might take a measure of his own judgment, wherein so curiously he hath set this counterfeit. .222 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 |