ere we cafe him. He was firft fmoak'd by the old lord Lafeu; when his difguife and he is parted, tell me what a sprat you fhall find him; which you shall fee, this very night.

2 Lord. I must go and look my twigs; he shall be caught.

Ber. Your brother, he fhall go along with me. 2 Lord. As't please your lordship. I'll leave you. Exit. Ber. Now will I lead you to the house, and fhew you The lafs I fpoke of.

1 Lord. But you fay, fhe's honest.

Ber. That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once, And found her wondrous cold; but I fent to her, By this fame coxcomb that we have i'th' wind, Tokens and letters, which fhe did re-fend; And this is all I've done: fhe's a fair creature, Will you go fee her?

1 Lord. With all my heart, my lord.

Hel.

F

[Exeunt.

If mildo, you further;

I know not, how I fhall affure

But I fhall lofe the grounds I work upon.

Wid. Tho' my eftate be fallen, I was well born, Nothing acquainted with thefe bufineffes; And would not put my reputation now In any staining act.

Hel. Nor would I wifh you.

Firft, give me truft, the Count he is my husband;
And what to your fworn counsel I have spoken,
Is fo, from word to word; and then you cannot,
By the good aid that I of you fhall borrow,
Err in beftowing it.

Wid. I fhould believe you,

For

For you have fhew'd me that, which well approves

Y'are great in fortune.

Hel. Take this purfe of gold,

And let me buy your friendly help thus far,

Which I will over-pay, and pay again

When I have found it. The Count wooes your

daughter.

Lays down his wanton fiege before her beauty,
Refolves to carry her; let her consent,

As we'll direct her how, 'tis best to bear it.
Now his important blood will nought deny,
That she'll demand: a ring the Count does wear,
That downward hath fucceeded in his house
From fon to fon, fome four or five descents,
Since the first father wore it. This ring he holds
In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire,

To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
Howe'er repented after.

Wid. Now I fee the bottom of your purpose.
Hel. You fee it lawful then. It is no more,
But that your daughter, ere fhe feems as won,
Defires this ring; appoints him an encounter;
In fine, delivers me to fill the time,

Herself most chaftly abfent: after this,

To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns
To what is paft already.

Wid. I have yielded:

Inftruct my daughter how fhe fhall persevere,
That time and place, with this deceit fo lawful,
May prove coherent. Every night he comes
With mufic of all forts, and fongs compos'd
To her unworthinefs: it nothing fleads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he perfifts,
As if his life lay on't.

Hel. Why then, to night

Let us affay our plot; which if it speed,
Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed;

And lawful meaning in a wicked act;
Where both not fin, and yet a finful fact.
But let's about it.-

ACT IV. SCENE

[Exeunt.

I.

Part of the French Camp in Florence.

Enter one of the French Lords, with five or fix Soldiers

HE

in ambush.

LORD.

E can come no other way but by this hedgecorner; when you fally upon him, speak what terrible language you will; though you understand it not yourselves, not matter; for we muft, not seem to understand him, unless 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 linfy-woolfy hafte thou to speak to us again?

Sol. Ev'n fuch as you speak to me.

Lord. He muft think us fome band of ftrangers 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 feem to know, is to know ftraight our purpose: chough's language, gabble enough, and good enough. As for you, interpreter, you muft feem very politic. But couch, hoa! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a fleep, and then to return and fwear the lies he forges.

Enter

Enter Parolles.

Par. Ten o'clock; within these three hours 'twill be time enough to go home. What fhall I fay, I have done? it must be a very plaufive invention that carries it. They begin to smoke 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 must give myself some 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 must put you into a butter-woman's mouth, and buy myself another of Bajazet's mute, if you prattle me into these perils.

Lord. Is it poffible, he fhould 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 say, it

was in ftratagem.

Lord. Twould not do.

[Afide.

Par. Or to drown my clothes, and fay, I was ftript.

Lord. Hardly ferve.

[Afide.

Par. Though I swore, I leap'd from the window

of the citadel

Lord. How deep?

[Afide.

Par. Thirty fathom.

Lord. Three great oaths would fcarce make that be believed.

[Afide.

Par.

Par. I would, I had any drum of the Enemies; I would fwear, I recover'd it.

Lord. You fhall hear one anon.

Par. A drum now of the enemies!

[Afide.

[Alarum within.

Lord. Throco movoufius, cargo, cargo, cargo.
All. Cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.
Par. Oh! ranfom, ran fom:-do not hide mine eyes.
[They feize him and blindfold him.

Inter. Bofkos thromuldo befkos.

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 fpeak to me,

I'll discover That which fhall undo the Florentine.

Inter. Bofkos vauvado; I understand thee, and can fpeak thy tongue; Kerelybonto, -Sir, betake thee to thy faith, for seventeen 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;
Their force, their purpofes: nay, I'll speak That
Which you will wonder at.

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

Int. Acordo linta.

Come on, thou art granted space.

[Exit.

[A fhort alarum within.

Lord. Go, tell the Count Roufillon and my brother, We've caught the woodcock, and will keep him

muffled

'Till we do hear from them.

Sol.