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Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber

I'll order take, my Mother shall not hear.
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,

you have conquer'd my yet maiden-bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
My reasons are most strong, and you 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, tho' there my hope be done.

Ber. A heav'n on earth I've won by wooing thee.



Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven and

You may so in the end.
My Mother told me just how he would woo,
As if the fate 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 bim,
When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are fo braid,
Marry that will, I'll live and die a maid ;
Only, in this disguise, I think't no sin
To cozen him, that would unjustly win. [Exit.

-Since Frenchmen are them, I had rather live and die a s braid,

maid, than venture upon them. Marry that will, I'll live and This she says with a view to He

die a Maid;} What! be- len, who appeared fo fond of her cause Frenchmen were false, she, husband, and went thro' so many that was an Italian, would mar difficulties to obtain him. ry nobody. The text is cor

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-Since Frenchmen are tant, and the old reading reasonso braid,

able enough. Nothing is more Murry 'em that will, I'll live common than for girls, on such and die a maid.

occasions, to say in a pett what i. e. fince Frenchmen prove so they do not think, or to think crooked and perverse in their for a time what they do not fis manners, let who will marry nally resolve.


Changes to the French Camp in Florence.

Enter the two French Lords, and two or three Soldiers.


I Lord.

OU have not given him his Mother's

letter? 2 Lord. I have deliver'd it an hour since; there is something in't, that ftings his nature ; for, on the reading it, he chang'd almost into another man. i 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.

i 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.

i 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

3 i Lord.] The later Editors seem to act, and the timorous have with great liberality be- manner in which they converse, stowed lordship upon these inter. determines them to be only cap locutors, who, in the original tains. Yet as the later readers edition, are called, with more of Shakespeare have been used to propriety, capt. E. and capt. G. find them lords, I have not It is true that castain E. is in a thought it worth while to degrade former scene called Lord E. but them in the margin. the subordination in which they


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he, that in this action contrives against his own Nobility, * in his proper stream o'erflows himself.

i 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.

i Lord. That approaches apace: I would gladly have him fee his company anatomiz'd, that he might take a measure of his own Judgment, s wherein so cuțiously he hath set this counterfeit.

2 Lord. We will not meddle with him 'till he come; for his presence must be the whip of the other.

i Lord. In the mean time, what hear you of these Wars?

2 Lord. I hear, there is an overture of Peace.
i Lord. Nay, I assure you, a Peace concluded.

2 Lord. What will Count Roufillon do then? will he travel higher, or return again into France ?

i 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.

i Lord. Sir, his Wife fome two months since fled from his House, her pretence is a Pilgrimage to St. Jaques le Grand; which holy Undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplish'd; 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,

4 In his proper lream o'erflows his own judgmont.] This is a bimfil:] That is, bctrays his very just and moral reason. Berown secrets in his own talk. The tram, by finding how erronejeply fews that this is the mean- pusly he has judged, will be less ing.

confident, and more easily moved 3 He might take a measure of by admonition.


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 confirm'd by the Rector of the place.

2 Lord. Hath the Count all this intelligence ?

i 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.

i 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 encounter'd with a shame as ample.

i Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipt them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherish'd by our virtues.

Inter a Servant.

How now? where's your master?

Serv. He met the Duke in the street, Sir, of whom he hath taken a folemn 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.

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How now, my

i Lord. They cannot be too sweet for the King's tartness; here's his Lordship now. Lord, is't not after midnight? Ber. I have to night dispatch'd sixteen businesses; a


month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success; I have congied with the Duke, done my adieu with his nearest ; buried a wife, mourn’d for her ; writ to my lady mother, I am returning ; entertain'd my convoy; and, between these main parcels of dispatch, effected many nicer needs : the last was the greatest, but that I have not ended yet.

2 L rd. 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 berween the fool and the foldier? come, bring forth this counterfeit module ; h'as deceiv'd me, like a double-meaning prophesier.

2 Lord. Bring him forth; h'as fate in the Stocks all night, poor gallant knave.

Ber. No matter ; his heels have deserv'd it, in usurping his spurs so long. How does he carry himself ?

i 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 confess'd himself to Morgan, whom he fupposes to be a Friar, from the time of his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his secting i'ch' Stocks; and what, think you, he hath confeft?

Ber. Nothing of me, has he ?

2 Lord. His confeffion 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.

6 bring forth this counterfeit Editor follows. WARBURTON. MODULE ;] This epithet is im Module being the patern of any proper to a module, which pro thing, may be here used in that fesses to be the counterfeit of a. sense. Bring forth this fellow, nother thing. We should read who, by counterfeit virtue preMEDAL. And this the Oxford tended to make himself a patern.


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