1 LORD DUMAINE

So 'tis reported sir. His love and wisdom Approved so to your Majesty, may plead For amplest credence. O my sweet Lord y to you will stay behind us. There's honour in the theft. Farewll Captain. It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord, Young Bertram. It's our hope sir, After well entered soldiers, to return And find your grace in health. Health at your bidding serve your Majesty. We shall noble Captain. But I am sure the younger of our nature, That surfeit on their ease, will day by day Come here for Physic. Madam he's gone to serve the Duke of Flo rence, We met him thitherward, for thence we came: And after some dispatch in hand at Court, Thither we bend again. I Madam. Such is his noble purpose, and beleeu't The Duke will lay upon him all the honour That good convenience claims. We serve you Madam in that and all your worthiest affairs. Do not say so. If your Lordship find him not a Hilding, hold me no more in your respect. It were fit you knew him, least reposing too far in his virtue which he hath not, he might at some great and trusty business, in a main danger, fail you. None better then to let him fetch off his drum, which you hear him so confidently under take to do. Oh for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum, he says he has a stratagem for't: when your Lordship sees the bottom of this success in't, and to what mettle this counterfeit lump of ours will be mell ted if you give him not John drums entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed. Here he comes. A pox on't, let it go, it's but a drum. That was not to be blamed in the command of the service: it was a disaster of war that Caesar him self could not have prevented, if he had been there to command. You do not know him my Lord as we do, certain it is that he will steal himself into a men fa vour, and for a week escape a great deal of discoue rises, but when you find him out, you have him ever of ter. Weel make you some sport with the Fox ere we case him. He was first smoked by the old Lord Lafew, when his disguise and he is parted, tell me what a sprat you shall find him, which you shall see this we rye night. As't please your Lordship, I'll leave you. You have not given him his mother's letter. He has much worthy blame laid upon him, for shaking off so good a wife, and so sweet a Lady. When you have spoken it it's dead, and I am the graven of it. Now God delay our rebellion as we are our selves, what things are we. Is it not meant damnable in us, to be Trum peters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company to night? That approaches apace: I would gladly have him see his company anathomiz'd, that he might take a measure of his own judgements, wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit. In the mean time, what hear you of these Wars? Nay, I assure you a peace concluded. I perceive by this demand, you are not alto gether of his council. Sir, his wife some two months since fled from his house, her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint In ques le grand ; which holy undertaking, with most au steer sanctimony 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, & now she sings in heaven. The stronger partly of it by her own Letters, which makes her story true, even to the point of her death: her death it self, which could not be her office to say, is come: was faithfully confirmed by the Rector of the place. I, and the particular confirmations, point from point, to the full arming of the verity. How mightily sometime, we make us come forts of our losses. 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 dis pair if they were not cherished by our virtues. How now? Where's your master? Hoodman comes: Portotartarossa. You're deceived my Lord, this is Mounsieur Parrolles 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. He's very near the truth in this. Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my condition: and what credit I have with the Duke. Excellently. I begin to love him for this. He hath out-villain'd villainy so far, that the rarity redeems him. God save you noble Captain. Good Captain will you give me a Copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rossillion, and I were not a very Coward, I'de compel it of you, but far you well. Nay look not so upon me: we shall hear of your Lord anon. I Madam, and for the Contents sake are sorry for our pains.