caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled
Till we do hear from them.
| Second Soldier |
Captain, I will. |
| Second Lord |
A’ will betray us all unto ourselves:
Inform on that.
|
| Second Soldier |
So I will, sir. |
| Second Lord |
Till then I’ll keep him dark and safely lock’d. Exeunt. |
Scene II
Florence. The Widow’s house.
|
Enter Bertram and Diana. |
| Bertram |
They told me that your name was Fontibell. |
| Diana |
No, my good lord, Diana. |
| Bertram |
Titled goddess;
And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
In your fine frame hath love no quality?
If quick fire of youth light not your mind,
You are no maiden, but a monument:
When you are dead, you should be such a one
As you are now, for you are cold and stern;
And now you should be as your mother was
When your sweet self was got.
|
| Diana |
She then was honest. |
| Bertram |
So should you be. |
| Diana |
No:
My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.
|
| Bertram |
No more o’ that;
I prithee, do not strive against my vows:
I was compell’d to her; but I love thee
By love’s own sweet constraint, and will for ever
Do thee all rights of service.
|
| Diana |
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.
|
| Bertram |
How have I sworn! |
| Diana |
’Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth,
But the plain single vow that is vow’d true.
What is not holy, that we swear not by,
But take the High’st to witness: then, pray you, tell me,
If I should swear by God’s great attributes,
I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
When I did love you ill? This has no holding,
To swear by him whom I protest to love,
That I will work against him: therefore your oaths
Are words and poor conditions, but unseal’d,
At least in my opinion.
|
| Bertram |
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 desires,
Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
My love as it begins shall so persever.
|
| Diana |
I see that men make ropes in such a scarre
That we’ll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
|
| Bertram |
I’ll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power
To give it from me.
|
| Diana |
Will you not, my lord? |
| Bertram |
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.
|
| Diana |
Mine honour’s such a ring:
My chastity’s the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which were the greatest obloquy i’ the world
In me to lose: thus your own proper wisdom
Brings in the champion Honour on my part,
Against your vain assault.
|
| Bertram |
Here, take my ring:
My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
And I’ll be bid by thee.
|
| Diana |
When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:
I’ll order take my mother shall not hear.
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When 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, though there my hope be done.
|
| Bertram |
A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee. Exit. |
| Diana |
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,
As if she sat 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 him
When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,
Marry that will, I live and die a maid:
Only in this disguise I think’t no sin
To cozen him that would unjustly win. Exit.
|
Scene III
The Florentine camp.
|
Enter the two French Lords and some two or three Soldiers. |
| First Lord |
You have not given him his mother’s letter? |
| Second Lord |
I have delivered it an hour since: there is something in’t that stings his nature; for on the reading it he changed almost into another man. |
| First Lord |
He has much worthy blame laid upon him for shaking off so good a wife and so sweet a lady. |
| Second Lord |
Especially he hath incurred the everlasting displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you. |
| First Lord |
When you have spoken it, ’tis dead, and I am the grave of it. |
| Second 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. |
| First Lord |
Now, God delay our rebellion! as we are ourselves, what things are we! |
| Second Lord |
Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends, so he that in this action contrives against his own nobility, in his proper stream o’erflows himself. |
| First Lord |
Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his company to-night? |
| Second Lord |
Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour. |
| First Lord |
That approaches apace; I would gladly have him see his company anatomized, that he might take a measure of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit. |
| Second Lord |
We will not meddle with him till he come; for his presence must be the whip of the other. |
| First Lord |
In the mean time, what hear you of these wars? |
| Second Lord |
I hear there is an overture of peace. |
| First Lord |
Nay, |
