[Act 4, Scene 3]
Enter the two French
Captaines, and some two or three
You haue not giuen him his mothers letter.
I haue deliu'red it an houre since, there is som
thing in't that stings his nature: for on the
he chang'd almost into another
He has much worthy blame laid vpon him,
off so good a wife, and so sweet a Lady.
Especially, hee hath incurred the euerlasting
displeasure of the King, who had euen tun'd his
to sing happinesse to him. I will tell you a thing,
you shall let it dwell darkly with you.
When you haue spoken it 'tis dead, and I am
the graue of
Hee hath peruerted a young Gentlewoman
heere in Florence,
of a most chaste renown, & this night
his will in the spoyle of her honour: hee hath
his monumentall Ring, and thinkes himself
made in the
Now God delay our rebellion as we are our
things are we.
Meerely our owne traitours. And as in the
common course of
all treasons, we still see them reueale
till they attaine to their abhorr'd ends: so
that in this action contriues against his owne
lity in his proper streame,
Is it not meant damnable in vs, to be Trum
our vnlawfull intents? We shall not then haue
Not till after midnight: for hee is dieted to
That approaches apace: I would gladly haue
him see his
company anathomiz'd, that hee might take
a measure of his owne
iudgements, wherein so curiously
he had set this
We will not meddle with him till he come;
for his presence
must be the whip of the other.
In the meane time, what heare you of these
I heare there is an ouerture of peace.
Nay, I assure you a peace concluded.
What will Count
Rossillion do then? Will
trauaile higher, or returne againe into France?
I perceiue by this demand, you are not alto
of his councell.
Let it be forbid sir, so should I bee a great
deale of his
Sir, his wife some two months since fledde
house, her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint
; which holy vndertaking, with most
stere sanctimonie she accomplisht: and
the tendernesse of her Nature, became as a
prey to her
greefe: in fine, made a groane of her
last breath, & now
she sings in heauen.
How is this iustified?
The stronger part of it by her owne Letters,
makes her storie true, euen to the poynt of her
death: her death it selfe, which could not be her office
to say, is come: was faithfully confirm'd by the
of the place.
Hath the Count all this intelligence?
I, and the particular confirmations, point
from point, to
the full arming of the veritie.
I am heartily sorrie that hee'l bee gladde of
How mightily sometimes, we make vs com
forts of our
And how mightily some other times, wee
drowne our gaine in
teares, the great dignitie that his
valour hath here
acquir'd for him, shall at home be en
with a shame as ample.
The webbe of our life, is of a mingled yarne,
good and ill
together: our vertues would bee proud, if
our faults whipt
them not, and our crimes would dis
paire if they
were not cherish'd by our vertues.
Enter a Messenger.
How now? Where's your master?
He met the Duke in the street sir, of whom hee
taken a solemne leaue: his Lordshippe will next
for France. The Duke hath offered him Let
of commendations to the King.
They shall bee no more then needfull there,
if they were
more then they can commend.
They cannot be too sweete for the Kings tart
heere's his Lordship now. How now my Lord,
i'st not after midnight?
I haue to night dispatch'd sixteene businesses, a
moneths length a peece, by an abstract of
haue congied with the Duke, done my adieu with
neerest; buried a wife, mourn'd for her,
writ to my La
die mother, I am returning,
entertain'd my Conuoy, &
betweene these maine
parcels of dispatch, affected ma
needs: the last was the greatest, but that I haue
not ended yet.
If the businesse bee of any difficulty, and this
morning your departure hence, it requires hast of
I meane the businesse is not ended, as fearing
to heare of
it hereafter: but shall we haue this dialogue
Foole and the Soldiour. Come, bring
forth this counterfet
module, ha's deceiu'd mee, like a
Bring him forth, ha's sate i'th stockes all
poore gallant knaue.
No matter, his heeles haue deseru'd it, in
ping his spurres so long. How does he carry
I haue told your Lordship alreadie: The
carrie him. But to answer you as you would be
vnderstood, hee weepes like a wench that had shed
milke, he hath confest himselfe to Morgan, whom
supposes to be a Friar,
the time of his
to this very instant disaster of
his setting i'th stockes:
and what thinke you
he hath confest?
Nothing of me, ha's a?
His confession is taken, and it shall bee read
to his face,
if your Lordshippe be in't, as I beleeue you
you must haue the patience to heare it.
Enter Parolles with his
A plague vpon him, muffeld; he can say nothing
He calles for the tortures, what will you say
I will confesse what I know without constraint,
If ye pinch me like a Pasty, I can say no more.
You are a mercifull Generall: Our Generall
bids you answer
to what I shall aske you out of a Note.
And truly, as I hope to lieu.
First demand of him, how many horse the Duke
strong. What say you to that?
Fiue or sixe thousand, but very weake and vn
the troopes are all scattered, and the Com
verie poore rogues, vpon my reputation and
and as I hope to liue.
Shall I set downe your answer so?
Do, Ile take the Sacrament on't, how & which
you will: all's one to him.
What a past‑sauing slaue is this?
Y'are deceiu'd my Lord, this is Mounsieur
Parrolles the gallant militarist, that was his owne
that had the whole theoricke of warre in the knot
scarfe, and the practise in the chape of his
I will neuer trust a man againe, for keeping
sword cleane, nor beleeue he can haue euerie thing
by wearing his apparrell neatly.
Well, that's set downe.
Fiue or six thousand horse I sed, I will say true,
thereabouts set downe, for Ile speake truth.
He's very neere the truth in this.
But I con him no thankes for't in the nature he
Poore rogues, I pray you say.
Well, that's set downe.
I humbly thanke you sir, a truth's a truth, the
Rogues are maruailous poore.
Demaund of him of what strength they are a
say you to that?
By my troth sir, if I were to liue this present
will tell true. Let me see,
Spurio a hundred &
Sebastian so many,
Corambus so many,
Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowicke, and
Gratij, two hun
dred fiftie each: Mine owne
, two hundred fiftie each: so that the
file, rotten and sound, vppon my life amounts
not to fif
teene thousand pole, halfe of the
which, dare not shake
the snow from off their
Cassockes, least they shake them
What shall be done to him?
Nothing, but let him haue thankes. Demand
of him my
condition: and what credite I haue with the
Well that's set downe: you shall demaund of
whether one Captaine
i'th Campe, a
Frenchman: what his reputation is
with the Duke, what
his valour, honestie, and
expertnesse in warres: or whe
ther he thinkes it
were not possible with well‑weighing
summes of gold
to corrupt him to a reuolt. What say you
to this? What do
you know of it?
I beseech you let me answer to the particular of
intergatories. Demand them singly.
Do you know this Captaine
I know him, a was a Botchers Prentize in
from whence he was whipt for getting the
with childe, a dumbe innocent that could not
Nay, by your leaue hold your hands, though I
braines are forfeite to the next tile that fals.
Well, is this Captaine in the Duke of Florences
Vpon my knowledge he is, and lowsie.
Nay looke not so vpon me: we shall heare of
What is his reputation with the Duke?
The Duke knowes him for no other, but a poore
of mine, and writ to mee this other day, to turne
a'th band. I thinke I haue his Letter in my
Marry we'll search.
In good sadnesse I do not know, either it is there,
is vpon a file with the Dukes other Letters, in my
Heere 'tis, heere's a paper, shall I reade it to you?
I do not know if it be it or no.
Our Interpreter do's it well.
Dian, the Counts a foole, and full of gold.
That is not the Dukes letter sir: that is an
uertisement to a proper maide in Florence, one
take heede of the allurement of one Count
foolish idle boy: but for
all that very ruttish. I pray you
sir put it vp
Nay, Ile reade it first by your fauour.
My meaning in't I protest was very honest in
behalfe of the maid: for I knew the young Count to be
dangerous and lasciuious boy, who is a whale to
nity, and deuours vp all the fry it
Damnable both‑sides rogue.
Let. When he sweares oathes, bid him drop gold, and
After he scores, he neuer payes the score:
Halfe won is match well made, match and well make
He nere payes after‑debts, take it
And say a souldier (Dian) told thee this:
Men are to mell with, boyes are not to kis.
For count of this, the Counts a Foole I know
Who payes before, but not when he does owe it.
Thine as he vow'd to thee in
He shall be whipt through the Armie with this
This is your deuoted friend sir, the manifold
Linguist, and the army‑potent souldier.
I could endure any thing before but a Cat, and
he's a Cat to me.
I perceiue sir by your Generals lookes, wee shall
to hang you.
My life sir in any case: Not that I am afraide to
that my offences beeing many, I would repent
remainder of Nature. Let me liue sir in a dunge
i'th stockes, or any where, so I may
Wee'le see what may bee done, so you confesse
freely: therefore once more to this Captaine
you haue answer'd to
his reputation with the Duke, and
to his valour. What is
He will steale sir an Egge out of a Cloister: for
rapes and rauishments he paralels
Nessus. Hee professes
not keeping of oaths, in breaking em he is stronger
Hercules. He will lye sir, with such volubilitie,
would thinke truth were a foole: drunkennesse is
vertue, for he will be swine‑drunke,
and in his sleepe he
does little harme, saue to his
bed‑cloathes about him:
but they know his
conditions, and lay him in straw. I
haue but little
more to say sir of his honesty, he ha's
rie thing that an honest man should not
haue; what an
honest man should haue, he has
I begin to loue him for this.
For this description of thine honestie? A pox
him for me, he's more and more a Cat.
What say you to his expertnesse in warre?
Faith sir, ha's led the drumme before the Eng
Tragedians: to belye him I will not, and more of his
souldiership I know not, except in that Country, he had
the honour to be the Officer at a place there called
, to instruct
for the doubling of files. I would doe the
man what honour
I can, but of this I am not certaine.
He hath out‑villain'd villanie so farre, that the
raritie redeemes him.
A pox on him, he's a Cat still.
His qualities being at this poore price, I neede
aske you, if Gold will corrupt him to reuolt.
Sir, for a Cardceue he will sell the fee‑simple of
his saluation, the inheritance of it, and cut th'intaile from
all remainders, and a perpetuall succession
for it perpe
What's his Brother, the other Captain
Why do's he aske him of me?
E'ne a Crow a'th same nest: not altogether so
great as the first in goodnesse, but greater a great
euill. He excels his Brother for a coward, yet
is reputed one of the best that is. In a
retreate hee out
runnes any Lackey; marrie in
comming on, hee ha's the
If your life be saued, will you vndertake to betray
I, and the Captaine of his horse, Count
Ile whisper with the Generall, and knowe his
Ile no more drumming, a plague of all drummes,
seeme to deserue well, and to beguile the suppo
sition of that
lasciuious yong boy the Count, haue I run
danger: yet who would haue suspected an am
where I was taken?
There is no remedy sir, but you must dye: the
Generall sayes, you that haue so traitorously discouerd
the secrets of your army, and made such pestifferous
ports of men very nobly held, can serue the
no honest vse: therefore you must
dye. Come heades
man, off with his head.
O Lord sir let me liue, or let me see my death.
That shall you, and take your leaue of all your
So, looke about you, know you any heere?
Good morrow noble Captaine.
God blesse you Captaine
God saue you noble Captaine.
Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord
Lafew? I am for
Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of
the sonnet you
Diana in behalfe of the Count
Rossillion, and I were not a verie
Coward, I'de compel
it of you, but far you
You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe,
that has a
knot on't yet.
Who cannot be crush'd with a plot?
If you could finde out a Countrie where but
women were that
had receiued so much shame, you
might begin an impudent
Nation. Fare yee well sir, I
Yet am I thankfull: if my heart were great
'Twould burst at this: Captaine Ile be no more,
But I will eate, and drinke, and sleepe as soft
France too, we shall speake of you there.
As Captaine shall. Simply the thing I am
Shall make me liue: who knowes himselfe a braggart
Let him feare this; for it will come to passe,
That euery braggart shall be found an Asse.
Rust sword, coole blushes, and
Safest in shame: being fool'd, by fool'rie
There's place and meanes for euery man aliue.
Ile after them.