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most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly |
promise-breaker, the owner of no one good quality worthy your |
lordship's entertainment. |
FIRST LORD. It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in his |
virtue, which he hath not, he might at some great and trusty |
business in a main danger fail you. |
BERTRAM. I would I knew in what particular action to try him. |
FIRST LORD. None better than to let him fetch off his drum, which |
you hear him so confidently undertake to do. |
SECOND LORD. I with a troop of Florentines will suddenly surprise |
him; such I will have whom I am sure he knows not from the enemy. |
We will bind and hoodwink him so that he shall suppose no other |
but that he is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries when |
we bring him to our own tents. Be but your lordship present at |
his examination; if he do not, for the promise of his life and in |
the highest compulsion of base fear, offer to betray you and |
deliver all the intelligence in his power against you, and that |
with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never trust my |
judgment in anything. |
FIRST LORD. O, 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 his success in't, and to what metal this counterfeit lump of |
ore will be melted, if you give him not John Drum's |
entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed. Here he comes. |
Enter PAROLLES |
SECOND LORD. O, for the love of laughter, hinder not the honour of |
his design; let him fetch off his drum in any hand. |
BERTRAM. How now, monsieur! This drum sticks sorely in your |
disposition. |
FIRST LORD. A pox on 't; let it go; 'tis but a drum. |
PAROLLES. But a drum! Is't but a drum? A drum so lost! There was |
excellent command: to charge in with our horse upon our own |
wings, and to rend our own soldiers! |
FIRST LORD. That was not to be blam'd in the command of the |
service; it was a disaster of war that Caesar himself could not |
have prevented, if he had been there to command. |
BERTRAM. Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success. |
Some dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is not to |
be recovered. |
PAROLLES. It might have been recovered. |
BERTRAM. It might, but it is not now. |
PAROLLES. It is to be recovered. But that the merit of service is |
seldom attributed to the true and exact performer, I would have |
that drum or another, or 'hic jacet.' |
BERTRAM. Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur. If you think |
your mystery in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour |
again into his native quarter, be magnanimous in the enterprise, |
and go on; I will grace the attempt for a worthy exploit. If you |
speed well in it, the Duke shall both speak of it and extend to |
you what further becomes his greatness, even to the utmost |
syllable of our worthiness. |
PAROLLES. By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it. |
BERTRAM. But you must not now slumber in it. |
PAROLLES. I'll about it this evening; and I will presently pen |
down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my certainty, put myself |
into my mortal preparation; and by midnight look to hear further |
from me. |
BERTRAM. May I be bold to acquaint his Grace you are gone about it? |
PAROLLES. I know not what the success will be, my lord, but the |
attempt I vow. |
BERTRAM. I know th' art valiant; and, to the of thy soldiership, |
will subscribe for thee. Farewell. |
PAROLLES. I love not many words. Exit |
SECOND LORD. No more than a fish loves water. Is not this a strange |
fellow, my lord, that so confidently seems to undertake this |
business, which he knows is not to be done; damns himself to do, |
and dares better be damn'd than to do 't. |
FIRST LORD. You do not know him, my lord, as we do. Certain it is |
that he will steal himself into a man's favour, and for a week |
escape a great deal of discoveries; but when you find him out, |
you have him ever after. |
BERTRAM. Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of this that |
so seriously he does address himself unto? |
SECOND LORD. None in the world; but return with an invention, and |
clap upon you two or three probable lies. But we have almost |
emboss'd him. You shall see his fall to-night; for indeed he is |
not for your lordship's respect. |
FIRST LORD. We'll make you some sport with the fox ere we case him. |
He was first smok'd by the old Lord Lafeu. When his disguise and |
he is parted, tell me what a sprat you shall find him; which you |
shall see this very night. |
SECOND LORD. I must go look my twigs; he shall be caught. |
BERTRAM. Your brother, he shall go along with me. |
SECOND LORD. As't please your lordship. I'll leave you. Exit |
BERTRAM. Now will I lead you to the house, and show you |
The lass I spoke of. |
FIRST LORD. But you say she's honest. |
BERTRAM. That's all the fault. I spoke with her but once, |
And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her, |
By this same coxcomb that we have i' th' wind, |
Tokens and letters which she did re-send; |
And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature; |
Will you go see her? |
FIRST LORD. With all my heart, my lord. Exeunt |
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