Nothing in France, until he has no wife! Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France, Of the none-sparing war? and is it I That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou Fly with false aim; move the still-peering" air, I met the ravin lion when he roar'd With sharp constraint of hunger; better 't were, Were mine at once: No, come thou home, Rousillon, As oft it loses all; I will be gone: My being here it is that holds thee hence: That pitiful rumour may report my flight, To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day! For, with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away. [Erit. SCENE III.-Florence. Before the Duke's Palace. Flourish. Enter the DUKE OF FLORENCE, BERTRAM, Lords, Officers, Soldiers, and others. DUKE. The general of our horse thou art; and we, Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence BER. Sir, it is A charge too heavy for my strength: but yet To the extreme edge of hazard. Still-peering. This is the reading of the original. It is usually printed still-piercing, which has no meaning. Malone adopts still-piecing—the air that closes immediately. The sense of the original reading-still-peering-appearing still-seems quite as good. SCENE IV.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace. Enter COUNTESS and Steward. COUNT. Alas! and would you take the letter of her? STEW. I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone: I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth From courtly friends, with camping foes to live, COUNT. Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!— As letting her pass so; had I spoke with her, I could have well diverted her intents, Which thus she hath prevented. [Exeunt. Let every word weigh heavy of her worth, Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak. SCENE V.-Without the Walls of Florence. [Exeunt. a A tucket afar off. Enter an old Widow of Florence, DIANA, VIOLENTA. MARIANA, and other Citizens. WID. Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we shall lose all the sight. DIA. They say the French count has done most honourable service. WID. It is reported that he has taken their greatest commander; and that with his own hand he slew the duke's brother. We have lost our labour: they have gone a contrary way: hark! you may know by their trumpets. MAR. Come, let 's return again, and suffice ourselves with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty. WID. I have told my neighbour how you have been solicited by a gentleman his companion. MAR. I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a filthy officer he is in those suggestions b for the young earl.-Beware of them, Diana; their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that so terrible shows in the wrack of maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten them. I hope I need not to advise you further; but, I hope your own grace will keep you where you are, though there were no further danger known, but the modesty which is so lost. DIA. You shall not need to fear me. Enter HELENA, in the dress of a pilgrim. WID. I hope so.-Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at my house thither they send one another: I'll question her. God save you, pilgrim! Whither are you bound? WID. Ay, marry is 't.-Hark you, they come this way : If you will tarry, holy pilgrim, but till the troops come by, I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd; The rather, for I think I know your hostess WID. Here you shall see a countryman of yours, That has done worthy service. His name, I DIA. Whatsoe'er he is, b Her heart weighs sadly this young maid might do her A shrewd turn, if she pleas'd. For because. [A march afar off. Ay, right. The original reads, I write; which Malone adopts. But ay is so invariably printed I, that we doubt the propriety of retaining this forced expression, when the simple assent of the Widow to Diana's reflection is so obvious. Enter, with drum and colours, a party of the Florentine army, BERTRAM, and That with the plume: 't is a most gallant fellow; I would he lov'd his wife: if he were honester He were much goodlier:-Is 't not a handsome gentleman? DIA. "T is pity he is not honest: Yond's that same knave, I would poison that vile rascal. DIA. That jack-an-apes with scarfs: Why is he melancholy? PAR. Lose our drum! well. MAR. He's shrewdly vexed at something: Look, he has spied us. MAR. And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier! [Exeunt BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Officers, and Soldiers. WID. The troop is pass'd: Come, pilgrim, I will bring you Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound, HEL. I humbly thank you : Вотн. We'll take your offer kindly. [Exeunt. |