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His taken labours bid him me forgive ;
I, his despightful Yuno, sent him forth
Where death and danger dog the heels of worth.
Whom I myself embrace, to set bim free.
Stew. Pardon, Madam,
Count. What angel tall
SCENE changes to a publick place in Florenti.
A Tucket afar off Enter 4x old widow of Florence, Diana, Violenta, and
Mariana, with aber citizens. Wid. A Y, come. For if they do approach the
city, we shall lose all the fight. Dia. They say, the French Count has done most honourable service.
Wid. It is reported, that he has ta'en their greateft commander; and that with his own hand he flew the Duke's brother. We have lost our labour, they are gone a contrary way: hark, you may know by their trumpets.
Mar. Come, let's return again, and fuffice 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.
Hid. I have told my neighbour, how you have been follicited by a gentleman his companion.
Mar. I know that knave, (hang him!) one Parolles ; a filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the young Earl ; beware of them, Diana ; (28) their promises,
(28) Tbeir promises, erticements, oarbs, lokens, and all tbefe engines of lift, are not the things they go onder ;), i.e. They are not in reaiity fo true and fincere, as in appearance they seem to be. This will be best explain'd by another passage in Hamlet, where Polonius is counselling his daughter.
I do koow, When the blood burns, how procigal the soul Lends the congue vows. These blazes, oh, my daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both Ev'n in their promis: as it is a making, You must not take for fire.
-In few, Opbelio, Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers Not of that dye which their invefments fhew, But mere implorers of unholy suits, Breathing, like sanctified and holy bawds, The better to beguilen
enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of luft, are not the things they go under; many a maid hath been seduced by them, and the misery is, example, that fo terribly shews in the wreck 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, tho' there were no further danger known, but the modesty which is so loft. Dia. You shall not need to fear me.
Enter Helena, disguis'd like a Pilgrim ; Wid. I hope fo.Look, here comes a Pilgrim; I know, he will lie at my house; thither they fend one: another ; I'll question her: God save you, pilgrim! whither are you bound ?
Hel. To St. Jacques le Grand. Where do the Palmers' lodge, I do beleech you?
Wid. At the St. Francis, beside the port.
[ A march afar off Wid. Ay, marry, is't. Hark you, they come this way. If you will tarry, holy Pilgrim, but 'till the troops come hy, I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd; The rather, for, I think, I know your hostess As ample as my self.
Hel. Is it yourself?
Wid. Here you mall see a countryman of yours,
Hel. His name, I pray you ?
Hel. But by the ear, that hears moft nobly of him ;
Dia. Whatsoe'er he is,
As 'tis reported; for the King had married him
Dia. There is a Gentleman, that serves the Count, Reports but coarsely of her.
Hel. What's his name?
Hel. Oh, I believe with him,
Dia. Alas, poor Lady!
Wid. Ah! right; good creature! wherefoe'er the is, Her heart weighs fadly; this young maid might do hsz A shrewd turn, if the pleas'd.
Hel. How do you mean?
Wid. He does, indeed;
ard Soldiers attending. Mar. The gods forbid elfe !
Wid. So, now they come:
Hel. Which is the Frenchman ?
Dia. He, That with the plume ; ?tis a most gallant fellow; I would, he lov'd his wife ! if he were honefter, He were much goodlier. Is't not a handsome gentleman?
él. I like him well.
Dia. "Tis pity, he is not honeft ; yond's that same'
Hel. Which is he?
Dia. That jack-an-apes with scarfs. Why is he me. lancholy?
Hel. Perchance, he's hurt i'th' battle.
Mar. He's fhrewdly vex'd at something. Look, he has spied us.
Wid. Marry, hang you! [Exeunt Ber. Par. &c.
come, Pilgrim, I will bring your
Hel. 'I humbly thank you:
Enter Bertram, and the two French Lords.
2 Lord. If your Lordship find him not a hilding, hold: me no more in your respect.
i Lord. On my life, my Lord, a bubble.
-Yond's ebat fame fillow;
Tbat leads bim to these paces:
have his way: