at my house:
thither they send one another. I'll question her.
God save you,
pilgrim! Whither are bound?
HELENA. To Saint Jaques le Grand.
Where do the palmers lodge, I do
beseech you?
WIDOW. At the Saint Francis here, beside the port.
HELENA. Is this the way?
[A march afar]
WIDOW. 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
As ample as myself.
HELENA. Is it yourself?
WIDOW. If you shall please so,
pilgrim.
HELENA. I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.
WIDOW. You came, I think, from France?
HELENA. I did so.
WIDOW. Here you shall see a
countryman of yours
That has done
worthy service.
HELENA. His name, I pray you.
DIANA. The Count Rousillon. Know you such a one?
HELENA. But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him;
His face I know not.
DIANA. What some'er he is,
He's
bravely taken here. He stole from France,
As 'tis reported, for the King had married him
Against his
liking. Think you it is so?
HELENA. Ay, surely, mere the truth; I know his lady.
DIANA. There is a gentleman that serves the Count
Reports but coarsely of her.
HELENA. What's his name?
DIANA. Monsieur Parolles.
HELENA. O, I believe with him,
In
argument of praise, or to the worth
Of the great Count himself, she is too mean
To have her name
repeated; all her deserving
Is a reserved
honesty, and that
I have not heard examin'd.
DIANA. Alas, poor lady!
'Tis a hard
bondage to become the wife
Of a detesting lord.
WIDOW. I sweet, good creature, wheresoe'er she is
Her heart weighs sadly. This young maid might do her
A
shrewd turn, if she pleas'd.
HELENA. How do you mean?
May be the amorous Count solicits her
In the unlawful purpose.
WIDOW. He does, indeed;
And brokes with all that can in such a suit
Corrupt the tender honour of a maid;
But she is arm'd for him, and keeps her guard
In honestest defence.
Enter, with drum and colours, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and the
whole ARMY
MARIANA. The gods
forbid else!
WIDOW. So, now they come.
That is Antonio, the Duke's
eldest son;
That, Escalus.
HELENA. Which is the Frenchman?
DIANA. He-
That with the plume; 'tis 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?
HELENA. I like him well.
DIANA. 'Tis pity he is not honest. Yond's that same knave
That leads him to these places; were I his lady
I would
poison that vile rascal.
HELENA. Which is he?
DIANA. That jack-an-apes with scarfs. Why is he melancholy?
HELENA. Perchance he's hurt i' th' battle.
PAROLLES. Lose our drum! well.
MARIANA. He's
shrewdly vex'd at something.
Look, he has spied us.
WIDOW. Marry, hang you!
MARIANA. And your
courtesy, for a ring-carrier!
Exeunt BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and ARMY
WIDOW. The troop is past. Come,
pilgrim, I will bring you
Where you shall host. Of enjoin'd penitents
There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound,
Already at my house.
HELENA. I
humbly thank you.
Please it this
matron and this gentle maid
To eat with us to-night; the
charge and thanking
Shall be for me, and, to requite you further,
I will
bestow some precepts of this virgin,
Worthy the note.
BOTH. We'll take your offer kindly. Exeunt
ACT3|SC6
ACT III. SCENE 6.
Camp before Florence
Enter BERTRAM, and the two FRENCH LORDS
SECOND LORD. Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his way.
FIRST LORD. If your
lordship find him not a hiding, hold me no more
in your respect.
SECOND LORD. On my life, my lord, a bubble.
BERTRAM. Do you think I am so far deceived in him?
SECOND LORD. Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge,
without any
malice, but to speak of him as my kinsman, he's a
most
notablecoward, 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
confidentlyundertake 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
divineforfeit 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
worthyexploit. 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
mortalpreparation; 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
ACT3|SC7
ACT III. SCENE 7.
Florence. The WIDOW'S house
Enter HELENA and WIDOW
HELENA. If you misdoubt me that I am not she,
I know not how I shall assure you further
But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.
WIDOW. Though my
estate be fall'n, I was well born,