| ACT III SCENE VI | 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 hilding, hold me no | |
| | more in your respect. | 5 |
| 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 notable coward, an infinite and | 10 |
| | 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 | 15 |
| | 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 | 20 |
| | 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 | 25 |
| | 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 | 30 |
| | trust my judgment in any thing. | |
| 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 | 35 |
| | melted, if you give him not John Drum's | |
| | entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed. | |
| | Here he comes. | |
| | Enter PAROLLES | |
| Second Lord | Aside to BERTRAM | |
| | hinder not the honour of his design: let him fetch | |
| | off his drum in any hand. | 40 |
| 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 | 45 |
| | horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers! | |
| First Lord | That was not to be blamed 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. | 50 |
| 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. | 55 |
| 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 | 60 |
| | 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. | 65 |
| | and extend to you what further becomes his | |
| | greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your | |
| | worthiness. | |
| PAROLLES | By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it. | |
| BERTRAM | But you must not now slumber in it. | 70 |
| 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? | 75 |
| PAROLLES | I know not what the success will be, my lord; but | |
| | the attempt I vow. | |
| BERTRAM | I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of | |
| | thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell. | |
| PAROLLES | I love not many words. | 80 |
| | 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 | |
| | damned than to do't? | 85 |
| 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 | 90 |
| | 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 embossed him; you shall see his fall | |
| | to-night; for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect. | 95 |
| First Lord | We'll make you some sport with the fox ere we case | |
| | him. He was first smoked 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. | 100 |
| 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. | 105 |
| 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' the wind, | |
| | Tokens and letters which she did re-send; | 110 |
| | 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 | |