Act III, Scene vi:
Camp before Florence.

[Enter BERTRAM, and the two French Lords.]

FIRST LORD:

Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his way.

SECOND LORD:

If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no more in your

respect.

FIRST LORD:

On my life, my lord, a bubble.

BERTRAM:

Do you think I am so far deceived in him?

FIRST 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 endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker,

the owner of no one good quality worthy your lordship's

entertainment.

SECOND 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.

SECOND LORD:

None better than to let him fetch off his drum, which you hear

him so confidently undertake to do.

FIRST 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.

SECOND 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.

FIRST LORD:

O, for the love of laughter, hinder not the honour of his design:

let him fetch off his drum in any hand.

[Enter PAROLLES.]

BERTRAM:

How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your disposition.

SECOND 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.

SECOND 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.

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 your 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 thou art valiant; and, to the possibility of thy

soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.

PAROLLES:

I love not many words.

[Exit.]

FIRST 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.

SECOND 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?

FIRST 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.

SECOND 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.

FIRST LORD:

I must go look my twigs; he shall be caught.

BERTRAM:

Your brother, he shall go along with me.

FIRST 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.

SECOND 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;

And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature;

Will you go see her?

SECOND LORD:

With all my heart, my lord.

[Exeunt.]