1    Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we
2    shall lose all the sight.

3    They say the French count has done most honourable service.

4    It is reported that he has taken their greatest
5    commander; and that with his own hand he slew the
6    duke's brother.
Tucket
7    We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary
8    way: hark! you may know by their trumpets.

9    Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with
10   the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this
11   French earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and
12   no legacy is so rich as honesty.

13   I have told my neighbour how you have been solicited
14   by a gentleman his companion.

15   I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a
16   filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the
17   young earl. Beware of them, Diana; their promises,
18   enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of
19   lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid
20   hath been seduced by them; and the misery is,
21   example, that so terrible shows in the wreck of
22   maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession,
23   but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten
24   them. I hope I need not to advise you further; but
25   I hope your own grace will keep you where you are,
26   though there were no further danger known but the
27   modesty which is so lost.

28   You shall not need to fear me.

29   I hope so.
Enter HELENA, disguised like a Pilgrim
30   Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at
31   my house; thither they send one another: I'll
32   question her. God save you, pilgrim! whither are you bound?

33   To Saint Jaques le Grand.
34   Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?

35   At the Saint Francis here beside the port.

36   Is this the way?

37   Ay, marry, is't.
A march afar
38   Hark you! they come this way.
39   If you will tarry, holy pilgrim,
40   But till the troops come by,
41   I will conduct you where you shall be lodged;
42   The rather, for I think I know your hostess
43   As ample as myself.

44   Is it yourself?

45   If you shall please so, pilgrim.

46   I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.

47   You came, I think, from France?

48   I did so.

49   Here you shall see a countryman of yours
50   That has done worthy service.

51   His name, I pray you.

52   The Count Rousillon: know you such a one?

53   But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him:
54   His face I know not.

55   Whatsome'er he is,
56   He's bravely taken here. He stole from France,
57   As 'tis reported, for the king had married him
58   Against his liking: think you it is so?

59   Ay, surely, mere the truth: I know his lady.

60   There is a gentleman that serves the count
61   Reports but coarsely of her.

62   What's his name?

63   Monsieur Parolles.

64   O, I believe with him,
65   In argument of praise, or to the worth
66   Of the great count himself, she is too mean
67   To have her name repeated: all her deserving
68   Is a reserved honesty, and that
69   I have not heard examined.

70   Alas, poor lady!
71   'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
72   Of a detesting lord.

73   I warrant, good creature, wheresoe'er she is,
74   Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her
75   A shrewd turn, if she pleased.

76   How do you mean?
77   May be the amorous count solicits her
78   In the unlawful purpose.

79   He does indeed;
80   And brokes with all that can in such a suit
81   Corrupt the tender honour of a maid:
82   But she is arm'd for him and keeps her guard
83   In honestest defence.

84   The gods forbid else!

85   So, now they come:
Drum and Colours
Enter BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and the whole army
86   That is Antonio, the duke's eldest son;
87   That, Escalus.

88   Which is the Frenchman?

89   He;
90   That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow.
91   I would he loved his wife: if he were honester
92   He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?

93   I like him well.

94   'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave
95   That leads him to these places: were I his lady,
96   I would Poison that vile rascal.

97   Which is he?

98   That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?

99   Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.

100  Lose our drum! well.

101  He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us.

102  Marry, hang you!

103  And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!

104  The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will bring you
105  Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents
106  There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound,
107  Already at my house.

108  I humbly thank you:
109  Please it this matron and this gentle maid
110  To eat with us to-night, the charge and thanking
111  Shall be for me; and, to requite you further,
112  I will bestow some precepts of this virgin
113  Worthy the note.

114  We'll take your offer kindly.