Act 3 - Scene 6
Camp before Florence.
Enter BERTRAM and the two French Lords
Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his
If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no
more in your respect.
On my life, my lord, a bubble.
Do you think I am so far deceived in him?
Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge,
without any malice, but to speak of him as my
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
It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in
his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some
trusty business in a main danger fail you.
I would I knew in what particular action to try him.
None better than to let him fetch off his drum,
which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.
I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly
surprise him; such I will have, whom I am sure he
from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink
him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he
into the leaguer of the adversaries, when
we bring him to our own tents. Be but your lordship
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 any thing.
O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum;
he says he has a stratagem for't: when your
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.
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