SCENE X.
Enter Parolles.
1 Lord.
O, for the love of laughter, hinder not the honour
of his design, let him fetch off his drum in any hand.
Ber.
How now Monsieur? this drum sticks sorely in your
disposition.
2 Lord.
A pox on't, let it go, 'tis but a drum.
Par.
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.
2 Lord.
That was not to be blamed in the command of the
service; it was a disaster of war that Cæsar himself could not
have prevented, if he had been there to command.
Ber.
Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some
dishonour we had in the loss of that drum, but it is not to be
recover'd.
Par.
It might have been recover'd.
Ber.
It might, but it is not now.
Par.
It is to be recover'd; 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.
Ber.
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 enterprize
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.
Par.
By the hand of a soldier I will undertake it.
Ber.
But you must not now slumber in it.
Par.
I'll about it this evening, and I will presently pen down
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my dilemmas, encourage my self in my certainty, put my self
into my mortal preparation; and by midnight look to hear
further from me.
Ber.
May I be bold to acquaint his Grace you are gone about
it?
Par.
I know not what the success will be, my Lord; but
the attempt I vow.
Ber.
I know th'art valiant, and to the possibility of thy soldiership,
will subscribe for thee; farewel.
Par.
I love not many words.
[Exit.
George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].