SCENE IV.
Enter Bertram.
1 Lord.
They cannot be too sweet for the King's tartness:
here's his lordship now. How now, my lord, is't not after
midnight?
Ber.
I have to-night dispatch'd sixteen businesses, a month's
length a-piece, by an abstract of success; I have congied with
the Duke, done my adieu with his nearest; buried a wife,
mourn'd for her; writ to my lady mother, I am returning;
entertain'd my convoy; and between these main parcels of dispatch,
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effected many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but
that I have not ended yet.
2 Lord.
If the business be of any difficulty, and this morning
your departure hence, it requires haste of your lordship.
Ber.
I mean the business is not ended, as fearing to hear of
it hereafter. But shall we have this dialogue between the fool
and the soldier? come, bring forth this counterfeit module;
h'as deceiv'd me, like a double-meaning prophesier.
2 Lord.
Bring him forth; h'as sate in the stocks all night,
poor gallant knave.
Ber.
No matter, his heels have deserv'd it in usurping his
spurs so long. How does he carry himself?
1 Lord.
I have told your lordship already: the stocks carry
him. But to answer you as you would be understood, he weeps
like a wench that had shed her milk, he hath confest himself
to Morgan, whom he supposes to be a friar, from the time of
his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his setting i'th'
stocks; and what think you he hath confest?
Ber.
Nothing of me, has he?
2 Lord.
His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his
face; if your lordship be in't, as I believe you are, you must
have the patience to hear it.
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].