MARIANA The gods forbid else!
Widow So, now they come:
[Drum and Colours]
[Enter BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and the whole army]
That is Antonio, the duke's eldest son;
That, Escalus.
HELENA Which is the Frenchman?
DIANA He;
That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow.
I would he loved his wife: if he were honester
He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?
HELENA I like him well.
DIANA 'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave
That leads him to these places: were I his lady,
I would Poison that vile rascal.
HELENA Which is he?
DIANA That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?
HELENA Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.
PAROLLES Lose our drum! well.
MARIANA He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us.
Widow Marry, hang you!
MARIANA And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!
[Exeunt BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and army]
Widow The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will bring you
Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents
There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound,
Already at my house.
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