_Wid._ Here you shall see a countryman of yours That has done worthy service. _Hel._ His name, I pray you. 45 _Dia._ The Count Rousillon: know you such a one? _Hel._ But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him: His face I know not. _Dia._ Whatsome'er he is, He's bravely taken here. He stole from France, As 'tis reported, for the king had married him 50 Against his liking: think you it is so? _Hel._ Ay, surely, mere the truth: I know his lady. _Dia._ There is a gentleman that serves the count Reports but coarsely of her. _Hel._ What's his name? _Dia._ Monsieur Parolles. _Hel._ O, I believe with him, 55 In argument of praise, or to the worth Of the great count himself, she is too mean To have her name repeated: all her deserving Is a reserved honesty, and that I have not heard examined. _Dia._ Alas, poor lady! 60 'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife Of a detesting lord. _Wid._ I write good creature, wheresoe'er she is, Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her A shrewd turn, if she pleased. _Hel._ How do you mean? 65 May be the amorous count solicits her In the unlawful purpose. _Wid._ He does indeed; And brokes with all that can in such a suit Corrupt the tender honour of a maid: But she is arm'd for him, and keeps her guard 70 In honestest defence. _Mar._ The gods forbid else! _Wid._ So, now they come: _Drum and Colours._ _Enter_ BERTRAM, PAROLLES, _and the whole army._ That is Antonio, the Duke's eldest son; That, Escalus. _Hel._ Which is the Frenchman? _Dia._ He; That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow. 75 I would he loved his wife: if he were honester He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman? _Hel._ I like him well. _Dia._ 'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave That leads him to these places: were I his lady, 80 I would poison that vile rascal. _Hel._ Which is he? _Dia._ That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy? _Hel._ Perchance he's hurt i' the battle. _Par._ Lose our drum! well. _Mat._ He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us. 85 _Wid._ Marry, hang you! _Mar._ And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier! [_Exeunt Bertram, Parolles, and army._