_Ber._ I have to-night dispatched 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, mourned for her; writ to my lady mother I am returning; entertained my convoy; and between these 85 main parcels of dispatch effected many nicer needs: the last was the greatest, but that I have not ended yet. _Sec. Lord._ If the business be of any difficulty, and this morning your departure hence, it requires haste of your lordship. 90 _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, has deceived me, like a double-meaning prophesier. 95 _Sec. Lord._ Bring him forth: he has sat i' the stocks all night, poor gallant knave. _Ber._ No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurping his spurs so long. How does he carry himself? _Sec. Lord._ I have told your lordship already, the stocks 100 carry him. But to answer you as you would be understood; he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he hath confessed 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' the stocks: and what think 105 you he hath confessed? _Ber._ Nothing of me, has a'? _Sec. 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. 110 _Enter_ PAROLLES _guarded, and_ First Soldier. _Ber._ A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of me: hush, hush! _First Lord._ Hoodman comes! Portotartarosa. _First Sold._ He calls for the tortures: what will you say without 'em? 115 _Par._ I will confess what I know without constraint: if ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more. _First Sold._ Bosko chimurcho. _First Lord._ Boblibindo chicurmurco. _First Sold._ You are a merciful general. Our general 120 bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note. _Par._ And truly, as I hope to live. _First Sold._ [_reads_] First demand of him how many horse the Duke is strong. What say you to that? _Par._ Five or six thousand; but very weak and unserviceable: 125 the troops are all scattered, and the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit and as I hope to live. _First Sold._ Shall I set down your answer so? _Par._ Do: I'll take the sacrament on 't, how and which 130 way you will.