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returning, entertained my convoy, and between these main parcels of
dispatch effected many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but that I have
not ended yet.

SECOND LORD
If the business be of any difficulty, and this [90] morning your departure
hence, it requires haste of your lordship.

BERTRAM
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
[95] this counterfeit module has deceived me like a doublemeaning
prophesier.

SECOND LORD

Bring him forth.
Exeunt the Soldiers.
Has sat i’th’stocks all night, poor gallant knave.

BERTRAM
No matter. His heels have deserved it in [100] usurping his spurs so long.
How does he carry himself?

SECOND 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 confessed himself to Morgan, whom he [105] 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 confessed?

BERTRAM

Nothing of me, has ’a?

SECOND LORD
His confession is taken, and it shall be [110] read to his face; if your lordship
be in’t, as I believe you are, you must have the patience to hear it.