composition offered and the Fort entrred there 's no interruption the Duke will be at home to morrow gentle Animal what d' ee resolue Fior. To stirre vp Tragedies as blacke as braue And sending the Lecher panting to his graue Exeunt Enter Biancha her haire about her eares in her night mantle she drawes a Curtaine where Fernando is discouered in bed sleeping she sets downe the Candle before the Bed and goes to the Bed side Bian. Resolue and doe 't is done What are those eyes Which lately were so ouerdrown'd in teares So easie to take rest Oh happy man How sweetly sleepe hath seal'd vp sorrowes here But I will call him What My Lord my Lord My Lord Fernando Fer. Who cals me Bian. My Lord Sleeping or waking Fer. Ha! who is 't Bian. 'T is I Haue you forgot my voyce or is your eare But vsefull to your eye Fer. Madam the Dutchesse Bian. Shee 't is she sit vp Sit vp and wonder whiles my sorrowes swell The nights are short and I haue much to say Fer. Is 't possible 't is you Bian. 'T is possible Why doe you thinke I come Fer. Why to crowne ioyes And make me master of my best desires Bian. 'T is true you guesse aright sit vp and listen With shame and passion now I must confesse Since first mine eyes beheld you in my heart You haue beene onely King if there can be A violence in loue then I haue felt That tyranny be record to my soule The Iustice which I for this folly feare Fernando in short words how e're my tongue Did often chide thy loue each word thou spak'st Was musicke to my eare was neuer poore Poore wretched woman liu'd that lou'd like me So truly so vnfainedly Fer. Oh Madam Bian. To witnesse that I speake is truth looke here Thus singly I aduenture to thy bed And doe confesse my weaknesse if thou tempt'st My bosome to thy pleasures I will yeeld Fer. Perpetuall happinesse Bian. Now heare me out When first Caraffa Pauy's Duke my Lord Saw me he lou'd me and without respect Of dower tooke me to his bed and bosome Aduanc'd me to the titles I possesse Not mou'd by Counsell or remou'd by greatnesse Which to requite betwixt my soule and heauen I vow'd a vow to liue a constant wife I haue done so nor was there in the world A man created could haue broke that truth For all the glories of the earth but thou But thou Fernando Doe I loue thee now Fer. Beyond imagination Bian. True I doe Beyond imagination if no pledge Of loue can instance what I speake is true But losse of my best ioyes here here Fernando Be satisfied and ruine me Fer. What d' ee meane Bian. To giue my body vp to thy embraces A pleasure that I neuer wish'd to thriue in Before this fatall minute marke me now If thou dost spoyle me of this robe of shame By my best comforts here I vow agen To thee to heauen to the world to time E're yet the morning shall new christen day I 'le kill my selfe Fer. How madam how Bian. I will Doe what thou wilt 't is in thy choyce what say yee Fer. Pish doe you come to try me tell me first Will you but grant a kisse Bian. Yes take it that Or what thy heart can wish I am all thine Kisses her Fer. Oh me Come come how many women pray Were euer heard or read of granted loue And did as you protest you will Bian. Fernando Iest not at my calamity I kneele She kneels By these disheauel'd hayres these wretched teares By all that 's good if what I speake my heart Vowes not eternally then thinke my Lord Was neuer man su'd to me I deny'd Thinke me a common and most cunning whore And let my sinnes be written on my graue My name rest in reproofe Doe as you list Fer. I must beleeue ye yet I hope anon When you are parted from me you will say I was a good cold easie-spirited man Nay laugh at my simplicity say will ye Bian. No by the faith I owe my Bridall vowes But euer hold thee much much dearer farre Then all my ioyes on earth by this chast kisse Fer. You haue preuail'd and heauen forbid that I Should by a want on appetite prophane This sacred Temple 't is enough for me You 'll please to call me seruant Bian. Nay be thine Command my power my bosome and I 'le write This loue within the tables of my heart Fer. Enough I 'le master passion and triumph In being conquer'd adding to it this In you my loue as it begun shall end Bian. The latter I new vow but day comes on What now we leaue vnfinish'd of content Each houre shall perfect vp Sweet let 's part Fer. This kisse best life good rest Kisse Bian All mine to thee Remember this and thinke I speake thy words When I am dead rip vp my heart and read With constant eyes what now my tongue defines Fernando's name caru'd out in bloody lines Once more good rest Sweet Fer. Your most faithfull seruant Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter Nibrassa chasing after him Iulia weeping Nib. GEt from me strumpet in famous whore leprosie of my blood make thy moane to Ballad singers and Rimers they 'll Iigge out thy wretchednesse and abominations to new tunes as for me I renounce thee th' art no daughter of mine I disclayme the legitimation of thy birth and Curse the houre of thy Natiuity Iul. Pray Sir vouchsafe me hearing Nib. With child I shame to my graue Oh whoore wretched beyond vtterance or reformation What would'st say Iul. Sir by the honor of my mothers hearse He has protested marriage pledg'd his faith If vowes haue any force I am his wife Nib. His faith Why thou foole thou wickedly credulous foole Canst thou imagine Luxury is obseruant of Religion No no it is with a frequent Lecher as vsuall to for sweare as to sweare their piety is in making idolatry a worship their harts and their tongues are as different as thou thou whorel and a Virgin Iul. You are too violent his truth will proue His constancy and so excuse my fault Nibr. Shamelesse woman this beleefe will damne thee how will thy Lady Marquesse iustly reproue me for preferring to her seruice a monster of so lewd and impudent a life Looke too 't if thy smooth diuell leaue thee to thy infamy I will neuer pitty thy mortall pangs neuer lodge thee vnder my roofe neuer owne thee for my childe mercy bee my witnesse Enter Petruchio leading Colona Petr. Hide not thy folly by vnwise excuse Thou art vndone Colona no entreaties No warning no perswasion could put off The habit of thy dotage on that man Of much deceit Ferentes would thine eyes Had seene me in my graue e're I had knowne The staine of this thine honour Col. Good my Lord Reclaime your incredulitie my fault Proceeds from lawfull composition Of Wedlocke he hath seal'd his oath to mine To be my husband Nibr. Husband
language argues More matter then your subtilty shall hide Tell me what is 't by Honors selfe I 'le know R. D. What would you know my Lord I confesse I owe my life and seruice to you as to my Prince the one you haue the other you may take from me at your pleasure should I deuise matter to feed your distrust or suggest likelihoods without appearance what would you haue me say I know nothing Duke Thou ly'st dissembler on thy brow I read Distracted horrors figur'd in thy lookes On thy alleageance D'auolos as e're Thou hop'st to liue in grace with vs vnfold What by thy party halting of thy speech Thy knowledge can discouer By the faith We beare to sacred Iustice we protest Be it or good or euill thy reward Shall be our speciall thanks and loue vn-term'd Speake on thy duty we thy Prince command R. D. Oh my disaster my Lord I am so charm'd by those powerfull repetitions of loue and duty that I cannot conceale what I know of your dishonor Duke Dishonor then my soule is cleft with feare I halfe presage my misery say on Speake it at once for I am great with griefe R. D. I trust your Highnesse will pardon mee yet I will not deliuer a sillable which shall be lesse innocent then truth it selfe Duke By all our wish of ioyes we pardon thee R. D. Get from me cowardly seruility my seruice is noble and my loyalty an Armour of brasse in short my Lord and plaine discouery you are a Cuckold Duke Keepe in the word a Cuckold R. D. Fernando is your Riuall has stolne your Dutchesse heart murther'd friendship hornes your head and laughes at your hornes Duke My heart is split R. D. Take courage be a Prince in resolution I knew it would nettle you in the fire of your composition and was loath to haue giuen the first report of this more then ridiculous blemish to all patience or moderation But oh my Lord what would not a subiect doe to approue his loyalty to his Soueraigne yet good Sir take it as quietly as you can I must needs say 't is a soule fault but what man is hee under the Sun that is free from the Careere of his destiny may be she will in time reclaime the errors of her youth or 't were a great happinesse in you if you could not beleeue it that 's the surest way my Lord in my poore counsell Duke The ycie current of my frozen blood Is kindled vp in Agonies as hot As flames of burning sulphure oh my sate A Cuckold had my Duke domes whole inheritance Beene rent mine honors leueld in the dust So she that wicked woman might haue slept Chast in my bosome 't had beene all a sport And he that Villaine viper to my heart That he should be the man That he should be the man death aboue vtterance Take heed you proue this true R. D. My Lord Duke If not I 'le teare thee ioynt by ioynt Pew me thinks It should not be Biancha why I tooke her From lower then a bondage hell of hels See that you make it good R. D. As for that would it were as good as I would make it I can if you will temper your distractions but bring you where you shall see it no more Duke See it R. D. I see it if that be proofe sufficient I for my part will slacke no seruice that may testifie my simplicitie Enter Fernando Duke Enough what newes Fernando Fer. Sir the Abbot is now vpon arriuall all your seruants Attend your presence Duke We will giue him welcome As shall befit our loue and his respect Come mine owne best Fernando my deere friend Exeunt R. D. Excellent now for a horned Moone Sound of Musicke But I heare the preparation for the entertainement of this great Abbot let him come and goe that matters nothing to this whiles hee rides abroad in hope to purchase a purple hat our Duke shall as earnestly heat the pericranion of his noddle with a yellow hood at home I heare 'em comming Loud Musicke Enter 3. or 4. with Torches after the Duke Fernando Biancha Fiormonda Petruchio Nibrassa at one doore Enter at another doore two Fryars Abbot and attendants The Duke and Abbot meet and salute Biancha and the rest salute and are saluted they ranke themselues and goe out the Quire singing D'auolos onely stayes R. D. On to your vittailes some of yee I know seed vpon wormewood Exit Enter Petruchio and Nibrassa with napkins as from supper Petr. The Duke 's on rising are you ready ho Within All ready Nib. Then Petruchio arme thy selfe with courage and resolution and doe not shrinke from being stayed on thy owne vertue Petr. I am resolu'd fresh lights I heare 'em comming Enter some with lights the Duke Abbot Biancha Fiormonda Fernando and D'auolos Duke Right Reuerend Vncle tho our minds be scanted In giuing welcome as our hearts would wish Yet we will striue to shew how much we ioy Your presence with a Courtly shew of mirth Please you to sit Abbot Great Duke your worthy honours to me Shall still haue place in my best thanks Since you in me so much respect the Church Thus much I 'le promise at my next returne His Holinesse shall grant an Indulgence Both large and generall Duke Our humble duty Seat you my Lords now let the Masquers enter Enter in an Anticke fashion Ferentes Roseilli and Maurucio at seuerall doores they dance a little suddenly to them enter Colona Iulia Morona in odde shapes and dance the men gaze at them are at a stand and are inuited by the women to dance they dance together sundry changes at last they close Ferentes in Maurucio and Roseilli being shooke off and standing at seuerall ends of the Stage gazing The women hold hands and dance about Ferentes in diuers complementall offers of Courtship at length they suddenly fall vpon him and stab him he fals downe and they run out at seuerall doores Cease Musicke Feren. Vncase me I am slaine in iest a pox vpon your outlandish feminine Antiks pull off my Visor I shall bleed to death ere I haue time to feele where I am hurt Duke I am slaine off with my visor for heauens sake off with my visor They vnmaske him Duke Slaine take this visor off we are betray'd Ceaze on them two are yonder hold Ferentes Follow the rest apparant treachery Abbot Holy St. Bennet what a sight is this Enter Iulio Colona and Morona vnmask'd euery one hauing a child in their armes Iul. Be not amaz'd great Princes but vouchsafe Your audience we are they haue done this deed Looke here the pledges of this false mans lust Betray'd in our simplicities He swore And pawn'd his truth to marry each of vs Abus'd vs all vnable to reuenge Our publike shames but by his publike fall Which thus we haue contriu'd nor doe we blush To call the glory of this murther ours We did it and wee 'll iustifie the deed For
a sadder subiect who hath plac'd All happinesse in your diuiner eyes Bian. My Lord the time Fer. The time yet heare me speake For I must speake or burst I haue a soule So anchor'd downe with cares in seas of woe That passion and the vowes I owe to you Haue chang'd me to a leane Anatomy Sweet Princesse of my life Bian. Forbeare or I shall Fer. Yet as you honour vertue doe not freeze My hopes to more discomfort then as yet My feares suggest no beauty so adornes The composition of a well-built mind As pitty heare me out Bian. No more I spare To tell you what you are and must confesse Doe almost hate my judgement that it once Thought goodnesse dwelt in you remember now It is the third time since your treacherous tongue Hath pleaded treason to my care and fame Yet for the friendship 'twixt my Lord and you I haue not voye'd your follies if you dare To speake a fourth time you shall rue your lust T is all no better learne and loue your selfe Exit Fer. Gon oh my sorrowes how am I vndone Not speake againe no no in her chast brest Vertue and resolution haue discharg'd All female weaknesse I haue su'd and su'd Kneel'd wept and begg'd but teares and vowes and words Moue her no more then summer-winds a rocke I must resolue to checke this rage of blood And will she is all ycie to my fires Yet euen that yee inflames in me desires Exit Enter Petruchio and Roseilli Ros. Is 't possible the Duke should be so mou'd Petr. 'T is true you haue no enemy at Court But her for whom you pine so much in loue Then master your affections I am sory you hug your ruine so What say you to the proiect I propos'd Ros. I entertaine it with a greater ioy Then shame can checke Enter Fernando Petr. You are come as I could wish my Cozen is resolu'd Fer. Without delay Prepare your selfe and meet at Court anon Some halfe houre hence and Cupid blesse your ioy Ros. Is euer man was bounden to a friend Fer. No more away loues rage is yet vnknown Exeunt In his aye me too well I feele my owne So now I am alone now let me thinke Shee is the Dutchesse say she be A Creature Sow'd vp in painted cloth might so be styl'd That 's but a name shee 's married too she is And therefore better might distinguish loue She 's young and faire why Madam that 's the bait Inuites me more to hope she 's the Dukes wife Who knowes not this she 's bosom'd to my friend There there I am quite lost will not be won Still worse and worse abhorres to heare me speake Eternall mischiefe I must vrge no more For were I not beleapred in my soule Here were enough to quench the flames of hell What then pish I must not speake I 'le write Come then sad Secretary to my plaints Plead thou my faith for words are turn'd to sighs he draws a letter What sayes this paper he reads to himselfe Enter D'aurlos with two Pictures R. D. Now is the time alone reading a letter good how now striking his brest what in the name of policy should this meane tearing his haire passion by all the hopes of my life plaine passion now I perceiue it if this bee not a fit of some violent affection I am an asse in vnderstanding why 't is plaine plainer and plainer Loue in the extreamest oh for the party who now the greatnesse of his spirits is to high cherish'd to be caught with some ordinary stuffe and if it bee my Lady Fiormonda I am strangely mistooke well that I haue fit occasion soone to vnderstand I haue here two pictures newly drawne to bee sent for a present to the Abbot of Monacho the Dutchesse Vncle her owne and my Ladies I 'le obserue which of these may perhaps bewray him a turnes about my noble Lord Fer. Y' are welcome Sir I thanke you R. D. Me my Lord for what my Lord Fer. Who 's there I cry you mercy D'auolos I tooke you for another pray excuse me What is 't you beare there R. D. No secret my Lord but may be imparted to you A couple of Pictures my good Lord please you see them Fer. I care not much for pictures but whose are they R. D. Th' one is for my Lords sister the other is the Dutchesse Fer. Ha D'auolos the Dutchesses R. D. Yes my Lord sure the word startled him Obserue that Fer. You told me master Secretary once You ow'd me loue R. D. Seruice my honour'd Lord howsoeuer you please to terme it Fer. 'T were rudenesse to be sutor for a sight Yet trust me Sir I 'le be all secret R. D. I beseech your Lordship They are as I am constant to your pleasure This my Lord is the widow Marquesses as it now newly came from the Picture-drawers the oyle yet greene a sweet Picture and in my iudgement Art hath not bin a niggard in striuing to equall the life Michael Angelo himselfe needed not blush to owne the workmanship Fer. A very pretty Picture But kind Signior to whose vse is it R. D. For the Dukes my Lord who determines to send it with all speed as a present to Paul Baglione Vnckle to the Dutchesse that he may see the riches of two such lustres as shine in the Court of Pauy Fer. Pray Sir the other R. D. This my Lord is for the Dutchesse Biancha a wondrous sweet Picture if you well obserue with what singularity the Arts-man hath stroue to set forth each limbe in exquisitest proportion not missing a haire Fer. A haire R. D. She cannot more formally Or if it may be lawfull to vse the word more really behold her owne Symetry in her glasse then in taking a sensible view of this counterfeit when I first saw it I verily almost was of a mind that this was her very lip Fer. Lip R. D. How constantly he dwels vpon this portrayture Nay I 'le assure your Lordship there is no defect of cunning His eye is fixt as if it were incorporated there Were not the party her selfe aliue to witnesse that there is a Creature compos'd of flesh and blood as naturally inriched with such harmony of admirall beauty as is here artificially counterfeited a very curious eye might repute it as an imaginary rapture of some transported conceit to ayme at an impossibility whose very first gaze is of force almost to perswade a substantiall loue in a setled heart Fer. Loue heart R D. My honor'd Lord Fer. Oh heauens R. D. I am confirm'd What ayles your Lordship Fer. You need not praise it Sir it selfe is praise How neere had I forgot my selfe I thanke you 'T is such a picture as might well become The shrine of some fain'd Venus I am dazeld With looking on 't pray Sir conuey it hence R. D. I am all your seruant blessed blessed discouery Please you to command me Fer. No gentle Sir I 'me lost beyond my
I feele Foole he shall know I was not borne to kneele Exit Enter D'auolos and Iulia R. D. Iulia mine owne speake softly What hast thou learn'd out any thing of this pale widgeon Speake soft what does she say Iul. Fo more then all there 's not an houre shall passe But I shall haue intelligence she sweares Whole nights you know my mind I hope you 'll giue The gowne you promis'd me R. D. Honest Iulia peace th' art a woman worth a kingdome let me neuer be beleeued now but I thinke it will bee my destiny to be thy husband at last what tho thou haue a child or perhaps two Iul. Neuer but one I sweare R. D. Well one is that such a matter I like thee the better for 't it shewes thou hast a good tenant-able and fertile wombe worth twenty of your barren dry bloodlesse deuourers of youth but come I will talke with thee more priuately the Duke has a iourney in hand and will not be long absent see 'a is come already let 's passe away easily Exeunt Enter Duke and Biancha Duke Troubled yes I haue cause O Biancha Here was my fate engrauen in thy brow This smooth faire polisht table in thy cheeks Nature summ'd vp thy dower 't was not wealth The Mysers god nor Royalty of blood Aduanc'd thee to my bed but loue and hope Of Vertue that might equall those sweet lookes If then thou shouldst betray my trust thy faith To the pollution of a base desire Thou wert a wretched woman Bian. Speakes your loue Or feare my Lord Duke Both both Biancha know The nightly languish of my dull vnrest Hath stampt a strong opinion for me thought Marke what I say as I in glorious pompe Was sitting on my Throne whiles I had hemm'd My best belou'd Biancha in mine armes She reacht my cap of State and cast it downe Beneath her foot and spurn'd it in the dust Whiles I oh 't was a dreame too full of fate Was stooping downe to reach it on my head Fernando like a Traytor to his vowes Clapt in disgrace a Coronet of hornes But by the honour of anoynted kings Were both of you hid in a rocke of fire Guarded by ministers of flaming hell I haue a sword 't is here should make my way Through fire through darknesse death and all To hew your lust ingendred flesh to shreds Pound you to morter cut your throats and mince Your flesh to mites I will start not I will Bian. Mercy protect me will ye murder me Duke Yes Oh! I cry thee mercy how the rage Of my vndreamt of wrongs made me forget All sense of sufferance blame me not Biancha One such another dreame would quite distract Reason and selfe humanity yet tell me Was 't not an ominous vision Bian. 'T was my Lord Yet but a vision for did such a guilt Hang on mine honour 't were no blame in you If you did stab me to the heart Duke The heart Nay strumpet to the soule and teare it off From life to damne it in immortall death Bian. Alas what doe you meane Sir Duke I am mad Forgiue me good Biancha still me thinkes I dreame and dreame anew now prethe chide me Sicknesse and these diuisions so distract My senses that I take things possible As if they were which to remoue I meane To speed me streight to Luca where perhaps Absence and bathing in those healthfull springs May soone recouer me meane time deare sweet Pitty my troubled heart griefes are extreame Yet Sweet when I am gone thinke on my dreame Who waits without ho is prouision ready To passe to Luca Enter Petr. Nibr. Fior. D'auolos Ros. Fernando Petr. It attends your Highnesse Duke Friend hold take here from me this Iewel this Giues him Biancha Be she your care till my returne from Luca Honest Fernando wife respect my friend Let 's goe but heare ye wife thinke on my dreame Exeunt omnes but Ros. et Petr. Petr. Couzen one word with you doth not this Cloud Acquaint you with strange nouelties The Duke Is lately much distemper'd what he meanes By journeying now to Luca is to me A riddle can you cleare my doubt Ros. O Sir My feares exceed my knowledge yet I note No lesse then you inferre all is not well Would 't were whosoeuer thriue I shall be sure Neuer to rise to my vn-hop'd desires But Couzen I shall tell you more anon Meane time pray send my Lord Fernando to me I couet much to speake with him Enter Fernando Petr. And see He comes himselfe I 'le leaue you both together Exit Fer. The Duke is horst for Luca how now Cooze How prosper you in loue Ros. As still I hop'd My Lord you are vndone Fer. Vndone I in what Ros. Lost and I feare your life is bought and sold I 'le tell you how late in my Ladies chamber As I by chance lay slumbering on the mats In comes the Lady Marquesse and with her Iulia and D'auolos where sitting downe Not doubting me Madam quoth D'auolas We haue discouer'd now the neast of shame In short my Lord for you already know As much as they reported there was told The circumstance of all your priuate loue And meetings with the Dutchesse when at last False D'auolos concluded with an oath Wee 'll make quoth he his hart-strings crack for this Fer. Speaking of me Ros. Of you I quoth the Marquesse Were not the Duke a baby he would seeke Swift vengeance for he knew it long agoe Fer. Let him know it yet I vow Shee is as loyall in her plighted faith As is the Sunne in heauen but put case She were not and the Duke did know she were not This Sword lift vp and guided by this Arme Shall guard her from an armed troupe of Fiends And all the earth beside Ros. You are too safe In your destruction Fer. Dambe him hee shall feele But peace who comes Enter Colona Col. My Lord the Dutchesse craues a word with you Fer. Where is shee Col. In her chamber Ros. Here haue a plum for Ie'ee Col. Come foole I 'le giue thee plums enow come foole Fer. Let slaues in mind be seruile to their feares Our heart is high in-starr'd in brighter Spheres Exit Fer. et Colo Ros, I see him lost already If all preuaile not we shall know too late No toyle can shun the violence of Fate Exit Actus Quintus Enter aboue Fernando Fior. NOW fly reuenge and wound the lower earth That I en-sphear'd aboue may crosse the race Of Loue despis'd and triumph o're their graues Who scorne the low-bent thraldome of my heart A Curtaine drawne below are discouered Biancha in her night attire leaning on a Cushion at a Table holding Fernando by the hand Bia. Why shouldst thou not be mine why should the laws The Iron lawes of Ceremony barre Mutuall embraces what 's a vow a vow Can there be sinne in vnity Could I As well dispense with Conscience as renounce The out-side of my titles the poore
backe the Spanish Court And without our Commission say Petr. Here 's fine jugling Bian. Good Sir be not so mou'd Duke Fie fie Biancha 'T is such a grosse indignity I 'de rather Haue lost seuen yeares reuenue The Spanish Court How now what ayles our sister Fior. On the sudden I fall a bleeding 't is an ominous signe Pray heauen it turne to good Your highnes leaue Exit Duke Looke to her come Fernando come Biancha Let 's striue to ouerpasse this cholericke heat Sirra see that you trifle not How we Who sway the mannage of authority May be abus'd by smooth officious agents But looke well to our sister Exeunt Petr. Nephew please you To see your friend to night Fer. Yes Vnckle yes Thus bodies walke vnsold mine eyes but followes My heart intomb'd in yonder goodly shrine Life without her is but death's subtill snares And I am but a Coffin to my cares Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Maurucio looking in a glasse trimming his Beard Giacopo brushing him Mau. BEard be confin'd to neatnesse that no haire May stouer vp to pricke my mistris lip More rude than bristles of a Porcupine Giacopo Gia. My Lord Mau. Am I all sweet behind Gia. I haue no Powlterers nose but your apparell sits About you most debonarely Mau. But Giacopo with what grace doe my words proceed out of my mouth haue I a mouing countenance is there harmony in my voyce canst thou perceiue as it were a hansomenesse of shape in my very breath as it is formed into syllable Giacopo Enter Duke Lords and Ladies aboue Gia. Yes indeed Sir I doe feele a sauour as pleasant as a Glister-pipe Calamus or Ciuet Duke Obserue him and be silent Mau. Hold thou the glasse Giacopo and marke me with what exceeding comlinesse I could court the Lady Marquesse if it come to the push Duke Sister you are his ayme Fior. A subiect fit To be the stall of laughter Bian. That 's your musicke Mau. Thus I reuerse my pace and thus stalkingly in Courtly gate I aduance one two and three Good I kisse my hand make my Congee settle my countenance and thus begin Hold vp the glasse higher Giacopo Gia. Thus high Sir Mau. 'T is well now marke me Most excellent Marquesse most faire La-dy Let not old age or haires that are sil-uer Dis-parage my desire for it may be I am then other greene youth nimb-ler Since I am your gra-ces seruant so true Great Lady then loue me for my ver-tue Oh Giacopo Petrach was a dunce Dante 's a Iig-maker S'anazar a goose and Ariosto a puck-fist to me I tell thee Giacopo I am wrap'd with fury And haue beene for these six nights together Drunke with the pure liquor of Helycon Gia. I thinke no lesse Sir For you looke as wild and talke as idlely As if you had not slept these nine yeares Duke What thinke you of this language sister Fior. Sir I thinke in princes Courts no age nor greatnes But must admit the foole in me 't were folly To scorne what greater states than I haue bin Bian. O but you are too generall Fior. A foole I thanke your Highnesse many a womans wit Haue thought themselues much better was much worse Bian. You still mistake me Duke Silence note the rest Mau. God-a-mercy braines Giocopo I haue it Gia. What my Lord Mau. A conceit Giacopo and a fine one downe on thy knees Giocopo and worship my wit giue me both thy eares thus it is I will haue my picture drawn most composituously in a squire table of some too foot long from the crowne of the head to the waste downward no further Gia. Then you 'le looke like a dwarfe Sir being cut off by the middle Mau. Speake not thou but wonder at the conceit that followes In my bosome on my left side I will haue a lease of blood-red crimson veluet as it were part of my doublet open Which being open'd Giacopo now marke I will haue a cleare and most transparent Chrystall in the forme of a heart Singular admirable When I haue framed this I will as some rare outlandish peece of workemanship bestow it on the most faire and illustrious Lady Fiormonda Gia. But now Sir for the conceit Mau. Simplicity and Ignorance prate no more blockhead dost not vnderstand yet why this being to her instead of a Looking-glasse she shall no oftner powder her haire surfell her cheekes cleanse her teeth or conforme the haires of her eye-browes but hauing occasion to vse this glasse which for the rarenesse and richnesse of it she will hourely doe but she shall as often gaze on my picture remember me and behold the excellence of her excellencies beauty in the prospectiue and mirror as it were in my heart Gia. I marry Sir this is something All aboue Ha ha ha Exit Fiormonda Bian. My sister 's gone in anger Mau. Who 's that laughs search with thine eyes Giacopo Gia. O my Lord my Lord you haue gotten an euerlasting fame the Dukes grace and the Dutchesse grace and my Lord Fernando's grace with all the rabble of Courtiers haue heard euery word looke where they stand now you shall be made a Count for your wit and I Lord for my Counsell Duke Be shrew the chance we are discouer'd Mau. Pitty oh my wisdome I must speake to them O Duke most great and most renowed Dutchesse Excuse my apprehension which not much-i 's 'T is loue my Lord that 's all the hurt you see Angelica her selfe plead for me Duke We pardon you most wise and learned Lord And that we may all glorifie your wit Intreat your wisdomes company to day To grace our talke with your graue discourse What sayes your mighty eloquence Mau. Giacopo helpe me his Grace has put mee out my owne Bias and I know not what to answer in forme Gia. Vd's me tell him you 'll come Mau. Yes I will come my Lord the Duke I will Duke We take your word and wish your honor health Away then come Biancha we haue found A salue for mellancholy Mirth ease Exit Duke cum suis Manent Biancha Fernando Bian. I 'le see the jolly louer and his glasse Take leaue of one another Mau. Are they gone Gia. O my Lord I doe now smell newes Mau. What newes Giacopo Gia. The Duke has a smackering towards you and you shall clap vp with his sister the widow suddenly Mau. She is mine Giacopo she is mine aduance the glasse Giacopo that I may practise as I passe to walke a portly grace like a Marquesse to which degree I am now a climbing Thus doe we march to honors hauen of blisse To ride in triumph through Persepolis Exit Gia going backeward with the glasse Mau. complementing Bian. Now as I liue Here 's laughter worthy our presence I will not lose him so She is going out Fer. Madam Bian. To me my Lord Fer. Please but to heare The story of a Cast-away in loue And ô let not the passage of a jest Make slight