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To bless and guard their families.
Con. Tis received so Enter CAROLO CHAROMONTE. and CONTARINO.
On my part, signior; nor can the duke Car. You bring your welcome with you. But promise to himself as much as may Con. Sir, I find it,
Be hoped for from a nephew. And it were In every circumstance.
weakness Car. Again more welcome.
In any man to doubt, that Giovanni,
In all those arts peculiar and proper
To the utmost of my power, the trust the duke As dear to me as the old Romans held
Committed to me, and, with joy, perceive Their household Lares, who, they believed, had The seed of my endeavours was not sown power
Upon the barren sands, but fruitful glebe,
Which yields a large increase; my noble charge, 1 That is without their power. When they adBy his sharp wit, and pregnant apprehension,
vance, Instructing those that teach him; making use, Not out of judgment, but deceiving fancy, Not in a vulgar and pedantic form,
An undeserving man, howe'er set off Of what's read to him, but 'tis straight digested, With all the trim of greatness, state, and power, And truly made his own. His grave discourse, And, of a creature, even grown terrible In une no more indebted unto years,
To him from whom he took his giant form, Amazes such as hear him. Horsemanship This thing is still a comet, no true star; And skill to use his weapon are, by practice,
And when the bounties, feeding his false fire, Familiar to him: As for knowledge in
Begin to fail, will of itself go out,
But in our Sanazarro 'tis not so:
He, being pure and tried gold, and any stamp That it makes perfect harmony.
Of grace to make him current to the world, Con. You describe
The duke is pleased to give him, will add honA wonder to me.
our Car. Sir, he is no less;
To the great bestower; for he, though allowed And, that there may be nothing wanting that Companion to his master, still preserves May render him complete, the sweetness of His majesty in full lustre, His disposition so wins on all
Con. He, indeed, Appointed to attend him, that they are
At no part does take from it, but becomes Rivals even in the coarsest office, who
A partner of his cares, and eases him, Shall get precedency to do him service;
With willing shoulders, of a burthen, which Which they esteem a greater happiness
He should alone sustain. Than if they had been fashioned and built up Car. Is he yet married? To hold command o'er others.
Con. No, signior; still a batchelor; howe'er, Con. And what place
It is apparent, that the choicest virgin Does he now bless with his presence?
For beauty, bravery, and wealth, in Florence, Car. He is now
Would, with her parents' glad consent, be won
To be at his devotion.
Enter Giovanni and CALANDRINO. If you please, to some other subject, though I But break we off. Here comes my princely cannot
charge. Deliver him as he deserves.
Make your approaches boldly: you will find Con. You have given him
A courteous entertainment, A noble character.
Giov. Pray you, forbear Car. And how, I pray you,
My hand, good signior; 'tis a ceremony (For we that never look beyond our villas Not due to me. 'Tis fit we should embrace Must be inquisitive) are state affairs
With mutual arms Carried in court?
Con. It is a favour, sir, Con. There's little alteration :
I grieve to be denied. Some rise, and others fall; as it stands with 1 Giov. You shall overcome : The pleasure of the duke, their great dis- | But 'tis your pleasure, not my pride, that grants
poser. Car. Does Lodovico Sanazarro hold
Nay, pray you, guardian, and good sir, put on : Weight and grace with him?
How ill it shews to have that reverend head Con. Every day new honours
Be uncovered to a boy! Are showered upon him, and without the envy Car. Your excellence Of such as are good men ; since all confess, Must give me liberty to observe the distance The service done our master, in his wars
And duty that I owe you. Against Pisa and Sienna, may, with justice,
Giov. Owe me duty? Claim what's eonferred upon him.
I do profess (and when I do deny it Car. 'Tis said nobly :
Good fortune leave me), you have been to me For princes never more make known their wis- | A second father, and may justly challenge, dom
For training up my youth in arts and arms, Than when they cherish goodness, where they As much respect and service, as was due find it;
To him that gave me life. And did you know, They being inen, and not gods, Contarino,
sir, They can give wealth and titles, but no-virtues; Or will believe from me, how many sleeps
Good Charomonte bath broken, in his care For I do wish you all I know not how,
| I must turn woman.
Cal. Were I on the rack, Or finds in me aught worthy to be loved,
I could not shed a tear. But I am mad, That little rivulet flowed from this spring; And, ten to one, shall hang myself for sorrow, And so from me report him.
Before I shift my shirt. But hear you, sir, Con. Fame already
I'll separate you: When you are gone, what Hath filled his highness' ears with the true story
will Of what you are, and how much bettered by him. Become of me? And 'tis his purpose to reward the travail
Giov. Why thou shalt to court with me. Of this grave sir, with a magnificent hand.
Cal. To see you worried ? For, though his tenderness hardly could consent Con. Worried, Calandrino ? To have you one hour absent from his sight, Cal. Yes, sir. For, bring this sweet face to For full three years he did deny himself
the court, The pleasure he took in you, that you, here, There will be such longing among the madams, From this great master, might arrive unto Who shall ingross it first, nay, fight and scratch The theory of those high mysteries
for it, Which you by action must make plain in court. | That, if they be not stopped, for entertainment 'Tis, therefore, his request (and that, from him, They'll kiss his lips off. ' Nay, if you'll scape so, Your excellence must grant a strict command), And not be tempted to a farther danger, That instantly (it being not five hours riding) These succubæ are so sharp set, that you must You should take horse, and visit him. These his | Give out you are an eunuch. letters
Con. Have a better Will yield you further reasons.
Opinion of court-ladies, and take care Cal. To the court ?
Of your own stake. Farewell the flower, then, of the country's gar- Cal. For my stake, 'tis past caring; land !
I would not have a bird of unclean feathers This is our sun, and, when he's set, we must not Handsel his lime-twig--and so much for him : Expect or spring or summer; but resolve
There's something else that troubles me. For a perpetual winter.
Con. What's that? Car. Pray you observe
Cal. Why, how to behave myself in court, and [Giovanni reading the letter. tightly. The frequent changes in his face.
I have been told the very place transforms men, Con. As if
And that not one of a thousand, that, before, His much unwillingness to leave your house Lived honestly in the country, on plain sallads, Contended with his duty.
But bring himn thither, mark me that, and feed Car. Now he appears Collected and resolved.
But a month or two with custards and court Giov. It is the duke !
cake-bread, The duke, upon whose favour all my hopes And he turns knave immediately. I would be And fortunes do depend. Nor must I check
honest; At his conımands, for any private motives But I must follow the fashion, or die a beggar. That do invite my stay here, though they are Giov. And, if I ever reach my hopes, believe Almost not to be mastered. My obedience,
it In my departing suddenly, shall confirm
We will share fortunes.
Car. This acknowledginent
What her heart suffers, in that she is forced Con. I will answer that;
To take her last leave of you. Use your own will.
Con. As I live, Giov. I would speak to you, sir,
A beauty without parallel. In such a phrase as might express the thanks Lyd. Must you go, then, My heart would gladly pay; but
So suddenly? Car. I conceive you:
| Giov. There's no evasion, Lydia, And something I would say; but I must do it To gain the least delay, though I would buy it In that dumb rhetoric which you make use of; At any rate. Greatness, with private men
Esteemed a blessing, is to me a curse;
| Will be benighted. And we, whom, for our high births, they con Giov. This kiss, bathed in tears, clude
May learn you what I should say.
Lyd. Give me leave
Car. And me to bring you
To the one half of your journey.
Con. Sir, the duke shall thank you. (Ereunt,
ALPHONSO, HIPPOLITO, HIERONIMO, with a Giov. O Lydia!
petition. Con. So passionate?
Alph. His highness cannot take it ill.
Hier. And our loves
Enter Cozimo, the Duke.
boldly. From the variety of curious flowers
Coz. What needs this form? We are not Contemplate Nature's workmanship and won
grown so proud ders;
As to disdain familiar conference And then, for change, near to the murmur of
With such as are to counsel and direct us. Some bubbling fountain, I might hear you sing, This kind of adoration shewed not well And, from the well-tuned accents of your tongue, In the old Roman emperors, who, forgetting In my imagination conceive
That they were flesh and blood; would be styled With what melodious harmony a quire
gods : Of angels sing, above, their maker's praises. In us to suffer it, were worse. Pray you, rise. And then, with chaste discourse, as we returned, Still the old suit ? With too much curiousness Imp feathers to the broken wings of time;
[Reads. And all this I must part from!
You have too often searched this wound, which Con. You forget
yields The baste imposed upon us.
Security and rest, not trouble to me.
For here you grieve, that my firm resolution
My government, when I am dead, may breed Embracing you, but with a lawful flame,
Distraction in the state, and make the name I might have been your husband !
And family of the Medicis, now admired, Lyd. Sir, I was,
Contemptible. And ever am, your servant; but it was,
Hip. And, with strong reasons, sir. And 'tis, far from me, in a thought, to cherish Alph. For, were you old, and past hope to beSuch saucy hopes. If I had been the heir
get Of all the globes and sceptres mankind bows to, | The model of yourself, we should be silent, At my best you had deserved me; as I am, Hier: But, being in your height and pride of Howe'er unworthy, in my virgin zeal
years, I wish you, as a partner of your bed,
As you are now, great sir, and having too A princess equal to you; such a one
In your possession the daughter of That may make it the study of her life,
The deceased duke of Urbin, and his heir, With all the obedience of a wife, to please you. | Whose guardian you are made, were you but May you have happy issue, and I live
pleased To be their humblest handmaid.
To think her worthy of you, besides children, Giov. I am dumb,
The dukedom she brings with her for a dower, And can make no reply.
Will yield a large increase of strength and power Con. Your excellence
To these fair territories, which already
Acknowledge you their absolute lord.
| The service I should pay. Coz. You press us
Coz. Thou art too modest;
Enter GIOVANNI and CONTARINO.
Before it be demanded. Giovanni !
For her love I will be a father to thee,
And humblest subject.
Coz. Thy hard travel, nephew, All thoughts of women : Let this satisfy
Requires soft rest; and, therefore, we forbear, For any second marriage. Now, whereas For the present, an account how thou hast spent You name the heir of Urbin, as a princess Thy absent hours. See, signiors, see, our care, Of great revenues, 'tis confessed she is so : Without a second bed, provides you of But for some causes, private to ourself,
A hopeful prince ! Carry him to his lodgings, We have disposed her otherwise, Yet despair And, for his farther honour, Sanazarro, not;
With the rest, do you attend him.
San. As the rising sun,
We do receive you. And hold the counsels of great Cozimo
Giov. May this never set, Oraculous,
But shine upon you ever.
[Ereunt GIOVANNI, SANAZARRO, HIERG, Enter Lodovico and SANAZARRO.
NIMO, ALPHONSO, LODOVICO.
From Carolo de Charamonte?
Con. He obeyed your summons
But that he durst not cross your will, he would Coz. Still my nightingale,
Have sojourned longer there, he ever finding That with sweet accents dost assure me, that Variety of sweetest entertainment. My spring of happiness comes fast upon me. But there was something else; nor can I blame Embrace me boldly. I pronounce that wretch His youth, though with some trouble he took An enemy to brave and thriving action,
leave That dares believe, but in a thought, we are Of such a sweet companion. Too prodigal in our favours to this man,
Caz. Who was it? Whose merits, though with him we should divide Con. The daughter, sir, of Signior Carolo, Our dukedom, still continue us his debtor. Fair Lydia, a virgin at all parts, Hip. 'Tis far from me.
But in her birth and fortunes, equal to him. , Alph. We all applaud it.
The rarest beauties Italy can boast of Coz. Nay, blush not, Sanazarro; we are proud Are but mere shadows to her, she the substance Of what we build up in thee; nor can our Of all perfection. And, what increases Election be disparaged, since we have not The wonder, sir, her body's matchless form Received into our bosom and our grace
Is bettered by the pureness of her soul; A glorious lazy drone, grown fat with feeding Such sweet discourse, such ravishing behaviour, On other's toil, but an industrious bee,
Such charming language, such enchanting man. That crops the sweet flowers of our enemies,
ners, And every happy evening returns
With a simplicity that shames all courtship, Loaden with wax and honey to our hive.
Flow hourly from her, that I do believe San. My best endeavours never can discharge Had Circe, or Calypso, her sweet graces,