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Now, when you please, begin.
With such as are more glorious. Though I never San. Such Læda's breasts were,
| Did injury, yet I am sensible
[Turns from her. When I'm contemned, and scorned. Down pillows styled by Jove : And their pure San. Will you please to hear me? whiteness
Lyd. O the difference of natures! Giovanni, Shames the swan's down, or snow. No heat of lust | A prince in expectation, when he lived here, Swells up her azure veins. And yet I feel Stole courtesy from Heaven, and would not, to That this chaste ice, but touched, fans fire in me. The meanest servant in my father's house, Lyd. You need not, noble sir, be thus trans Have kept such distance. ported,
San. Pray you, do not think me Or trouble your invention to express
Unworthy of your ear : It was your beauty Your thought of me : The plainest phrase and | That turned me statue.-I can speak, fair lady. language
Lyd. And I can hear. The harshness of your That you can use, will be too high a strain
courtship For such an humble theme.
Cannot corrupt my courtesy.
San. Will you hear me,
I must observe this nearer. CAROLO descends. Devotion in him? And I may as well
San. You're a rare one, Walk over burning iron with bare feet,
And such (but that my haste commands me And be unscorched, as look upon this beauty
hence) Without desire, and that desire pursued, too, I could converse with ever. Will you grace me 'Till it be quenched with the enjoying those
With leave to visit you again?
Aside. At your return to court, do me the favour
To make a tender of my humble service Nor can I find I'm guilty of a thought
To the prince Giovanni. Deserving this neglect and strangeness from you. San. Ever touching Nor am I amorous
Upon that string? And will you give me hope San. Suppose his greatness
of future happiness ?
The fort, that's yielded at the first assault,
Car. O ! they are at it. A good sword on an anvil : as that often
San. She is a magazine of all perfection, Flies in pieces without service to the owner; And 'tis death to part from her; yet I mustSo trust, enforced too far, proves treachery,
[Aside. And is too late repented.
[ Aside. A parting kiss, fair maid. Lyd. Pray you, sir,
Lyd. That custom grants you. Or license me to leave you, or deliver
Car. A homely breakfast does attend your The reasons which invite you to command
lordship, My tedious waiting on you.
Such as the place affords. Car. As I live,
San. No; I have feasted I know not what to think on't. Is't his pride, Already here. My thanks, and so I leave you : Or his simplicity?
I will see you again. Till this unhappy hour San. Whither have my thoughts
I ne'er was lost; and what to do, or say,
She falls off. 'Tis very strange!
Car. Take heed, Lydia !
I do advise you with a father's love, Your ear, sweet lady?
And tenderness of your honour; as I would not Lyd. Yet I may be bold,
Have you coarse and harsh in giving entertainFor my integrity and fame, to rank
ment, VOL. II.
So, by no means be credulous. For great men, | And, when you are sued-to in a noble way, :
I hear as oracles; nor will digress : :
Cannot o'crreach a youth, my practice yields mo
But little profit..
Enter Giovanni and the Serdant.
Giov. You are well returned, sir. With your best diligence and speed, to find out San. Leave us. When that your grace shall The prince, and humbly in my name entreat him
know the motives I mayexchange some private conference with him, That forced me to invite you to this trouble, Before the great duke know of my arrival. You will excuse my manners. (Exit servant. Serv. I haste, my lord.
Giov. Sir, there needs not San. Here I'll attend his coming;
This circumstance between us. You are ever And see you keep yourself, as much as may be, My noble friend. Concealed froin all men else.
San. You shall have further cause Sero. To serve your lordship,
To assure you of my faith and zeal to serve you. I wish I were invisible.
[Erit servant. And, when I have committed to your trust San. I am driven
(Presuming still on your retentive silence) Into a desperate straight, and cannot steer A secrèt of no less importance than A middle course; and, of the two extremes My honour, nay, my bead, it will confirm Which I must make election of, I know not What value you hold with ine. Which is more full of horror. Never servant Giov. Pray you believe, sir, Stood more engaged to a magnificent master, What you deliver to me, shall be locked up Than I to Cozimo. And all those honours In a strong cabinet, of which you yourself And glories, by his grace conferred upon me, Shall keep the key. For here I pawn my honour, Or by my prosperous services deserved,
(Which is the best security I can give yet) If now I should deceive his trust, and make It shall not be discovered. A shipwreck of my loyalty, are ruined.
San. This assurance And, on the other side, if I discover
Is more than I with modesty could demand Lydia's divine perfections, all my hopes
From such a paymaster; but I must be sudden, In her are sunk, never to be buoyed up:
And therefore to the purpose. Can your excelFor 'tis impossible, but as soon as seen,
lence, She must with adoration be sued to.
In your imagination, conceive
And it had been a rudeness to enquire
San. Grant me bearing.
Giov. Me, iny lord?
San. You, in your present state, and future But to conceal her beauties—and how that
fortunes; May be effected, is as hard a task
For both lie at the stake. As with a veil to cover the sun's beams,
Giov. You much amaze me! Or comfortable light. Three years the prince Pray you, resolve this riddle. Lived in her company, and Contarino,
San. You know the duke,
If he die issueless (as yet he is)
Giov. It hath pleased his highness
Be won to prove a second wife, on whom With whom, and on what terms ? pray you, inHe may beyet a son, how, in a moment,
struct me. Will all those glorious expectations, which
San. With the fair Lydia, Render you reverenced and remarkable,
Gior. Lydia! Be in a moment blasted, howe'er you are
San. The daughter His much-beloved sister's son?
Of signior Charonionte. Giov. I must bear it
Giov. Pardon me,
Though I appear incredulous; for, on
San. That is granted :
But Contarino hath so sung her praises, Laws to the giver's pleasure.
And given her out for such a master-piece, San. Sweetly answered,
That he's transported with it, sir. And love And like your noble self. This your rare temper | Steals sometimes through the ear, into the heart, So wins upon me, that I would not live
As well as by the eye. The duke no sooner (If that by honest arts I can prevent it)
Heard her described, but I was sent in post
San. 'T'is a pretty creature.
San. She hath a waist
| Indeed, sized to love's wish, Enquire how you have slept; and as you walk Giov. A delicate band, too. The streets of Florence, the glad multitude,
San. Then for a leg and footIn throngs, press but to see you, and with joy Giov. And there I leave you, The father, pointing with his finger, tells | For I presumed no farther. His son, this is the prince, the hopeful prince, San. As she is, sir, That most hereafter rule, and you obey him. | I know she wants no gracious part that may Great ladies beg your picture, and make love Allure the duke; and if he only see her, To that, despairing to enjoy the substance; She is his own. He will not be denied, And, but the last night, when 'twas only ru- And then you're lost. Yet, if you'll second me, moured
|(As you have reason, for it most concerns you) That you were come to court (as if you had I can prevent all yet. By sea past bither from another world)
Gioa. I would you could, What general shouts and acclamations followed ! | A noble way. The bells rang loud, the bonfires blazed, and such / San. I will cry down her beauties, As loved not wine, carousing to your health, Especially the beauties of her mind, Were drunk, and blushed not at it: And is this As much as Contarino hath advanced them; A happiness to part with?
And this, I hope, will breed forgetfulness, Gioo. I allow these
• And kill affection in him. But you must As flourishes of fortune, with which princes Join with me in my report, if you be questioned. Are often soothed, but never yet esteemed them | Giov. I never told a lie yet, and I hold it For real blessings.
In some degree blasphemous, to dispraise
What's worthy admiration. Yet, for once,
Alph. My lord, the duke hath seen your man Appoint me to it, as I may, I'll bear it
and wonders With willing shoulders. But, my lord, as yet, You've told me of a danger coming towards me,
Enter Cozimo, CONTARINO, and attendants. But have not named it.
You come not to him. See, if his desire San. That is soon delivered.
To have conference with you, hath not brought Great Cozirno, your uncle, as I more
Him hither in his own person.
Con. They are, of my knowledge,
Of the best race in Naples.
Coz. You are, nephew,
| That I should contradict him. I am dim, sir; As I hear, an excellent horseman, and we like it. But he's sharp-sighted. Tis a fair grace in a prince. Pray you, make San. This is to my wish.
Coz. We know not what to think of this; yer Of their strength and speed, and, if you think would not
them fit For your employment, with a liberal hand
Enter Giovanni, HIPPOLITO, and LODOVICO, Reward the gentleman, that did present them From the viceroy of Naples.
Determine rashly of it. How do you like Giov. I will use
My nephew's horsemanship? My best endeavour, sir.
Hip. In my judgment, sir, [Ereunt Giovanni, ALPHONSO, and HIPPO It is exact and rare. LITO.
Alph. And, to my fancy. Coz. Wait on my nephew.
He did present great Alexander, mounted Nay, stay you, Contarino; be within call;
On his Bucephalus.
And know it is your duty to cry up
San. Do not betray
[Aside to GIOVANNI, This phonix of our age?
Giov. I thank you;
Nor will I fail.
Of the horses?
Giov. Two of them are, in my judgment, San. But certain truth. It may be, she was The best I ever backed : I mean the roan, sir, looked on
And the brown bay; but for the chesnut coWith admiration in the country, sir :
loured, But, if compared with many in your court, Though he be full of metal, hot, and fiery, She would appear but ordinary.
He treads weak in his pasterns. Coz. Contarino
Coz. So, come nearer; Reports her otherwise,
This exercise hath put you into a sweat; San. Such as ne'er saw swans,
Take this, and dry it: and now I command you May think crows beautiful.
To tell me truly, what's your censure of Coz. How is her behaviour?
Charomonte's daughter, Lydia? San. Tis like the place she lives in.
Giov. I am, sir, Coz. How her wit,
A novice in my judgment of a lady; Discourse, and entertainment?
But, such as it is, your grace shall have it freely. San. Very coarse;
I would not speak’ill of her, and am sorry,
If I keep myself a friend to truth, I cannot
As near as I can, her character in little. Coz. You are curious, sir. I know not what She's of a goodly stature, and her limbs to think on't.
Not disproportioned. For her face, it is Contarino!
Far from deformity; yet they flatter her Con. Sir,
That style it excellent. Her manners are Coz. Where was thy judgment, man,
Simple and innocent; but her discourse To extol a virgin Sanazarro tells me
And wit deserve my pity, more than praise, Is nearer to deformity ?
At the best, my lord, she is a handsome picSan. I saw her,
ture: And curiously perused her; and I wonder And, that said, all is spoken. That she, that did appear to me, that know
Coz. I believe you; What beauty is, not worthy the observing, I ne'er yet found you false. Should so transport you.
Giod. Nor ever shall, sir.. Con. 'Troth, my lord, I thought then
Forgive ine, matchless Lydia ! too much love, Coz. Thought ? didst thou not affirm it? And jealous fear to lose thee, do compel ine, Con. I confess, sir,
Against my will, my reason, and my knowledge, I did believe so then; but, now I hear
To be a poor detracter of that beauty, My lord's opinion to the contrary,
Which fluent Ovid, if he lived again, I am of another faith ; for 'tis not fit
Would want words to express.
Coz. Pray you, make choice of
| With zeal and vehemence; and even when, The richest of our furniture for these horses; With his best words, he strived to set her forth,
[TO SANAZARRO. Though the rare subject made him eloquent, And take my nephew with you; we, in this, He would complain, all he could say came short Will follow his directions.
Of her deservings. Gico. Could I find now
Coz. Pray you, have patience. The princess Fiorinda, and persuade her
This was strangely carried.--Ha! are we trifled To be silent in the suit that I moved to her,
with? All were secure.
Dare they do this? Is Cozimo's fury, that San. In that, my lord, I'll aid you.
Of late was terrible, grown contemptible? Coz. We will be private; leave us. All my Well; we will clear our brows, and undermine
studies (Exeunt all but Cozino. Their secret works, though they have digged like And serious meditations aim no farther
moles, Than this young man's good. He was my sister's And crush them with the tempest of my wrath son,
When I appear most calm; he is unfit And she was such a sister, when she lived, To command others, that knows not to use it, I could not prize too much ; nor can I better And with all rigour. Yet my stern looks shall Make known bow dear I hold her memory,
not Than in my cherishing the only issue
Discover my intents; for I will strike Which she hath left behind her. Who's that? When I begin to frown. (Aside.) You are the
mistress Enter FIORINDA.
Of that you did demand.
Fior. I thank your highness;
| Doubles the favour, sir. Cox. All things go well in Urbin?
· Cos. You shall possess it sooner than you Fio. Your gracious care to me, an orphan, expect; frees me
Only be pleased to be ready when my secretary From all suspicion that my jealous fears
Waits upon you, to take the fresh air. My Can drive into my fancy.
nephew ! Coz. The next summer
And my bosom friend, so to cheat me? 'Tis not In our own person, we will bring you thither,
[Aside. And seat you in your own. Fio. When you think fit, sir.
Enter GIOVANNI and SANAZARRO. But, in the mean time, with your highness' par- San. Where should this princess be? Not in don,
her lodgings, I am a suitor to you. .
Nor in the private walks, her own retreat, Coz. Name it, madam,
Which she so much frequented ? With confidence to obtain it.
Giov. By my life, Fio. That you would please
She's with the duke; and I much more than
Coz. Have you furnished.
San. There's no sign
Of anger in his looks.
[Aside. Fio. The hopeful prince, your nephew, sir, Gioo. They are complete, sir. hath given her
Coz. 'Tis well: To your rest. Soft sleeps To me for such an abstract of perfection
wait on you, madam; In all that can be wished for in a virgin,
To-morrow, with the rising of sun, As beauty, music, ravishing discourse,
Be ready to ride with us. They with more Quickness of apprehension, with choice man
Had trod on fork-tongued adders, than provoked And learning, too, not usual with women,
(Erit Cozimo. That I am much ambitious (though I shall
Fior. I come not to be thanked, sir, for the Appear but as a foil to set her off)
speedy To be from her instructed, and supplied
Performance of my promise touching Lydia; In what I am defective.
It is effected. Coz. Did my nephew
San. We are undonc. Seriously deliver this?
Fior. The duke Fior. I assure your grace,
No sooner heard me, with my best of language,