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Giov. All will out.
She was presented to you. San. I more than fear it.
Coz. It shall yield [Ereunt Giov. and San. No sport to the contrivers. 'Tis too plain now, Coz. These are strange chimeras to us! What Her presence does confirm what Contarino to judge of it
Delivered of her; nor can sickness dim Is past our apprehension ! One command The splendour of her beauties : being herself, Charomonte to attend us. Can it be,
[Exit Servant. She must exceed his praise. That Contarino could be so besotted
Lyd. Will your grace hear me?
Coz. Here are accents,
Pray you let me raise you, and a-while rest here. Which, in the scene presented, would appear False Sanazarro, treacherous Giovanni ! Ridiculous and impossible? 0, you are welcome. But stand we talking ?
Car. Here's a storm soon raised.
Coz. As thou art our subject, Charomonte,
To act what we command. The wonder, sir, your daughter,
Car. That is an oath Car. And have found her
I long since took. Such as I did report her. What she wanted Coz. Then, by that oath we charge thee, In courtship, was, I hope, supplied in civil Without excuse, denial, or delay, And modest entertainment.
To apprehend, and suddenly, Sanazarro, Coz. Pray you, tell us,
And our ungrateful nephew. We have said it. And truly we command you, did you never Do it without reply, or we pronounce thee, Observe she was given to drink?
Like them, a traitor to us. See them guarded Car. To drink, sir?
In several lodgings, and forbid access Coz. Yes. Nay, more, to be drunk.
To all, but when we warrant.
Is our will Car. I had rather see her buried.
Heard sooner than obeyed ?
But I must not dispute them. [Exit Carolo. More than distempered?
Coz. Be severe in it. Car. I will pull them out, sir,
my abused levity! From what height If your grace can make this good. And if
my power fallen!
Lyd. O me most miserable !
Most gracious prince !-
Coz. Pray you rise, and then speak to me. On the peril of your head.
Lyd. My knees shall first be rooted in this Car. Drunk ? —She disdains it. [Exit Carolo. earth,
Coz. Such contrarieties were never read of. And, myrrha like, I'll grow up to a tree, Charomonte is no fool, nor can I think
Dropping perpetual tears of sorrow, which, His confidence built on sand. We are abused. Hardened by the rough wind, and turned to
amber, Enter CAROLO and LYDIA.
Unfortunate virgins like myself shall wear, Lyd. I an indisposed, sir,
Before I'll make petition to your greatness And that life, you tendered once, much endan- But with such reverence, my hands held up thus, gered
As I would do to Heaven, You princes are In forcing me from my chamber,
As gods on earth to us, and to be sued to Car. Here she is, sir,
With such humility, as his deputies Suddenly sick, I grant; but, sure, not drunk. May challenge from their vassals. Speak to my lord the duke.
Coz. Here's that form Lyd. All is discovered,
[Kneels. Of language I expected; pray you, speak: Coz. Is this your only daughter?
What is your suit? Car. And my heir, sir,
Lyd. That you would look upon me Nor keep I any woman in the house
As an húmble thing, that millions of degrees (Unless for sordid offices) but one,
Is placed beneath you. For what am I, dread I do maintain trimmed up in her cast habits,
sir? To make her sport. And she, indeed, loves wine, Or what can fall in the whole course of my life, And will take too much of it; and, perhaps, for That may be worth your care, much less your mirth,
As the lowly shrub is to the lofty cedar,
Coz. With what fervour
Lyd. For ine, poor maid,
But my ghostly father. Will you trust me, sir?
Coz. Had you thus argued [Raises her.
Lydia. I'll do my best, sir.
Coz. And that best will be
A goodly troop! This back-part of my prison
Allows me liberty to see and know them.
Contarino! Yes, 'tis he; and Lodovico :
And the duchess Fiorinda, Urbin's heir, Sun. 'Tis proved in me, the curse of human A princess I have slighted; yet I wear frailty
Her favours. And, to teach me what I am, (Adding to our afflictions) makes us know She whom I scorned can only mediate for me. What's good; and yet our violent passions force This way she makes, yet speak to her I dare not;
And how to make a suit to her, is a task To follow what is ill. Reason assured me Of as much difficulty“Yes, thou blessed pledge It was not safe to shave a lion's skin;
[Takes off the ring, and writes on a pane And that to trifle with a sovereign, was
Concise and pithy.
Enter CONTARINO, leading in FIORINDA, AL-
PHONSO, Lodovico, HIERONIMO, CALAMINTA, In a moment vanished. Power, that stands not on Fio. 'Tis a goodly pile, this. Its proper base, which is peculiar only
Hier. But bettered by the owner. To absolute princes, falls or rises with
Alph. But most rich
Fio. The duke's pleasure
To attend you to it.
Lod. Signior Charomonte,
[The pane thrown doun. (Looks backwards. A pane thrown from the window, no wind stirring? Dçride my madness, lla! what noise of horses? Cala. And at your feet too fallen; there's
something writ on it.
The grace you
Con. Some courtier, belike, would have it | Once more into your favour. known
Coz. You say well, He wore a diamond.
You are ignorant in the nature of his fault, Cala. Ha! it is directed
Which, when you understand, (as we'll instruct To the princess Fiorinda.
you) Fio. We will read it.
Your pity will appear a charity,
(It being conferred on an unthankful man,) The inscription.
To be repented. He's a traitor, madam, 'He, whom you pleased to favour, is cast down
To you, to us, to gratitude; and in that * Past hope of rising, by the great duke's frown, All crimes are comprehended.
Fio. If his offence • If, by your gracious means, he cannot have * A pardon. And, that got, he lives your slave.'
Aimed at me only, whatsoe'er it is,
Tis freely pardoned.
Coz, This compassion in you
Must make the colour of his guilt more ugly. SANAZARRO: The honours we have hourly heaped upon him,
The titles, the rewards, to the envy of Of me the most beloved, and I will save thee, The old nobility, as the common people, Or perish with thee. Sure, thy fault must be We now forbear to touch at, and will only Of some prodigious shape, if that my prayers Insist on his gross wrongs to you. You were And humble intercession to the duke
Forgetting both yourself and proper greatness, Enter Cozimo and CAROLO.
To favour him, nay, to court him to embrace
A happiness, which, on his knees, with joy Prevail not with him. Here he comes; delay He should have sued for. Who repined not at Shall not make less
did him! Yet, in recompense Coz. What we purpose
Of your large bounties, the disloyal wretch Shall know no change, and therefore move me Makes you a stale; and, that he might be by
you We were made as properties, and what we shall Scorned and derided, gives himself up wholly Determine of them cannot be called rigour, To the service of another. If you can But noble justice. When they proved disloyal, Bear this with patience, we must say, you have They were cruel to themselves. The prince, that pardons
The bitterness of spleen, or ireful passions, The first affront offered to majesty,
Familiar to women.
Pause upon it, Invites a second, rendering that power
And when you seriously have weighed his carSubjects should tremble at, contemptible.
riage, Ingratitude is a monster, Carolo,
Move us again, if your reason will allow it, To be strangled in the birth, not to be cherished. His treachery known. And then, if you continue Madam, you are happily met with.
An advocate for him, we, perhaps, because Fio. Sir, I am
We would deny you nothing, may awake
[They whisper. When I made choice to be at
Fio. To endure a rival, that were equal to me, Vowed to deny me nothing.
Cannot but speak my poverty of spirit; Coz. To this minute
But an inferior, more: Yet true love must not We have confirmed it. What's your boon? Know or degrees, or distances. Lydia may be Fio. It is, sir,
As far above me in her forin, as she That you, in being gracious to your servant, Is in her birth beneath me; and what I The ne'er sufficiently praised Sanazarro, In Sanazarro liked, he loves in her. (That now under your heavy displeasure suffers) But if I free him now, the benefit Would be good unto yourselt. His services, Being done so timely, and contirming too So many, and so great, (your storm of fury My strength and power, my soul's best faculties Calmed by your better judgment) must inform being you,
Bent wholly to preserve him, must supply me Some little slip (for sure it is no more)
With all I am defective in, and bind bim
Coz. Does our nephew
eye from his offence (what 'tis I know not), Deliver it to us? And, I am confident, you will receive him
Car. In my judgment, sir,
He suffers more for his offence to you,
Coz. To enjoy Than in his fear of what can follow it.
Such happiness, what would we not dispense For he is so collected and prepared
with ? To welcome that you shall determine of him, Alph. Lod. Hie. We all kneel for the prince. As if his doubts and fears were equal to bim.
Con. Nor can it stand And sure he's not acquainted with much guilt, With your mercy, that are gracious to strangers, That more laments the telling one untruth, To be cruel to your own. Under your pardon (for 'twas a fault, sir,) Coz. But art thou certain Than others, that pretend to conscience, do
I shall behold her at the best? Their crying secret sins.
Car. If ever Coz. No more; this gloss
She was handsome, as it fits not me to say so, Defends not the corruption of the text;
She is now much bettered. Urge it no more,
Coz. Rise; thou art but dead [Carolo and the others whisper. If this prove otherwise. Lydia, appear, Fio. I once more must make bold, sir, And feast an appetite, almost pined to death To trench upon your patience. I have
With longing expectation to behold Considered my wrongs duly: Yet that cannot Thy excellencies: Thou, as beauty's queen, Divert my intercession for a man,
Shalt censure the detractors. Let my nephew Your grace, like me, once favoured. I am still Be led in triumph under her command; A suppliant to you, that you would vouchsafe We'll have it so; and Sąnazarro tremble The bearing his defence, and that I may, To think whom he hath slandered. We'll retire With your allowance, see, and comfort him. Ourselves a little, and prepare to meet Then, having heard all that he can alledge A blessing, which, imagination tells us, In his excuse for being false to you,
We are not worthy of, and then come forth; Censure him as you please.
But with such reverence, as if I were Coz. You will o'ercome;
Myself the priest, the sacrifice, my heart, There's no contending with you. Pray you, enjoy To offer at the altar of that goodness, What you desire, and tell him, he shall have That must or kill or save me. [Exit Cozino. A speedy trial, in which we'll forbear
Car. Are not these To sit as judge, because our purpose is
Strange gambols in the duke? To rise up his accuser.
Alph. Great princes have, Fio. All increase
Like meaner men, their weakness. Of happiness wait on Cozimo.
Lod. And may use it [Ereunt FIORINDA and CALAMINTA. Without controul or check. Alph. Was it no more?
Con. 'Tis fit they should ; Car. My honour's pawned for it.
Their privilege were less else than their subjects. Con. l'll second you.
Hie. Let them have their humours; there's no Lod. Since it is for the service and the safety
[Ereunt. Of the hopeful prince, fall what can fall, I'll run The desperate hazard.
[They all kneel. Enter Fiorinda, SA NAZARRO, and CalaminTA. Coz. Ha! what sue you for? Shall we be ever troubled ? Do not tempt
San. And can it be your bounties should fall That anger may consume you,
down Car. Let it, sir :
In showers on my ingratitude ? Or the wrongs The loss is less, though innocent we perish, Your greatness should revenge, teach you to pity? Than that your sister's son should fall, unbeard, What retribution can I make? what service Under your fury. Shall we fear to entreat Pay to your goodness, that in some proportion, 'That grace for him, that are your faithful ser- May to the world express I would be thankful? vants,
Since my engagements are so great, that all Which
you vouchsafe the count, like us a sub- | My best endeavours to appear your creature, ject?
Can but proclaim my wants, and what I owe Coz. Did not we vow, till sickness had forsook | To your magnificence. Thy daughter Lydia, and she appeared,
Fio. All debts are discharged In her perfect lealth and beauty, to plead for In this acknowledgment; Yet, since you please, bim,
I shall impose some terms of satisfaction We were deaf to all persuasion ?
For that, which you profess yourself obliged for : Car. And that hope, sir,
They shall be gentle ones, and such as will not, Hath wrought a miracle. She is recovered,
I hope, aftlict
you. And, if you please to warrant her, will bring Sun. Make me understand, The penitent prince before you.
Great princess, what they are, and obedience
Shall, with all cheerful willingness, subscribe Some blessed opportunity to move
The duke, with his consent, to make you mine, Fio. I will bind you to
But now, such is my star-crossed destiny, Make good your promise. First, I then enjoin When he beholds you as you are, he cannot you
Deny himself the happiness to enjoy you. To love a lady, that a noble way
And I as well in reason may entreat him
But I am cut off.
Enter Cozimo, CA ROLO, CONTARINO, and
others. I will be to you. This consented to, All injuries forgotten, on your lips
San. The duke! that countenance, once, I thus sign your quietus.
When it was cloathed in smiles, shewed like an San. I am wretched
angel's; In having but one life to be employed
But, now 'tis folded up in clouds of fury,
[The DUKE admiring LYDIA. To the fury of my prince, as ’tis your gift,
Lyd, Sir. With all the faculties of my soul I'll study,
Coz. A while In what I may, to serve you.
your musical tongue, and let me feast Fio. I am happy
My eyes with the most ravishing object that
They ever gazed on. There's no miniature
In her fair face, but is a copious theme
Which would (discoursed at large of) make a Sweet lady's this?
volume. San. 'Tis Lydia, madam, she
What clear arched brows! What sparkling eyes! Fio. I understand you.
The lilies Nay, blush not; by my life, she is a rare one ! Contending with the roses in her cheeks, And, if I were your judge, I would not blame Who shall most set them off! What ruby lips ! you,
Or unto what can I compare her neck, To like and love her.-But, sir, you are mine But to a rock of crystal ! Every limb now;
Proportioned to love's wish, and in their neatAnd I presuine so on your constancy, That I dare not be jealous.
Add lustre to the richness of her habit, San. All thoughts of her
Not borrow from it. Are in your goodness buried.
Lyd. You are pleased to shew, sir,
The fluency of your language, in advancing
Coz. How unworthy?
The Cyprian goddess' altars, eloquence
Would be struck duinb. And what have you deHe must be reconciled. What rugged Tartar,
served, then, Or cannibal, though bathed in huinan gore, (Wretches, you kneel too late) that have endeaBut, looking on your sweetness, would forget
voured His cruel nature, and let fall his weapon, To spout the poison of your black detraction Though then aimed at your throat ?
On this immaculate whiteness! Was it malice Giov. 0 Lydia,
To her perfections ? Orm
A gracious hearing to the count.
I will now
Lyd. And prince too; Discover to you that, which, till this minute, Do not make void such a grant. I durst not trust the air with. Ere you knew Coz. We will not; What power the magic of your beauty had, Yet, since their accusation must be urged, I was enchanted by it, liked, and loved it, And strongly, ere their weak defence have hearMy fondness still encreasing with my years;
(Seats the ladies. And, Aattered by false hopes, I did attend We seat you here, as judges, to determine