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He's blind with too much light. Have you not | Instead of little dogs, are privileged heard
To carry musk-cats. Of any private mistress he's engaged to ?
Fio. Now the ceremony Cal. Not any; and this does amaze me, ma- Is passed, what is the substance? dam,
Caland. I'll peruse That he, a soldier, one that drinks rich wines, My instructions, and then tell you. Her skirt Feeds high, and promises as much as Venus
kissed, Could wish to find from Mars, should, in his Inform her highness, that your
Cal. Who's that? Be so averse to women.
Caland. Prince Giovanni, who entreats your Fio. Troth, I know not;
grace, He's man enough; and, if he has a haunt, That he, with your good favour, may have leave He preys far off, like a subtle fox,
To present his service to you. I think I have Cal. And that way
nicked it, I do suspect him. For I learnt last night, For a courtier of the first form. (When the great duke went to rest) attended by Fio. To my wonder. One private follower, he took horse; but whither
Enter GIOVANNI and a Gentleman. He's rid, or to what end, I cannot guess at,
Return unto the prince. But he prevents But I will find it out.
My answer. Calaminta, take him off; Fio. Do, faithful servant ;
And, for the neat delivery of his message,
Give him ten ducats; such rare parts as yours
Are to be cherished.
It is the custom of the court, when ten
Are promised, five is fair. Fie! fie! the prinConning his neck-verse.
cess Caland. If I now prove perfect
Shall never know it, so you dispatch me quickly, In my A. B. C. of courtship, Calandrino
And bid me not come to-morrow. Is made for ever. I am sent-let me see,
Cal. Very good, sir. On a how d'ye, as they call it.
(Ereunt CALANDRINO and CALAMINTA. Cal. What would'st thou say?
Giov. Pray you, friend, Caland. Let me see my notes. These are her Inform the duke I am putting into act lodgings. Well.
What he commanded, Cal. Art thou an ass ?
Genl. I am proud to be employed, sir. Caland. Peace! thou art a court wag-tail,
[Erit gentleman. [CALANDRINO still looking on his instruc- Giov. Madam, that, without warrant, I pre
tions. To interrupt me.
To 'trench upon your privacies, may argue Fio. He has given it you.
Rudeness of manners : but the free access Caland. And then say to the illustrious Fi-o- Your princely courtesy vouchsafes to all rin-da
That come to pay their services, gives me hope I have it. Which is she?
To find a gracious pardon. Cal. Why this, Fop-doodle.
Fio. If you please, not Caland. Leave chattering, bullfinch; you would To make that an offence in your construction, put me out,
Which I receive as a large favour from you, But 'twill not do. Then, after you have made There needs not this apology. Your three obeisances to her, kneel and kiss Giov. You continue, The skirt of her gown. I am glad it is no worse. As you were ever, the greatest mistress of Are you the princess ?
Fair entertainment. Fio. Yes, sir.
Fio. You are, sir, the inaster, Caland. Then stand fair,
And in the country have learnt to out-do (For I am cholerick) and do not nip
All that in court is practised. But why should we A hopeful blossom. Out again. Three Inw Talk at such a distance? You are welcome, sir. Obeisances
[Reads. We have been more familiar; and since Fio. I am ready:
You will impose the province you should govern, Caland. I come on, then.
Of boldness on me, give me leave to say Cal. With much formality.
You are too punctual. Sit, sir, and discourse Caland. Hum! One, two, three.
As we were used.
When I obey you.
Fio. Nay, no more of this.
This worthy must be cherished.
You never can repent.
Fio. I glory in it. Afforded you?
And when he did return, but still with conquest, Giov. All pleasures, gracious madam,
His armour off, not young Antinous But the happiness to converse with your sweet Appeared more courtly; all the graces that virtues.
Render a man's society dear to ladies, I had a grave instructor, and my hours,
Like pages waiting on him; and it does Designed to serious studies, yielded me
Work strangely on me. Pleasure with profit, in the knowledge of
Giov. To divert
your thoughts, What before I was ignorant in ; the signior Though they are fixed upon a noble subject, Carolo de Charomonte being skilful
I am a suitor to you. To guide me through the labyrinth of wild pas- Fio. You will ask, sions,
I do presume, what I may grant, and then That laboured to imprison my free soul,
It must not be denied. A slave to vicious sloth.
Giov. It is a favour, Fio. You speak him well.
For which, I hope, your excellence will thank me, Giov. But short of his deserts. Then, for the Fio. Nay, without circumstance. time
Giov. That you would please Of recreation, I was allowed
To take occasion to move the duke, (Against the form followed by jealous parents That you, with his allowance, may command In Italy) full liberty to partake
This matchless virgin, Lydia, of whom
She's such a one, upon the forfeit of
Fio. 'Tis rank, he loves her :
But I will fit him with a suit. [Aside.) I pause By the example of her life and pureness,
not, To be, as she is, excellent. I but give you As if it bred or doubt or scruple in me, A brief epitome of her virtues, which,
To do what you desire; for I'll effect it, Dilated on at large, and to their merit,
And make use of a fair and fit occasion. Would make an ample story.
Yet, in return, I ask a boon of you, Fio. Your whole age,
And hope to find you, in your grant to me, So spent with such a father, and a daughter,
As I have been to you. Could not be tedious to you.
Gion, Command me, madam. Giov. True, great princess :
Fio. 'Tis near allied to yours. That you would And now, since you have pleased to grant the be hearing
A suitor to the duke, not to expose, Of my time's expence in the country, give me After so many trials of his faith, leave
The noble Sanazarro to all dangers,
And liberty to live in court; his arins,
And bis victorious sword and shield hung up And make a plain discovery. The duke's care For monuments. For my estate and person, holds the first
Giov, Hum! I'll embrace, fair princess, And choicest place; then, the respect the cour
Enter COZIMO. tiers Pay gladly to me, not to be contemned.
The soonest opportunity. The duke ! But that which raised in me the most delight, Coz. Nay, blush not; we smile on your priFor I'm a friend to valour, yas to hear
vacy, The noble actions truly reported
And come not to disturb you. You are equals, Of the brave count Sanazarro. I profess, And, without prejudice to either's honour, When it hath been, and ferventiy, delivered, May make a mutual change of love and courtHow boldly in the horror of a fight,
ship, Covered with fire and smoke, and, as if nature Till you are made one, and with holy rites; Hlad lent him wings, like lightning he hath fallen And we give suffrage to it. Upon the Turkish gallies, I have heard it
Giov. You are gracious. With a kind of pleasure, which hath whispered Coz. To ourself in this. But now break off: to me
Taken at once of the most curious viands, To walk a turn in the gallery, I'll acquaint
[E.rit PetrucHIO. That you should keep us company.
San. Tell him, I come Fior. We attend you. [Ereunt. For a visit only.' 'Tis a handsome pile this.
[Erit SANAZARRO. SCENE II.
Caup. Why, here is a brave fellow, and a right
one; BERNARDO, CAUPONI, PetrucHIO.
Nor wealth nor greatness makes him proud. Bern. Is my lord stirring ?
Bern. There are Caup. No, he's fast.
Too few of them; for most of our new courtiers, Pet. Let us take, then,
Whose fathers were familiar with the prices
But to cloth of tissue.
Enter CAROLO CHAROMONTE in a night gown, With hot and lusty wines.
PETRUCHIO following. Caup. A happiness
Car. Stand, you prating knaves, Those tramontanes ne'er tasted.
When such a guest is under my roof! See all Bern. Have they not
The rooms perfumed. This is the man that carStore of wine there?
ries Caup. Yes, and drink more in two hours, The sway and swing of the court; and I had raThan the Dutchman or the Dane in four and
Preserve him mine, with honest offices, thanPet. But what is't? French trash, made of rot- But I'll make no comparisons. Bid my daughter ten grapes,
Trim herself up to the height; I know this courAnd dregs lees of Spain, with Welch methe- tier glin,
Must have a smack at her; and, perhaps, by his A drench to kill a horse; but this pure nectar,
place, Being proper to our climate, is too fine
Expects to wriggle further. If he does, To brook the roughness of the sea.
I shall deceive his hopes; For I'll not taint Of this begets in us quick apprehensions, My honour for the dukedom. Which way went And active executions; whereas their
he? Gross feeding makes their understanding like it. Caup. To the round gallery. They can fight, and that's their all. (They drink. Car. I will entertain him
As fits his worth and quality, but no farther. Enter SANAZARRO, and a Servant.
Enter Sanazar RO. open, And not a servant stirring. See the horses San. I cannot apprehend, yet I have argued Set up, and clothed.
I can imagine, for what reasons
The great duke does einploy me hither; and, San. I'll make bold
What does increase the miracle, I must render a little further.
A strict and true account, at my return, Bern. Who is this?
Of Lydia, this lord's daughter, and describe Count Sanazarro!
In what she's excellent, and where defective. Pet. Yes, I know him. Quickly
'Tis a hard task; he that will undergo Remove the flaggon.
To make a judgment of a woman's beauty, San. A good day to you, friends!
And see through all her plasterings and paintNay, do not conceal your physick; I approve it, ings, And, if you please, will be a patient with you. Had need of Lynceus' eyes, and, with more ease, Pet. My noble lord
[Drinks. May look, like him, through nine mud-walls, than Sun. A health to yours. Well done!
make I see you love yourselves. And I commend you ; true discovery of her. But the intents 'Tis the best wisdom.
And secrets of my priuce's heart must be Pet. May it please your honour
Served, and not searched into.
Enter CAROLO CHAROMONTE.
What you are pleased to wish him.
Lyd. Would 'twere so ! Car. Most noble sir,
And then there is no blessing that can make Excuse my age, subject to ease and sloth, A hopeful, and a noble prince complete, That with no greater speed I have presented But should fall on him. O! he was our northMy service with your welcome.
star, San. 'Tis more fit
The light and pleasure of our eyes.
I feel myself another thing: Can charms
Be writ on such pure rubies? Her lips melt Your hospitable house, my stay being short, too; As soon as touched ! not those smooth gales that Your goodness, and the name of friend, which glide you
O'er happy Arabia, or rich Sabæa, Are pleased to grace me with, gave me assurance Creating, in their passage, gums and spices, A visit would not offend.
Can serve for a weak siinile to express Car. Offend, my lord !
The sweetness of her breath. Such a brave staI feel myself much younger for the favour.
ture How is it with our gracious master?
Homer bestowed on Pallas, every limb San. He, sir,
Proportioned to it.
less maid :
Taken all this while of me.
(Aside. Car. I am rich
San. And I must add, In his acknowledgment.
If your discourse and reason parallel San. Sir, I have heard
The rareness of your more than human form, Your happiness in a daughter.
You are a wonder. Car. Sits the wind there?
Aside. Car. Pray you, my lord, make trial : San. Fame gives her out for a rare master- She can speak, I can assure you; and, that my piece.
presence Car." 'Tis a plain village girl, sir, but obe- May not take from her freedom, I will leave dient ;
you: That's her best beauty, sir.
For know, my lord, my confidence dares trust her San. Let my desire
Where, and with whom, she plcases. . If he be To see her find a fair construction from you : Taken the right way with her, I cannot fancy I bring no loose thought with me.
A better match; and for false play, I know Car. You are that way,
The tricks, and can discern them. Petronella ! My lord, free from suspicion. Her own man- Pet. Yes, my good lord. ners,
Car. I have employment for you. Without an imposition from me,
(Ereunt Carolo and PETRONELLA.
Lyd. What is your will, sir?
San. Madam, you are so large a theme to I hope, will prompt her to it. As she is,
treat of, She come's to make a tender of that service And every grace about you offers to me Which she stands bound to pay.
Such copiousness of language, that I stand San. With your fair leave,
Doubtful which first to touch at. If I err, I make bold to salute you.
As in my choice I may, let me entreat you, Lyd. Sir, you have it.
Before I do offend, to sign my pardon ; Pet. I am her gentlewoman, will not he kiss Let this, the emblem of your innocence,
Give me assurance. This is coarse, 'faith.
(Aside. Lyd. My hand joined to yours, Car. How he falls off!
Without this superstition, confirms it. Lyd. My lord, though silence best becomes a Nor need I fear you will dwell long upon me; maid,
The barrenness of the subject yielding nothing And to be curious to know but what
That rhetoric, with all her tropes and figures, Concerns myself, and with becoming distance, Can amplify. Yet, since you are resolved May argue me of boldness, I must borrow To prove yourself a courtier in my praise, So much of modesty, as to enquire
As I'm a woman (and you men affirm Prince Giovanni's health.
Our sex loves to be flattered) I'll endure it. San. He cannot want
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
courtsbip For such an humble theme.
Cannot corrupt my courtesy. San. If the great duke
San. Will you hear me,
If I speak of love?
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 (bat 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? Delights, which to atchicve, danger is nothing, Lyd. So you, And loyalty but a word.
(Aside. At your return to court, do me the favour Lyd. I ne'er was proud;
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, Carried me from myself? In this my dulness, I have not yet determined. [Exit SANAZARRO. I've lost an opportunity.
[He turns to her. Car. Gone so abruptly? Lyd. 'Tis true,
[She fulls 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.