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So, by no means be credulous. For great men, And, when you are sued to in a noble
Be neither nice nor scrupulous.
directions. They may swear any thing; for the queen of love,
Cur. So shall you keep As they hold constantly, does never punish, Your fame untainted. But smile at lovers' perjuries.—Yet be wise, too; Lyd. As I would my life, sir. [Ereunt.
Cannot o'erreach a youth, my practice yields me
But little profit.
Enter GIOVANNI and the Servant.
Gior. 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. [Erit 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 from all men else.
San. You shall have further cause Serv. To serve your lordship,
To assure you of my faith and zeal to serve you. I wish I were invisible.
[Exit servant. And, when I have committed to your trust San. I am driven
(Presuming still on your retentive silence)
San. This assurance
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
excele For 'tis impossible, but as soon as seen,
lence, She must with adoration be sued to.
In your imagination, conceive A hermit at his beads, but looking on her, On what design, or whither, the duke's will Or the cold cynic, whom Corinthian Lais, Commanded me bence iast night? Not moved with her lust's blandishments, called
Giov. No, I assure you;
And it had been a rudeness to enquire
San. Grant me hearing.
understand And Dian's huntmanship, proud to serve under It only did concern you. Venus' soft ensigns. No, there is no way
Giov. Me, my lord? For me to hope fruition of my ends,
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!
San. You know the duke,
Giov. It hath pleased his highness
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
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
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. 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 (but that my haste commands me And be unscorched, as look upon
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 atchieve, 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.
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. (Erit SANAZARBO. 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.
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; yet 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.
Alph. And, to my fancy.
He did present great Alexander, mounted
And know it is your duty to cry up
San. Do not betray
[Aside to GIOVANNI. This phenix of our age?
Giov. I thank
you; San. I have seen a maid, sir;
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,
Gioo. 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,
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 deforınity?
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;
false, Should so transport you.
Giov. 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 me, 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 SAN AZARRO. 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. Gior. 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 conteniptible? Coz. We will be private; leave us. All my Well; we will clear our brows, and undermine
studies [Ereunt all but Cozimo. 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 how dear I hold her memory,
not Than in my cherishing the only issue
Discover 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. 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 To lay a strict command on Charomonte,
fear, To bring his daughter Lydia to the court: Her forwardness to prefer my suit hath ruined And, pray you, think, sir, that 'tis not my pur. What
, with such care, we built up.
Cox. Have you furnished
San. There's no sign
Of anger in his looks.
[Aside Fio. The hopeful prince, your nephew, sir, Giod. 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,
Describe her excellencies, as you taught me, He does appear, but much transformed from But he confirmed it. You look sad, as if
what You wished it were undone.
He was when he came hither. Giov. No, gracious madam,
Cal. I confess I am your servant for it.
I am not very wise; and yet I find
A fool, so he be parcel knave, in court
I'm in contemplation. I am unworthy of.
Giov. Don't you know me! Fior. You merit more,
Cal. I tell thee, no; on forfeit of my place, In prizing so a trifle. Take this diamond; I must not know myself, much less my father, I'll second what I have begun : for, know, But by petition: that petition lined, too, Your valour hath so won upon me, that
With golden birds, that sing to the tune of profit, Tis not to be resisted. I have said, sir,
Or I am deaf.
[Offering to kick him. Is wormwood. 'Tis apparent we are taken San. Nay, pray you, forbear. In our own noose, :-What's to be done?
Cal. I have all that's requisite Giov. I know not.
To the making up of a signior. My spruce ruff, And 'tis a punishment justly fallen upon me My hooded cloak, long stocking, and paned hose, For leaving Truth, a constant mistress, that My case of tooth-picks, and my silver fork, Ever protects her servants, to become
To convey an olive neatly to my mouth; A slave to lies and falsehood. What excuse And, what is all in all, my pockets ring Can we make to the duke? What mercy hope A golden peal, O, that the peasants in the for,
country, Our packing being laid open?
My quondam fellows, but saw me as I am !
How they would admire and worship me!
For instantly you must thither.
Cal. My grand signior,
Vouchsafe a bezolus manus, and a cringe
This night to Lydia.
Cal. An' it please your grace,
Shall I use my coach, or foot-cloth mule?
to make all speed; think not of You will be open-breasted.
pomp: Giov. 'Tis no time now,
Giov. Follow for your instructions, sirrah ! Our dangers being equal, to conceal
Cal. I have one suit to you,
My good lord.
you think, that, with some hazard of her life, Cal. That you would give me She would prevent your ruin?
A subtle court-charm, to defend me from Giov. I presume so :
The infectious air of the country. If, in the undertaking it, she stray not
Giov. What's the reasov? From what becomes her innocence; and to that Cal. Why, as this court-air taught me knavish Tis far from me to press her; I myself
wit, Will rather suffer.
By which I am grown rich; if that again San. 'Tis enough; this night
Should turn me fool and honest—-vain hopes, Write to her by your servant Calandrino,
farewell, As I shall give direction; my man
For I must die a beggar.
San. Go to, sirrah !
You'll be whipped for this. Shall bear him company. See, sir, to my wish Giov. Leave fooling, and attend us. (Ereunt.