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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. If the great duke

San. Will you hear me,
Made this his end to try my constant temper, If I speak of love?
Though I am vanquished, 'tis his fault, not mine; Lyd. Provided you be modest ;
For I am flesh and blood, and have affections I were uncivil, else.
Like other men. Who can behold the temples, Car. They are come to parley:
Or holy altars, but the objects work

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?
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!
Loves her himself, why makes he choice of me Lyd. That, as I shall find you.
To be his agent? It is tyranny

The fort, that's yielded at the first assault,
To call one, pinched with hunger, to a feast, Is hardly worth the taking.
And at that instant cruelly deny him

Enter CAROLO.
To taste of what he sees. Allegiance,
Tempted too far, is like the trial of

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!
I was not bred in court, nor live a star there; Lyd. Under your favour, sir,
Nor shine in rich embroideries and pearl, His coming hither was to little purpose
As they, that are the mistresses of great fortunes, For any thing I heard from him.
Are every day adorned with.

Car. Take heed, Lydia !
San. Will you vouchsafe

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.

N

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.' 0! he was our northMy service with your welcome.

star, San. 'Tis more fit

The light and pleasure of our eyes.
That I should ask your pardon, for disturbing San. Where am I?
Your rest at this unseasonable hour.

I feel myself another thing: Can charms
But my occasions carrying me so near

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 simile 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. Holds still his wonted greatness, and confesses Car. This is strange, my lord ! Himself your debtor for your love and care San. I crave your pardon, and yours, matchTo the prince Giovanni, and had sent

less maid : Particular thanks by me, had his grace known

For such I must report you. The quick dispatch of what I was designed to Pet. There's no notice Would have licensed me to see you.

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 ber out for a rare naster- 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

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 ?
Enter Lydia and PETRONELLA.

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, too?

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

CAROLO abode.

dient ;

me,

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. If the great duke

San. Will you hear me,
Made this his end to try my constant temper,

If I speak of love?
Though I am vanquished, 'tis his fault, not mine; Lyd. Provided you be modest ;
For I am flesh and blood, and have affections I were uncivil, else.
Like other men. Who can behold the temples, Car. They are come to parley:
Or holy altars, but the objects work

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? 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?
Loves her himself, why makes he choice of me Lyd. That, as I shall find you.
To be his agent? It is tyranny

The fort, that's yielded at the first assault,
To call one, pinched with hunger, to a fcast, hardly worth the taking.
And at that instant cruelly deny him
To taste of what he sees. Allegiance,

Enter CAROLO.
Tempted too far, is like the trial of

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. (Erit SANAZARBO. I've lost an opportunity.

[He turns to her. Car. Gone so abruptly? Lyd. 'Tis true,

[She fulls off | 'Tis very strange!
I was not bred in court, nor live a star there; Lyd. Under your favour, sir,
Nor shine in rich einbroideries and pearl, His coming hither was to little purpose
As they, that are the mistresses of great fortunes, For any thing I heard from him.
Are every day adorned with.

Car. Take heed, Lydia !
San. Will you vouchsafe

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,

N

LITO.

seen

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.

[ Aside. trial 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 Gioo. I will use

My nephew's horsemanship? My best endeavour, sir.

Hip. In my judgment, sir, [Exeunt Giovanni, ALPHONSO, and HIPPO- It is exact and rare.

Alph. And, to my fancy.
Coz. Wait on my nephew.

He did present great Alexander, mounted
Nay, stay you, Concarino; be within call; On his Bucephalus.
It may be we shall use you. You have rode Coz. You are right courtiers,
hard, sir,

And know it is your duty to cry up
And we thank you for it. Every minute seems All actions of a prince.
Irksome and tedious to us, till

you
have

San. Do not betray
Made your discovery. Say, friend, have you Yourself; you're safe; I've done my part.

[Aside to GIOVANNI. This phænix of our age?

Giov. I thank you;
San. I have seen a maid, sir;

Nor will I fail.
But, if that I have judgment, no such wonder Coz. What's your opinion, nephew,
As she was delivered to you.

Of the horses?
Coz. This is strange!

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; Sun. 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,

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 ber, and am sorry,
I would not willingly say poor and rude: If I keep myself a friend to truth, I cannot
But, had she all the beauties of fair women, Report her as I would, so much I owe
The dulness of her soul would fright me from Her reverend father : but I'll give you, sir,
her.

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 deforinity?

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.

Gior. Nor ever shall, sir. Con. 'Troth, my lord, I thought then

Forgive me, 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 Auent Ovid, if he lived again, I ain of another faith ; for 'tis not fit

Would want words to express.

[Aside.

not

My

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. Gioo. Could I find now

Coz. Pray you, have patience. The princess Fiorinda, and persuade her This was strangely carrjed.--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 [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, 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.
Fio. Sir.

Fior. I thank your highness;
Coz. My fair charge, you are welcome to us. But speed in the performance of the grant
Fio. I have found it, sir.

Doubles the favour, sir.
Coz. All things go well in Urbin?

Coz. 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. 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,

fair!

(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. pose

Coz. Have you furnished
To employ her as a servant, but to use her Those coursers, as we willed you?
As a most wished companion.

San. There's no sign
Coz. Ha! your reason?

Of anger in his looks.

(Aside. Fio. The hopeful prince, your nephew, sir, Gion. 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- safety

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 undone. Seriously deliver this?

Fior. The duke Fior. 'I assure your grace,

No sooner heard me, with my best of language,

ners

me,

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