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Good Charomonte hath broken, in his care For I do wish you all I know not how,
I must turn woman.
Cal. Were I on the rack, Or finds in me aught worthy to be loved, I could not shed a tear.—But I am mad, That little rivulet flowed from this spring; And, ten to onc, shall hang myself for sorrow, And so from me report him.
Before I shift my shirt. But hear you, sir, Con. Fame already
I'll separate you: When you are gone, what Hath filled his highness' ears with the true story will Of what you are, and how much bettered by him. Become of me? And 'tis his purpose to reward the travail
Giov. Why thou shalt to court with me. Of this grave sir, with a magnificent hand.
Cal. To see you worried ? For, though his tenderness hardly could consent Con. Worried, Calandrino ? To have you one hour absent from his sight, Cal. Yes, sir. For, bring this sweet face to For full three years he did deny himself
the court, The pleasure he took in you, that you, here, There will be such longing among the madams, From this great master, might arrive unto Who shall ingross it first, nay, tight and scratch The theory of those high mysteries
for it, Which you by action must make plain in court. That, if they be not stopped, for entertainment Tis, therefore, his request (and that, from him, They'll kiss his lips off. Nay, if you'll scape so, Your escellence must grant a strict command), And not be tempted to a farther danger, That instantly (it being not five hours riding) These succubæ are so sharp set, that you must You should take horse, and visit him. These his Give out you are an eunuch. letters
Con. Have a better Will yield you further reasons.
Opinion of court-ladies, and take care Cal. To the court ?
Of your own stake. Farewell the flower, then, of the country's gar- Cal. For my stake, 'tis past caring; land !
I would not have a bird of unclean feathers This is our sun, and, when he's set, we must not Handsel his lime-twig--and so much for him : Expect or spring or summer; but resolve There's something else that troubles me. For a perpetual winter.
Con. What's that? Car. Pray you observe
Cal. Why, how to behave myself in court, and [GIOVANNI reading the letter. tightly. The frequent changes in his face.
I have been told the very place transforms men, Con. As if
And that not one of a thousand, that, before, Ilis much unwillingness to leave your house Lived honestly in the country, on plain sallads, Contended with his duty.
But bring hiin thither, mark me that, and feed Car. Now he appears
him Collected and resolved
But a month or two with custards and court Giov. It is the duke !
cake-bread, The duke, upon whose favour all my hopes And he turns knave immediately. I would be And fortunes do depend. Nor must I check
honest; At his conimands, for any private motives But I must follow the fashion, or die a beggar. That do invite my stay here, though they are Giov. And, if I ever reach my hopes, believe Almost not to be mastered. My obedience,
it In my departing suddenly, shall confirm
We will share fortunes.
What her heart suffers, in that she is forced Con. I will answer that;
To take her last leave of you. l'se your own will.
Con. As I live, Gior. I would speak to you, sir,
A beauty without parallel. la such a phrase as might express the thanks Lyd. Must you go, then, My heart would gladly pay; but
So suddenly? Car. I conceive you :
Giov. There's no evasion, Lydia, And something I would say; but I must do it To gain the least delay, though I would buy it In that dumb rhetoric which you make use of; At any rate. Greatness, with private men VOL. II.
Esteemed a blessing, is to me a curse ;
Will be benighted. And we, whom, for our high births, they con- Giov. This kiss, bathed in tears, clude
May learn you what I should say.
Lyd. Give me leave
Car. And me to bring you
To the one half of your journey.
Giov. Your love puts
Car. I grow young,
When most I serve you. So high upon the pinnacles of state,
Con. Sir, the duke shall thank you. [Ereunt.
Alphonso, HIPPOLITO, HIERONIMO, with a Giov. O Lydia !
petition. Con. So passionate?
Alph. His highness cannot take it ill.
Hier. And our loves
Enter Cozino, the Duke.
To his person.
Present it In solitary groves, or in choice gardens;
boldly. From the variety of curious flowers
Coz. What needs this form? We are not Contemplate Nature's workmanship and won
grown so proud
As to disdain familiar conference
That they were flesh and blood, would be styled With what melodious harmony a quire
gods : Of angels sing, above, their maker's praises. In us to suffer it, were worse. Pray you, rise. And then, with chaste discourse, as we returned, Still the old suit? With too much curiousness Imp feathers to the broken wings of time;
[Reads. And all this I must part from!
You have too often searched this wound, which Con. You forget
yields The haste imposed upon us.
Security and rest, not trouble to me.
For here you grieve, that my firm resolution
My government, when I am dead, may breed
And family of the Medicis, now admired, Lyd. Sir, I was,
Contemptible. And ever am, your servant; but it was,
Hip. And, with strong reasons, sir. And ’tis, far from me, in a thought, to cherish Alph. For, were you old, and past hope to beSuch saucy hopes. If I had been the heir
get Of all the globes and sceptres mankind bows to, The model of yourself, we should be silent. At my best you had deserved me; as I am, Hier. But, being in your height and pride of Howe'er unworthy, in my virgin zeal
years, I wish you, as a partner of your bed,
As you are now, great sir, and having too A princess equal to you; such a one
In your possession the daughter of That may inake it the study of her life,
The deceased duke of Urbin, and his heir, With all the obedience of a wife, to please you. Whose guardian you are made, were you
but May you have happy issue, and I live
pleased To be their humblest handmaid.
To think her worthy of you, besides children, Giov. I am dumb,
The dukedom she brings with her for a dower, And can make no reply.
Will yield a large increase of strength and power Con. Your excellence
To these fair territories, which already
Acknowledge you their absolute lord.
The service I should pay.
Coz. Thou art too modest;
Enter Giovanni and CONTARINO.
Before it be demanded. Giovanni !
For her love I will be a father to thee,
And humblest subject.
A hopeful prince ! Carry him to his lodgings, We have disposed her otherwise. Yet despair And, for his farther honour, Sanazarro, not;
With the rest, do you attend him.
San. As the rising sun,
We do receive you, And hold the counsels of great Cozimo
Giov. May this never set, Oraculous.
But shine upon you ever.
[Exeunt GIOVANNI, SANAZARRO, HIERQEnter Lodovico and SANAZARRO.
NIMO, ALPHONSO, LODOVICO.
From Carolo de Charamonte?
Con. He obeyed your summons
But that he durst not cross your will, he would Coz. Still my nightingale,
Have sojourned longer there, he ever finding That with sweet accents dost assure me, that Variety of sweetest entertainment. My spring of happiness comes fast upon me. But there was something else; nor can I blame Embrace me boldly. I pronounce that wretch His youth, though with some trouble he took An enemy to brave and thriving action,
leave That darés believe, but in a thought, we are Of such a sweet companion. Too prodigal in our favours to this man,
Caz. Who was it? Whose merits, though with him we should divide Con. The daughter, sir, of Signior Carolo, Our dukedom, still continue us his debtor. Fair Lydia, a virgin at all parts, Hip. 'Tis far from me.
But in her birth and fortunes, equal to him. Alph. We all applaud it.
The rarest beauties Italy can boast of Coz. Nay, blush not, Sanazarro; we are proud Are but mere shadows to her, she the substance Of what we build up in thee; nor can our Of all perfection. And, what increases Election be disparaged, since we have not The wonder, sir, her body's matchless form Rereired into our bosom and our grace
Is bettered by the pureness of her soul; A glorious lazy drone, grown fat with feeding Such sweet discourse, such ravishing behaviour, On other's toil, but an industrious bee,
Such charming language, such enchanting manThat crops the sweet flowers of our enemies,
ners, And every happy evening returns
With a simplicity that shames all courtship, Loaded with wax and honey to our hive. Flow hourly from her, that I do believe
Sar. My best endeavours never can discharge Had Circe, or Calypso, her sweet graçes,
Wandering Ulysses never had remembered But I look up to her as on a princess
I dare not be ambitious of; and hope
Her prodigal graces shall not render me Con. Your excellence would be so, had you Oflending to your highness. seen her.
Coz. Not a scruple. Coz. Take up, Take up! But did your obser- He whom I favour, as I do my friend, vation
May take all lawful graces that become him. Note any passage of affection
But touching this hereafter; I have now Between her and my nephew?
(And though, perhaps, it may appear a trifle) Con. How it should
Serious employment for thee. Be otherwise between them, is beyond
Sun. I stand ready My best imagination. Cupid's arrows
For any act you please.
Coz. I know it, friend.
Of Carolo Charomonte?
San. Him I know, sir, NIy secretary, Contarino, and more skilled For a noble gentleman, and my worthy friend; In politic designs of state, than in
But never heard of her. Thy judgment of a beauty; give me leave
Coz. She is delivered,
But not as sent by us, that's our first caution.
That, though you are a bachelor, and endowed
[Exit ContaRINO. with Coz. Lydia! a diamond so long concealed, All those perfections that may take a virgin, And never worn in court? Of such sweet fea- On forfeit of our favour, do not tempt her. ture?
It may be her fair graces do concern us. And he on whom I fix my dukedom's hopes, Pretend what business you think fit, to gain Made captive to it? Hun ! 'Tis somewhat Access into her father's house, and there strange!
Make full discovery of her, and return me Our eyes are every where, and we will make A true relation. I have some ends in it, A strict inquiry. Sanazarro !
With which we will acquaint you.
San. This is, sir,
An easy task.
Coz. Yet, one that must exact Coz. Is my nephew at his rest?
secrecy and diligence. Let not Sun. I saw him in bed, sir.
Your stay be long.
Enter FIORINDA and CALAMINTA.
Fio. How does this dressing shew?
Cal. 'Tis of itself
Yet, being, as we are, an absolute princess,
Cal. With much reverence ;
Fio. Thou flatterest me.
Cal. I cannot:
fio, Were we less perfect,
Fio. No matter;
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 be, 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 lordmanners,
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. 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. Col. 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?
Gent. 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 bare 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 master, 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 wo A hopeful blossom. Out again. Three low 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 Col. With much formality.
You are too punctual. Sit, sir, and discourse Caland. Hum! One, two, three.
As we were used.