ACT.
I.
Enter
TROYLO
SAVELLI
,
and
LIVIO
.
TROYLO.
DOe
,
doe
,
be
wilfull
,
desperate
,
'tis
manly
,
Build
on
your
reputation
,
such
a
Fortune
May
furnish
out
your
Tables
,
trim
your
liveries
,
Enrich
your
heirs
,
with
purchase
of
a
Patrimony
Which
shall
hold
out
beyond
the
waste
of
riot
,
Sticke
Honours
on
your
Heraldry
,
with
titles
As
swelling
and
as
numerous
,
as
may
likely
Grow
to
a
pretty
volume
,
here's
eternity
,
All
this
can
reputation
,
marry
can
it
,
Indeed
what
not
?
Livio
.
Such
language
from
a
Gentleman
So
noble
in
his
quality
as
you
are
Deserves
in
my
weake
Iudgement
rather
pittie
Then
a
contempt
.
Troylo.
Could'st
thou
consider
Livio
The
fashion
of
the
times
,
their
study
,
practice
,
Nay
,
their
ambitions
,
thou
would'st
soone
distinguish
Betwixt
the
abject
lownesse
of
a
poverty
,
And
the
applauded
triumph
of
abundance
,
Though
compast
by
the
meanest
seruice
,
wherein
Shall
you
betray
your
guilt
to
common
censure
,
Waiving
the
private
charge
of
your
opinion
By
rising
up
to
greatnesse
,
or
at
least
To
plenty
which
now
buyes
it
.
Livio
Troylo-Savelli
,
Playes
merrily
on
my
wants
,
Troy.
Troylo-Savelli
.
Speakes
to
the
friend
he
loves
,
to
his
owne
Livio
,
Looke
prethee
through
the
great
Dukes
Court
in
Florence
,
Number
his
favorites
,
and
then
examine
By
what
steps
some
chiefe
Officers
in
state
Have
reach't
the
heigh
they
stand
in
.
Livio
By
their
merrits
.
Troylo
Right
,
by
their
merrits
,
well
he
merited
Th'Intendments
o're
the
Gallies
at
Ligorne
,
Made
grand
collector
of
the
customes
there
,
Who
led
the
Prince
unto
his
Wives
chastebed
,
And
stood
himselfe
by
,
in
his
night
gowne
,
fearing
The
iest
might
be
discovered
:
waste
not
handsome
?
The
Lady
knowes
not
yet
on't
.
Livio
.
Most
impossible
.
Troy.
He
merited
well
to
weare
a
roabe
of
Chamlet
,
Who
train'd
his
Brothers
daughter
(
scarce
a
girle
)
Into
the
Armes
of
Mont-Angentorato
,
Whiles
the
young
Lord
of
Telaxton
her
husband
.
Was
packetted
to
France
,
to
study
courtship
,
Under
forsooth
a
colour
of
employment
,
Employment
,
yea
of
honour
,
Liv.
Y'are
well
read
In
misteries
of
state
,
Troy.
Here
in
Sienna
.
Bold
Iulio
de
Varana
Lord
of
Camerine
.
Held
it
no
blemish
to
his
blood
and
greatnesse
,
From
a
plaine
Merchant
with
a
thousand
Ducats
To
buy
his
wife
,
nay
justifie
the
purchase
,
Procur'd
it
by
a
dispensation
From
Rome
,
allowed
and
warranted
:
twas
thought
By
his
Physitians
,
that
she
was
a
creature
,
Agreed
best
with
the
cure
of
the
disease
,
His
present
new
infirmity
then
labour'd
in
.
Yet
these
are
things
in
prospect
of
the
world
,
Advanc'd
imploi'd
,
and
eminent
.
Liv.
at
best
'Tis
but
a
goodly
pandarisme
.
Troy.
Shrewd
businesse
.
Thou
child
in
thrift
,
thou
foole
of
honesty
,
I'st
a
disparagement
for
gentlemen
,
For
friends
of
lower
ranck
to
doe
the
offices
Of
necessary
kindnesse
without
see
,
For
one
another
,
courtesies
of
course
,
Mirthes
of
society
,
when
petty
mushroomes
,
Transplanted
from
their
dunghils
spread
on
mountaines
.
And
passe
for
Cedars
by
their
servile
flatteries
On
great
mens
vices
?
—
Pander
—
th'art
deceived
,
The
word
includes
preferment
,
tis
a
title
Of
dignity
,
I
could
adde
somewhat
more
else
,
Livio
.
Adde
any
thing
of
reason
.
Troylo.
Castamela
.
Thy
beautious
sister
like
a
precious
Tissue
,
Not
shapt
into
a
garment
fit
for
wearing
,
Wants
the
adornments
of
the
Workemans
cunning
To
set
the
richnesse
of
the
piece
at
view
,
Though
in
her selfe
all
wonder
.
Come
Ile
tell
thee
,
Away
there
may
be
(
know
I
love
thee
Livio
)
To
fix
this
Iewell
in
a
Ring
of
gold
,
Yet
lodge
it
in
a
Cabanet
of
Ivory
,
White
pure
,
unspotted
Ivorie
,
put
case
Livio
himselfe
shall
keepe
the
key
on't
?
Livio
Oh
Sir
,
Create
me
what
you
please
of
yours
,
doe
this
,
You
are
another
Nature
,
Troy.
Be
then
pliable
.
Enter
Octavo
,
and
Nitido
.
Troylo.
Be
then
pliable
To
my
first
rules
of
your
advancement
—
See
,
Octavio
my
good
Uncle
,
the
great
Marquesse
Of
our
Siena
comes
as
we
could
wish
In
private
—
Noble
Sir
Oct.
My
bosomes
Secretary
,
My
dearest
,
best
lov'd
Nephew
.
Troylo.
We
have
beene
thirsty
In
our
pursuit
—
Sir
her's
a
gentleman
Desertfull
of
your
knowledge
,
and
as
covetous
Of
entertainment
from
it
,
you
shall
honour
Your
judgment
,
to
intrust
him
to
your
favours
,
His
merits
will
commend
it
.
Oct.
Gladly
welcome
.
Your
own
worth
is
a
herald
to
proclaim
it
:
For
tast
of
your
preferment
,
we
admit
you
The
chiefe
provisor
of
our
Horse
.
Livio
.
Your
bounty
Stiles
me
your
ever
servant
.
Troyo.
Hee's
our
owne
,
Surely
,
nay
most
perswadedly
—
my
thanks
Sir
Owes
to
this
just
engagement
.
Oct.
Slacke
no
time
To
enter
on
your
fortunes
—
thou
art
carefull
My
Troylo
in
the
study
of
a
duty
,
His
name
is
Livio
!
Li.
Livio
my
good
Lord
.
Oct.
Again
y'are
welcome
to
us
,
be
as
speedy
Deare
Nephew
as
th'art
constant
—
men
of
parts
,
Fit
parts
and
sound
are
rarelie
to
be
met
with
,
But
being
met
with
,
therefore
to
be
cherish'd
,
With
love
and
with
supportance
,
while
I
stand
,
Livio
can
no
way
fall
—
Yet
once
more
welcome
.
Exit
.
Oct.
Page
.
Troy.
An
honourable
liberality
,
Timely
dispos'd
without
delay
or
question
,
Commands
a
gratitude
,
is
not
this
better
Then
waiting
three
or
foure
months
at
livory
,
With
cup
and
knee
unto
this
chaire
of
state
,
And
to
their
painted
Arras
for
a
need
From
Goodman
Usher
,
or
the
formall
Secretary
Especially
the
Iugler
with
the
purse
,
That
paies
some
shares
,
in
all
a
yonger
brother
Sometimes
an
elder
,
not
well
trim'd
i'th
head-piece
,
May
spend
what
his
friends
left
in
expectation
,
Of
being
turned
out
of
service
for
attendance
Or
marry
a
waiting
woman
,
and
be
damb'd
for't
To
open
laughter
,
(
and
what's
worth
)
old
beggerie
,
What
thinkes
my
Livio
of
this
rise
at
first
?
Is't
not
miraculous
.
Livio
.
It
seemes
the
bargaine
,
Was
driven
before
betweene
yee
.
Troy.
'Twas
,
and
nothing
Could
void
it
,
but
the
peevish
resolution
Of
your
dissent
from
goodnesse
,
as
you
call
it
,
A
Thin
,
a
threadbare
honesty
,
a
vertue
Without
a
living
to't
.
Liv.
I
must
resolve
To
turne
my
sister
whore
,
speake
a
homeword
,
For
my
old
Batchelor
—
Lord
,
so
,
i'st
not
so
?
A
trifle
in
respect
of
present
meanes
,
Here's
all
—
Troy.
Be
yet
more
confident
,
the
slaverie
Of
such
an
abject
office
,
shall
not
tempt
The
freedome
of
my
spirit
,
stand
ingenious
To
thine
owne
fate
,
and
we
will
practise
wisely
Without
the
charge
of
scandall
.
Liv.
May
it
prove
so
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
SECCO
with
a
Castingbottle
,
sprinckling
his
Hatte
and
Face
,
and
a
little
lookeing
glasse
at
his
Girdle
,
setting
his
Countenance
.
Secco
.
Admirable
incomparably
admirable
!
to
be
the
minion
,
the
darling
,
the
delight
of
love
,
'tis
a
very
tickling
to
the
marrow
,
a
kissing
i'th
blood
,
a
bosoming
the
extasie
,
the
rapture
of
virginity
,
soule
and
paradise
of
perfection
—
ah
—
pitty
of
generation
Secco
,
there
are
no
more
such
men
.
Spa.
O
yes
,
if
any
man
,
woman
,
or
beast
,
have
found
,
stolne
,
or
taken
up
a
fine
,
very
fine
male
Barber
,
of
the
age
of
above
or
under
eighteene
more
or
lesse
.
Sec.
Spadone
,
hold
,
what's
the
noise
?
Spa.
Umh
—
pay
the
cryer
,
I
have
bin
almost
Iost
my selfe
in
seeking
you
,
heere's
a
letter
from
—
Sec.
Whom
,
whom
my
deare
Spadoue
,
whom
?
Spa.
Soft
and
faire
,
and
you
be
so
briefe
,
I'le
returne
it
whence
it
came
,
or
looke
out
a
new
owner
,
O
yes
.
Sa.
Low
,
low
,
what
dost
meane
,
i'st
from
the
glory
of
beauty
,
Morosa
the
fairest
faire
,
be
gentle
to
me
,
here's
a
duccat
,
peake
lowe
prethe
.
Spa.
Give
me
one
,
and
take
t'other
,
'tis
from
the
party
,
Golden
newes
believe
it
.
Sec.
Honest
Spadone
divine
Morosa
.
Spa.
Fairest
faire
,
quoth
a
,
so
is
an
old
rotten
Codled
mungrell
,
parcell
Bawde
,
parcell
midwife
,
all
the
markes
are
quite
out
of
her
mouth
,
not
the
stumpe
of
a
tooth
left
in
her
head
,
to
mumble
the
curd
of
a
Posset
—
Seignior
'tis
as
I
told
yee
,
all's
right
,
Sec.
Right
,
just
as
thou
tould'st
me
,
all's
right
,
Spa.
To
a
very
haire
Seignior
mio
.
Sec.
For
which
Sirrah
Spadone
,
I
will
make
thee
a
man
,
a
man
,
dost
heare
?
I
say
a
man
.
Spa.
Th'art
a
prickeard
foyst
,
a
citterne
headed
gew, gaw
,
a
knacke
,
a
snipper-snapper
,
twit
mee
with
the
decrements
of
my
pendants
,
though
I
am
made
a
gelding
,
and
like
a
tame
Buck
have
lost
my
Dowsets
,
more
a
monster
then
a
Cuckold
with
his
hornes
seene
,
yet
I
scorne
to
be
jeer'd
by
any
checker
,
aproved
Barbarian
of
yee
all
,
make
me
a
man
,
I
defie
thee
.
Sec.
How
now
fellow
,
how
now
,
roring
ripe
indeed
?
Spa.
Indeed
?
Th'art
worse
,
a
drie
shaver
,
a
copper
basand-suds-monger
.
Sec.
Nay
,
nay
,
by
my
Mistresse
faire
eyes
I
meant
no
such
thing
.
Spa.
Eyes
in
thy
belly
,
the
reverend
Madam
shall
know
how
I
have
beene
used
,
I
will
blow
my
nose
in
thy
casting
bottle
,
breake
the
teeth
of
thy
combes
,
poyson
thy
camphire
Balls
,
slice
out
thy
towels
with
thine
owne
razor
,
betallow
thy
tweezes
,
and
urine
in
thy
bason
,
make
me
a
man
?
Sec.
Hold
take
another
Duccat
,
as
I
love
new
cloathe
;
Spa.
Or
cast
old
ones
.
Sec.
Yes
or
cast
old
ones
,
I
intended
no
injury
.
Spa.
Good
,
we
are
piec'd
againe
,
reputation
,
Seignior
,
is
precious
.
Sec.
I
know
it
is
.
Spa.
Old
sores
would
not
be
rub'd
.
Sec.
For
me
never
.
Spa.
The
Lady
guardianesse
,
the
mother
of
the
Fancies
,
is
resolved
to
draw
with
yee
,
in
the
wholesome
of
matrimony
,
suddenly
.
Sec.
Shee
writes
as
much
,
and
Spadone
,
when
wee
are
married
.
Spa.
You
will
to
bed
no
doubt
.
Sec.
We
will
revell
in
such
variety
of
delights
.
Spa.
Doe
miracles
and
get
Babies
.
Sec.
Live
so
sumptuously
.
Spa.
In
feather
and
old
furres
.
Sec.
Feed
so
deliciously
.
Spa.
On
Pap
and
Bulbeese
.
Sec.
Enjoy
the
sweetnes
of
our
yeers
.
Spa.
Eighteene
and
threescore
with
advantage
,
Sec.
Tumble
and
wallow
in
aboundance
.
Spa.
The
pure
christall
puddle
of
pleasures
.
Sec.
That
all
the
world
should
wonder
.
Spa.
A
pox
on
them
that
envy
yee
.
Sec.
How
doe
the
beauties
(
my
dainty
knave
)
live
,
wish
,
thinke
,
and
dreame
,
sirrah
ha
.
Spa.
Fumble
one
with
an other
,
on
the
gambos
of
imagination
betweene
their
legs
,
eate
they
doe
,
and
sleepe
,
game
,
laugh
,
and
lye
downe
,
as
beauties
ought
to
doe
,
there's
all
.
Sec.
Commend
me
to
my
choisest
,
and
tell
her
,
the
minute
of
her
appointment
shall
be
waited
on
,
say
to
her
,
she
shall
find
me
a
man
at
all
points
.
Enter
NITIDO
.
Spa.
Why
,
there's
another
quarrell
,
man
,
once
more
in
spight
of
my
nose
.
Nit.
Away
Secco
away
,
my
Lord
cals
,
a'
ha's
a
loose
haire
started
from
his
fellowes
,
a
clip
of
your
art
is
commanded
.
Sec.
I
fly
Nitido
,
Spadone
remember
me
.
Exit
.
Nit.
Trudging
betweene
an
old
moyle
,
and
a
young
Calfe
,
my
numble
intelligencer
,
what
,
thou
fatten'st
apace
on
Capon
still
?
Spa.
Yes
,
crimpe
,
'tis
a
gallant
life
to
bee
an
old
Lords
pimpe
whiskin
,
but
beware
of
the
porters
lodge
,
for
carrying
tales
out
of
the
schoole
.
Nit.
What
a
terrible
sight
to
a
lib'd
breech
is
a
sow
gelder
?
Spa.
Not
so
terrible
as
a
crosse
tree
that
never
growes
,
to
a
wag-halter-Page
.
Nit.
Good
!
witty
rascall
,
th'art
a
Satire
I
protest
,
but
that
the
Nimphs
need
not
feare
the
evidence
of
thy
mortality
,
goe
put
on
a
cleane
bib
,
and
spinne
amongst
the
Nuns
,
sing'em
a
bawdy
song
,
all
the
children
thou
ge'tst
,
shall
bee
christened
in
wassaile
bowles
,
and
turn'd
into
a
college
of
men
Midwives
,
farewell
night-mare
.
Spa.
Very
,
very
well
,
if
I
dye
in
thy
debt
for
this
crackrope
)
let
me
be
buried
in
a
cole-sacke
,
I'le
fit
yee
,
(
apes
face
)
looke
for't
.
Nit.
And
still
the
Vrchin
would
,
but
could
not
doe
.
sing
.
Spa.
Marke
the
end
on't
,
and
laugh
at
last
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Romanello
and
Castamela
.
Rom.
Tell
me
you
cannot
love
me
,
Chast.
You
importune
Too
strict
a
resolution
,
as
a
gentleman
Of
commendable
parts
,
and
faire
deserts
,
In
every
sweet
condition
that
becomes
A
hopefull
expectation
,
I
doe
honour
Th'example
of
your
youth
,
but
Sir
our
fortunes
Concluded
on
both
sides
in
narrow
bands
,
Move
you
to
conster
gently
my
forbearance
,
In
argument
of
fit
consideration
.
Rom.
Why
Castamela
,
I
have
shapt
thy
vertues
(
Even
from
our
childish
yeeres
)
into
a
dowry
Of
richer
estimation
,
then
thy
portion
,
Doubled
an
hundred
times
,
can
equall
:
now
I
cleerely
find
,
thy
current
of
affection
Labours
to
fall
into
the
guilt
of
riot
,
Not
the
free
ocean
of
a
soft
content
.
You'd
marry
pompe
and
plenty
,
'tis
the
Idoll
(
I
must
confesse
)
that
creatures
of
the
time
,
Bend
their
devotions
to
,
But
I
have
fashion'd
Thoughts
much
more
excellent
of
you
.
Cast.
Enjoy
your
own
prosperity
,
I
am
resolv'd
,
Never
by
any
charge
with
me
,
to
force
A
poverty
upon
yee
,
want
of
love
.
'Tis
rarely
cherish'd
with
the
love
of
want
.
Ile
not
be
your
undoing
.
Rom.
Sure
some
dotage
Of
living
stately
,
richly
,
lend
a
cunning
To
Eloquence
.
How
is
this
piece
of
goodnesse
Chang'd
to
ambition
?
oh
you
are
most
miserable
In
your
desires
,
the
female
curse
ha's
caught
yee
.
Cast.
Fie
,
fie
,
how
il
this
suits
.
Rom.
A
Divell
of
pride
,
Ranges
in
airy
thoughts
to
catch
a
starre
,
Whiles
yee
graspe
mole-hils
.
Cast.
Worse
and
worse
I
vow
.
Rom.
But
that
some
remnant
of
an
honest
sence
,
Ebbes
a
full
tide
of
blood
to
shame
,
all
women
Would
prostitute
al
honour
to
the
luxurie
of
ease
and
titles
.
Cast.
Romanello
,
know
You
have
forgot
the
noblenesse
of
truth
,
And
sixt
on
scandall
now
.
Rom.
A
Dogge
,
a
Parrot
,
A
Monkey
,
a
Caroach
,
a
guarded
lackey
,
A
waiting
woman
with
her
lips
seald
up
,
Are
pretty
toyes
to
please
my
Mistresse
wonton
:
So
is
a
fiddle
too
,
'twill
make
it
dance
,
Or
else
be
sicke
and
whine
.
Cast.
This
is
uncivill
.
I
am
not
Sir
your
charge
.
Rom.
My
griefe
you
are
,
For
all
my
services
are
lost
and
ruin'd
.
Chast.
So
is
my
chiefe
opinion
of
your
worthinesse
,
When
such
distractions
tempt
yee
,
you
would
prove
A
cruell
Lord
,
who
dare
,
being
yet
a
servant
,
As
you
professe
,
to
bait
my
best
respects
Of
duty
to
your
welfare
,
'tis
madnesse
I
have
not
oft
observed
,
possesse
your
freedome
.
You
have
no
right
in
me
,
let
this
suffice
:
I
wish
your
joyes
much
comfort
.
Enter
LIVIO
fresh
suited
.
Liv.
Sister
,
looke
yee
,
How
by
a
new
creation
off
my
Taylors
,
I've
shooke
off
old
mortality
,
the
rags
Of
home
spun
Gentry
(
prethee
sister
marke
it
)
Are
cast
by
,
and
I
now
appeare
in
fashion
Vnto
men
,
and
receiv'd
,
observe
me
sister
,
The
consequence
concernes
you
.
Cast.
True
good
Brother
,
For
my
well
doing
must
consist
in
yours
.
Li.
Heere's
Romanello
,
a
fine
temper'd
gallant
,
Of
decent
carriage
,
of
indifferent
meanes
,
Considering
that
his
sister
,
new
hoist
up
,
From
a
lost
merchants
warehouse
,
to
the
titles
Of
a
great
Lords-bed
,
may
supply
his
wants
Not
sunck
in
his
acquaintance
,
for
a
scholler
Able
enough
,
and
one
who
may
subsist
Without
the
helpe
of
friends
,
provided
alwayes
,
He
flie
not
upon
wedlocke
without
certainty
Of
an
advancement
,
else
a
batchelor
May
thrive
by
observation
on
a
little
.
As
single
life's
no
burthen
,
but
to
draw
In
yoakes
is
chargeable
,
and
will
require
A
double
maintenance
,
why
I
can
live
Without
a
wife
,
and
purchase
.
Rom.
I'st
a
mysterie
?
Y'ave
lately
found
out
Livio
,
or
a
cunning
Conceal'd
,
till
now
for
wonder
?
Livio
.
Pish
,
believe
it
,
Endevours
and
an
active
braine
,
are
better
Then
patrimonies
left
by
parents
.
Prove
it
,
One
thrives
by
cheating
;
shallow
fooles
and
unthrifts
,
Are
game
knaves
onely
slie
at
:
then
a
fellow
Presumes
on
his
haire
,
and
that
his
backe
can
toile
For
fodder
from
the
City
,
lies
:
another
Reputed
valiant
,
lives
by
the
sword
,
and
takes
up
Quarrels
or
braves
them
,
as
the
novice
likes
,
To
guild
his
reputation
,
most
improbable
.
A
wor'd
of
desperate
undertakings
,
possibly
,
Procures
some
hungry
meales
,
some
taverne
surfets
,
Some
frippery
to
hide
nakednesse
:
perhaps
The
scambling
halfe
a
duccat
now
and
then
To
rore
and
noyse
it
with
the
tatling
hostesse
,
For
a
weekes
lodging
:
these
are
pretty
shifts
,
Soules
bankerupt
of
their
royalty
submit
to
.
Give
me
a
man
,
whose
practice
and
experience
,
Conceives
not
barely
the
Philosophers
stone
,
But
indeed
ha's
it
,
one
whose
wit's
his
Indies
.
The
poore
is
most
ridiculous
.
Rom.
Y'are
pleasant
In
new
discoveries
of
fortune
;
use
them
With
moderation
,
Livio
.
Cast.
Such
wilde
language
Was
wont
to
be
a
stranger
to
your
custome
;
How ever
,
Brother
,
you
are
pleas'd
to
vent
it
,
I
hope
for
recreation
.
Li.
Name
and
honour
.
What
are
they
?
a
meer
sound
without
supportance
,
A
begging
chastity
,
youth
,
beauty
,
hansomnesse
,
Discourse
,
behaviour
which
might
charm
attention
,
And
curse
the
gazers
eyes
into
amazement
;
Are
Natures
common
bounties
.
So
are
Diamonds
Uncut
,
so
flowers
unworne
,
so
silke-wormes
webs
Unwrought
,
gold
unrefin'd
,
then
all
those
glories
are
of
esteeme
,
when
us'd
and
set
at
price
,
There's
no
darke
sence
in
this
.
Rom.
I
understand
not
The
drift
on't
,
nor
how
meant
,
nor
yet
to
whom
.
Cast.
Pray
Brother
be
more
plaine
.
Liv.
First
Romanello
,
This
for
your
satisfaction
:
if
you
waste
More
houres
in
courtship
to
this
maid
,
my
sister
,
Weighing
her
competency
with
your
owne
,
You
goe
about
to
build
without
foundation
;
So
that
care
will
prove
void
.
Rom.
A
sure
acquittance
,
If
I
must
be
discharged
.
Liv.
Next
Castamela
,
To
thee
(
my
owne
lov'd
Sister
)
let
me
say
I
have
not
beene
so
bountifull
,
in
shewing
To
Fame
,
the
treasure
,
which
this
age
hath
open'd
,
As
thy
true
value
merits
.
Cast.
You
are
merry
.
Liv.
My
jealousie
of
thy
fresh
blooming
yeeres
,
Prompted
a
feare
of
husbanding
too
charily
Thy
growth
to
such
perfection
,
as
no
flattery
Of
are
can
perish
now
.
Cast.
Here's
talke
in
riddles
.
Brother
,
th'exposition
?
Liv.
I'le
no
longer
Chamber
thy
freedome
,
we
have
beene
already
Thrifty
enough
in
our
lowe
fortunes
,
henceforth
Command
thy
liberty
,
with
that
thy
pleasures
.
Rom.
Is't
come
to
this
?
Cast.
Y'are
wondrous
full
of
curtesie
.
Livio
.
Ladies
of
birth
an
I
quality
are
suitors
For
being
knowne
t'ee
,
I
have
promised
,
sister
,
They
shall
partake
your
company
.
Cast.
What
Lady
es
,
Where
,
when
,
how
,
who
?
Liv.
A
day
,
a
weeke
,
a
month
Sported
amongst
such
beauties
,
is
a
gaine
On
time
,
th'are
young
,
wife
,
noble
,
faire
,
and
chast
.
Cast.
Chast
?
Livio
.
Castamela
chast
,
I
would
not
hazard
My
hopes
,
my
joyes
of
thee
,
on
dangerous
triall
.
Yet
if
(
as
it
may
chance
)
a
neat
cloath'd
merriment
Passe
without
blush
in
tatling
to
the
words
,
Fall
not
too
broad
,
'tis
but
a
pastime
smil'd
at
Amongst
your selves
in
counsaile
,
but
beware
Of
being
over-heard
.
Cast.
This
is
pretty
.
Rom.
I
doubt
I
know
not
what
yet
must
be
silent
.
Enter
TROYLO
,
FLORIA
,
CLARELLA
,
SILUIA
and
NITIDO
.
Li.
They
come
as
soon
as
spoke
of
—
sweetest
faire-ones
My
sister
cannot
but
conceive
this
honour
Particular
in
your
respects
:
Deare
sir
You
grace
us
in
your
favours
.
Troy.
Vertuous
Lady
.
Flo.
We
are
your
servants
.
Clar.
Your
sure
friends
.
Sil.
Society
,
May
fix
us
in
a
league
.
Cast.
All
fitly
welcome
.
I
find
not
reason
(
gentle
Ladyes
)
whereon
To
cast
this
debt
of
mine
,
but
my
acknowledgement
Shall
study
to
pay
thankfulnesse
.
Troy.
Sweet
beauty
,
Your
Brother
hath
indeed
beene
too
much
churle
In
this
concealement
from
us
all
,
who
love
him
,
Of
such
desir'd
a
presence
.
Sil.
Please
to
enrich
us
With
your
wish'd
amity
.
Flo.
Our
coach
attends
;
We
cannot
be
deny'd
:
Clar.
Command
it
Nitido
.
Nit.
Ladies
,
I
shall
,
now
for
a
lusty
harvest
.
'Twill
prove
a
cheap
yeare
,
should
these
barnes
be
fil'd
once
,
Cast.
Brother
one
word
in
private
.
Livio
.
Phew
—
anon
I
shall
instruct
at
large
.
—
we
are
prepar'd
And
easily
intreated
;
'tis
good
manners
Not
to
be
troublesome
.
Troy.
Thou
art
perfect
Livio
.
Cast.
Whether
—
but
—
hee's
my
brother
.
Troy.
Faire
,
your
arme
.
I
am
your
Usher
Lady
.
Cast.
As
you
please
sir
.
Liv.
I
waite
you
to
your
coach
,
Some
two
houres
hence
.
I
shall
returne
againe
.
Exeunt
.
Rom.
Troylo-Savelli
,
Next
heire
unto
the
marquesse
?
and
the
Page
too
?
The
Marquesses
owne
page
,
Livio
transform'd
Into
a
suddaine
bravery
,
and
alter'd
In
Nature
,
or
I
dreame
?
amongst
the
Ladies
,
I
not
remember
I
have
seene
one
face
.
There's
cunning
in
these
changes
,
I
am
resolute
,
Or
to
pursue
the
trick
on't
,
or
lose
labour
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
II.
Enter
FLAVIO
supported
by
CAMILLO
,
and
VESPUCI
.
Flavia.
Not
yet
return'd
.
Cam.
Madam
.
Fla.
The
Lord
our
husband
,
We
meane
,
unkind
!
foure
houres
are
almost
past
,
(
But
twelve
short
minutes
wanting
by
the
glasse
)
Since
we
broke
company
,
was
never
(
gentlemen
)
Poore
Princesse
us'd
so
?
Ves.
With
your
gracious
favour
,
Peeres
great
in
ranck
and
place
,
ought
of
necessity
To
attend
on
state
employments
.
Cam.
For
such
duties
,
Are
all
their
toyle
and
labour
,
but
their
pleasures
Flow
in
the
beauties
they
injoy
,
which
conquers
All
sence
of
other
travaile
.
Fla.
Trimly
spoken
.
When
we
were
common
,
mortall
,
and
a
subiect
,
As
other
creatures
of
heavens
making
are
,
(
the
more
the
pitty
)
blesse
us
!
how
we
waited
For
the
huge
play
day
when
the
Pageants
flutter'd
About
the
City
,
for
we
then
were
certaine
,
The
Madam
courtiers
,
would
vouchsafe
to
visit
us
,
And
call
us
by
our
names
,
and
eate
our
viands
:
Nay
give
us
leave
to
sit
at
the
upper
end
of
our
owne
Tables
,
telling
us
how
welcome
They'd
make
us
,
when
we
came
to
Court
:
full
little
Dream't
I
at
that
time
of
the
wind
that
blew
me
Up
to
the
Weathercocke
of
th'honours
,
now
Are
thrust
upon
me
,
but
we
beare
the
burthen
,
Were't
twice
as
much
as
'tis
,
the
next
great
feast
,
Wee'l
grace
the
City
wives
(
poore
soules
)
and
see
How
they'le
behave
themselves
,
before
our
presence
.
You
two
shall
wait
on
us
.
Ves.
With
best
observance
,
And
glory
in
our
service
.
Cam.
Wee
are
creatures
Made
proud
in
your
commands
.
Fla.
Beleeve't
you
are
so
And
you
shall
find
Vs
readier
in
your
pleasures
,
Then
you
in
your
obedience
,
fie
methinks
I
have
an
excellent
humor
to
be
pettish
;
A
little
toysome
,
'tis
a
pretty
signe
Of
breeding
,
i'st
not
sirs
?
I
could
indeed
la
,
Long
for
some
strange
good
things
now
.
Cam.
Such
newes
,
Madam
.
Would
over-joy
my
Lord
your
husband
.
Ves.
Cause
Bonfires
and
bell
ringings
Fla.
I
must
be
with
childe
then
,
And't
be
but
for
the
publique
Iollity
,
Or
lose
my
longings
,
which
were
mighty
pitty
.
Cam.
Sweet
fates
forbid
it
.
Enter
Fabricio
.
Fab.
Noblest
Lady
—
Ves.
rudenesse
Keepe
off
,
or
I
shal
—
sawcy
groome
,
learn
manners
,
Goe
swab
amongst
your
Goblins
.
Fla.
Let
him
stay
,
The
fellow
I
have
seene
,
and
now
remember
His
name
,
Fabricio
.
Fab.
Your
poore
Creature
Lady
;
Out
of
your
gentlenesse
,
please
you
to
consider
The
briefe
of
this
petition
,
which
containes
All
hope
of
my
last
fortunes
.
Fla.
Give
it
from
him
.
Cam.
Here
Madam
—
marke
Vespuci
,
how
the
Wittol
stares
on
his
sometime
wife
!
sure
he
imagines
To
be
a
cuckold
,
by
consent
,
is
purchase
Of
appprobation
in
a
state
.
Ves.
Good
reason
.
The
gaine
repriev'd
him
from
bankerours
statute
,
And
fil'd
him
in
the
charter
of
his
freedome
.
Shee
had
seene
the
fellow
,
didst
observe
.
Cam.
Most
punctually
.
Could
call
him
by
his
name
too
,
why
'tis
possible
,
Shee
ha's
not
yet
forgot
a'
was
her
husband
.
Ves.
That
were
strange
,
oh
'tis
a
precious
trincket
.
Was
ever
puppet
so
slipt
up
?
Cam.
The
tale
Of
Venus
Cat
(
man
)
chang'd
into
a
woman
,
Was
embleme
but
to
this
,
she
turnes
.
Vef
'A
stands
just
like
Action
in
the
painted
cloth
Cam.
No
more
.
Fla.
Friend
we
have
read
,
and
weighed
the
sum
Of
what
your
Scrivener
,
which
in
effect
Is
meant
your
counsell
learned
,
ha's
drawn
for
yee
:
'Tis
a
faire
hand
insooth
,
but
the
contents
Somewhat
vnseasonable
,
for
let
us
tell
yee
,
Y'ave
beene
a
spender
,
a
vaine
spender
,
wasted
Your
stocke
of
credit
,
and
of
Wares
unthriftily
.
You
are
a
faulty
man
,
and
should
we
urge
Our
Lord
as
often
for
supplies
,
as
shame
,
Or
wants
drive
you
to
aske
,
it
might
be
construed
An
impudence
,
which
we
desie
,
an
Impudence
,
Base
in
base
Women
,
but
in
Noble
sinfull
.
Are
yee
not
asham'd
yet
of
your selfe
?
Fab.
Great
Lady
,
Of
my
misfortunes
I
am
asham'd
.
Cam.
So
,
so
,
This
jeere
twangs
roundly
,
doe's
it
not
Vespuci
?
Ves.
Why
heere's
a
Lady
worshipfull
.
Fla.
Pray
gentlemen
,
Retire
awhile
;
this
fellow
shall
resolve
Some
doubts
that
stick
about
me
.
Ambo.
As
you
please
.
Exeunt
.
Fla.
To
thee
Fabricio
,
oh
the
change
is
cruell
Since
I
find
some
small
leisure
,
I
must
justifie
,
Thou
art
unworthy
of
the
name
of
man
.
These
holy
vowes
,
which
we
by
bonds
of
Faith
,
Recorded
in
the
register
of
Truth
,
Were
kept
by
me
unbroken
,
no
assaults
Of
guists
of
courtship
from
the
great
and
wanton
,
No
threats
,
nor
sence
of
poverty
(
to
which
Thy
riots
had
betray'd
me
)
could
betray
My
warrantable
thoughts
,
to
impure
folly
.
VVhy
wouldest
thou
force
me
miserable
?
Fab.
The
scorne
Of
rumor
,
is
reward
enough
,
to
brand
My
lewder
actions
,
'twas
I
thought
impossible
,
A
beauty
fresh
as
was
your
youth
,
could
brooke
The
last
of
my
decayes
,
Fla.
Did
I
complaine
?
My
sleeps
between
thine
arms
,
were
even
as
sound
,
My
dreames
as
harmelesse
,
my
contents
as
free
,
As
when
the
best
of
plenty
crown'd
our
bride
bed
.
Amongst
some
of
a
meane
,
but
quiet
fortune
,
Distrust
of
what
they
call
their
owne
,
or
Iealousie
Of
those
whom
in
their
bosomes
they
possesse
VVithout
controule
,
begets
a
selfe
unworthinesse
;
For
which
feare
,
or
what
is
worst
desire
,
Or
paultry
gaine
,
they
practise
art
,
and
labor
to
Pander
their
own
wives
:
those
wives
whose
innocence
Stranger
to
language
,
spoke
obedience
onely
,
And
such
a
wife
was
Flavia
to
Fabritio
.
Fab.
My
losse
is
irrecoverable
.
Fla.
Call
not
Thy
wickednesse
thy
losse
;
without
my
knowledge
Thou
souldst
me
,
and
in
open
court
protestdest
A
precontract
unto
another
,
falsly
To
justifie
a
separation
,
wherein
Could
I
offend
to
be
believ'd
thy
Strumpet
,
In
best
sence
an
Adulteresse
?
so
conceav'd
In
all
opinions
,
that
I
am
shooke
off
,
Even
from
mine
own
blood
,
which
although
I
boast
Not
Noble
,
yet
'twas
not
meane
,
for
Romanello
Mine
onely
brother
,
shunnes
me
,
and
abhors
To
owne
me
for
his
sister
.
Fab.
'Tis
confest
,
I
am
the
shame
of
mankind
.
Fla.
I
live
happy
In
this
great
Lords
love
,
now
,
but
could
his
cunning
Have
train'd
me
to
dishonour
,
we
had
never
Beene
sunder'd
by'th
temptation
of
his
purchase
.
Introth
Fabritio
,
I
am
little
proud
of
My
unsought
honours
,
and
so
farre
from
triumph
,
That
I
am
not
more
foole
,
to
such
as
honour
me
,
Then
to
my selfe
,
who
hate
this
antique
carriage
!
Fab.
You
are
an
Angell
rather
to
be
worshipt
,
Then
grosly
to
be
talked
with
.
Fla.
Keepe
those
Duccats
;
I
shall
provide
you
better
:
'twere
a
bravery
,
Could
you
forget
the
place
wherein
y'ave
render'd
Your
name
for
ever
hatefull
.
Fab.
I
will
doo't
,
Doo't
excellentest
goodnesse
,
and
conclude
My
dayes
in
silent
goodnesse
.
Fla.
You
may
prosper
In
Spaine
,
in
France
,
or
elsewhere
,
as
in
Italie
.
Besides
,
you
are
a
scholer
bred
,
however
You
interrupted
study
with
commerce
,
Ile
think
of
your
supplies
,
mean
time
,
pray
,
storm
not
At
my
behaviour
t'ee
,
I
have
forgot
acquaintance
With
mine
owne
—
keepe
your
first
distance
—
Enter
Iulio
,
Camillo
,
Vespuci
Camillo
,
who
is
neere
,
Vespuci
.
Iul.
What
,
Our
Ladies
cast
familier
.
Fla.
Oh
my
stomach
Wambles
at
fight
of
—
sicke
,
sicke
,
I
am
sicke
—
I
saint
at
heart
—
kisse
me
,
nay
prethee
quickly
,
Or
I
shall
sown
—
y'ave
staid
a
sweet
while
from
me
.
And
this
companion
to
—
beshrew
him
.
Iu.
Dearest
,
Thou
art
my
health
,
my
blessing
—
turne
the
banquerout
out
of
my
dores
—
sirrah
,
Ile
have
thee
whipt
.
If
thou
comst
here
againe
.
Cam.
Hence
,
hence
you
vermine
.
Exit
Fa.
Iu.
How
i'st
my
best
of
joyes
?
Fla.
Prettily
mended
.
Now
we
have
our
owne
Lord
here
:
I
shall
never
Endure
to
spare
you
long
out
of
my
sight
.
See
what
the
thing
presented
.
Iu.
A
petition
,
Belike
for
some
new
charity
.
Fla.
We
must
not
Be
troubled
with
his
needs
,
a
wanting
creature
Is
monstruous
,
is
as
ominous
—
fie
,
upon't
.
Dispatch
the
silly
Mushroome
once
for
all
,
And
send
him
with
some
pittance
out
o'th
countrey
,
Where
we
may
heare
no
more
of
him
.
Iu.
Thy
will
shall
stand
a
law
,
my
Flavia
,
Flav.
You
have
beene
In
private
with
our
fellow
Peeres
now
:
shanot
we
Know
how
the
businesse
stands
,
sure
in
som
countrey
,
Ladies
are
privy
Counsellors
,
I
warrant
yee
:
Are
they
not
thinke
yee
?
there
the
land
is
(
doubtlesse
)
Most
politickly
govern'd
;
all
the
women
We
are
swords
and
Breeches
,
I
have
heard
most
certainely
,
Such
sights
were
exc'lent
.
Iul.
Th'art
a
matchlesse
pleasure
:
Noe
life
is
sweet
without
thee
,
in
my
heart
Raigne
Empresse
,
and
be
stil'd
thy
Iulio's
Soveraigne
.
My
onely
,
precious
deare
:
Fla.
VVee'l
prove
no
less
t'ee
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Troylo
and
Livio
.
Troy.
Sea
sicke
a shore
still
?
thou
couldst
rarely
scape
A
Calenture
in
a
long
voyage
,
Livio
,
VVho
in
a
short
one
,
and
at
home
art
subject
To
such
faint
stomacke
qualmes
,
no
cordials
comfort
The
businesse
of
thy
thoughts
,
for
ought
I
see
:
VVhat
ayles
thee
(
man
)
be
merry
,
hang
up
Iealousies
.
Liv.
VVho
,
I
,
I
jealous
?
no
,
no
,
heere's
no
cause
In
this
place
'tis
a
nunnerie
,
a
retirement
For
meditation
,
all
the
difference
extant
But
puzzles
,
onely
barre
beliefe
,
not
grounds
it
,
Rich
services
in
place
!
soft
and
faire
lodgings
,
Varieties
of
recreations
,
exercise
Of
musique
in
all
changes
?
neate
attendance
?
Princely
,
nay
royall
furniture
of
garments
?
Saciety
of
gardens
,
orchards
,
water
workes
,
Pictures
so
ravishing
,
that
ranging
eyes
,
Might
dwell
upon
a
dotage
of
conceit
,
Without
a
single
wish
for
livelier
substance
?
The
great
world
in
a
little
world
of
Fancie
,
Is
here
abstracted
:
noe
temptation
profer'd
But
such
as
fooles
and
mad
folkes
can
invite
to
?
And
yet
—
Troy.
And
yet
your
reason
cannot
answer
Th'
objections
of
your
feares
,
which
argue
danger
.
Liu.
Danger
?
dishonour
,
Troylo
:
were
my
sister
In
safety
from
those
charmes
,
I
must
confesse
I
could
live
here
for
ever
.
Troy.
But
you
could
not
.
I
can
assure
yee
,
for't
were
then
scarce
possible
,
A
dore
might
open
t'ee
,
hardly
a
loope-hole
,
Liv.
My
presence
then
is
usher
to
her
ruine
,
And
losse
of
her
,
the
fruit
of
my
preferment
.
Troy.
Briefly
partake
a
secret
,
but
be
sure
To
lodge
it
in
the
inmost
of
thy
bosome
,
Where
memory
may
not
find
it
for
discovery
;
By
our
firme
truth
of
friendship
,
I
require
thee
.
Liv.
By
our
firme
truth
of
friendship
,
I
subscribe
To
just
conditions
.
Troy.
Our
great
Vncle
Marquesse
,
Disabled
from
his
Cradle
,
by
an
impotence
In
nature
first
,
that
impotence
,
since
seconded
And
rendred
more
infirme
,
by
a
fatall
breach
Receiv'd
in
fight
against
the
Turkish
Gallies
Is
made
uncapable
of
any
faculty
,
Of
active
manhood
,
more
then
what
affections
Proper
unto
his
Sex
,
must
else
distinguish
:
So
that
no
helpes
of
art
can
warrant
life
,
Should
he
transcend
the
bounds
his
weaknes
limits
.
Li.
On
,
I
attend
with
eagernesse
.
Troy.
'Tis
strange
,
Such
naturall
defects
at
no
time
checks
A
full
and
free
sufficiency
of
spirit
;
Which
flowes
,
both
in
so
cleare
and
fixt
a
strength
,
That
to
confirme
beliefe
(
it
seemes
)
where
nature
Is
in
the
body
lame
,
she
is
suppli'd
In
fine
proportion
of
the
minde
,
a
word
Concludes
all
;
to
a
man
his
enemy
,
He
is
a
dangerous
threatning
:
but
to
women
,
How ever
pleasurable
,
no
way
cunning
To
shew
abilities
of
friendship
,
other
Then
what
his
outward
sences
can
delight
in
,
Or
charge
and
bounty
court
with
.
Liv.
Good
,
good
—
Troylo
,
Oh
that
I
had
a
lusty
Faith
to
credit
it
,
Though
none
of
all
this
wonder
should
be
possible
.
Troy.
As
I
love
honour
,
and
an
honest
name
,
I
faulter
not
(
my
Livio
)
in
one
sillable
,
Liv.
Newes
admirable
,
'tis
,
'tis
so
—
pish
I
know
it
,
Yet
'a
has
a
kind
heart
of
his
owne
to
girles
,
Young
,
handsome
Girles
;
yes
,
yes
,
so
a'
may
,
Tis
granted
—
a'
wod
now
and
then
be
pidling
,
And
play
the
wanton
,
like
a
flie
that
dallies
About
a
candles
flame
:
then
scorch
his
wings
,
Drop
downe
,
and
creepe
away
,
ha
?
Troy.
Hardly
that
too
;
To
looke
upon
fresh
beauties
,
to
discourse
In
an
unblushing
merriment
of
words
,
To
heare
them
play
or
sing
,
and
see
them
dance
,
To
passe
the
time
in
pretty
amorous
questions
,
Read
a
chast
verse
,
of
love
,
or
prattle
riddles
,
Is
th'
height
of
his
temptations
.
Liv.
Send
him
joy
on't
.
Troy.
His
choices
are
not
of
the
courtly
trayne
;
Nor
Citties
practice
;
but
the
countries
innocence
,
Such
as
are
gentle-borne
,
not
meanely
;
such
,
To
whom
both
gawdinesse
and
apelike
fashions
Are
monstrous
;
such
as
cleanelinesse
and
decency
,
Prompt
to
a
vertuous
envy
,
such
as
study
A
knowledge
of
no
danger
,
but
themselves
.
Liv.
Well
,
I
have
liv'd
in
ignorance
:
the
ancients
,
Who
chatted
of
the
golden
age
,
fain'd
trifles
.
Had
they
dream't
this
,
they
would
have
truth'd
it
heaven
.
I
meane
an
earthly
heaven
,
lesse
it
is
not
.
Troy.
Yet
is
this
Batchelor
miracle
not
free
From
the
epidemical
head-ach
.
Liv.
The
Yellowes
.
Troy.
Huge
jealous
fits
,
admitting
none
to
enter
But
me
,
his
page
,
and
Barber
,
with
an
Eunuch
,
And
an
old
guardianesse
,
it
is
a
favour
Not
common
,
that
the
licence
of
your
visits
,
To
your
owne
sister
,
now
and
then
is
wink't
at
.
Liv.
But
why
are
you
his
instrument
,
his
Nephew
?
Tis
ominous
in
nature
.
Troy.
Not
in
policy
.
Being
his
heire
,
I
may
take
truce
a
little
,
With
mine
owne
fortunes
.
Liv.
Knowing
how
things
stand
too
.
Troy.
At
certaine
seasons
,
as
the
humor
takes
him
,
A
set
of
musicke
are
permitted
peaceably
,
To
cheare
their
solitarinesse
,
provided
Tu'are
strangers
,
not
acquainted
neere
the
city
,
But
never
the
same
twice
,
pardon
him
that
;
Nor
must
their
stay
exceed
an
houre
,
or
two
At
farthest
;
as
at
this
wise
wedding
,
wherfore
His
Barber
is
the
master
to
instruct
The
lasses
both
in
Song
and
Dance
,
by
him
Train'd
up
in
either
quality
.
Liv.
A
caution
happily
studied
.
Troy.
Farther
to
prevent
Suspition
,
a'has
married
his
young
Barber
To
the
old
Matron
,
and
withall
is
pleased
,
Report
should
mutter
him
a
mighty
man
For
th'game
,
to
take
off
all
suspition
Of
insufficiency
,
and
this
strickt
company
A'cals
his
bower
of
Fancies
.
Liv.
Yes
and
properly
,
Since
all
his
recreations
are
in
Fancy
.
I'me
infinitely
taken
—
sister
?
marry
Would
I
had
sisters
in
a
plenty
,
Troylo
,
So
to
bestow
them
all
,
and
turne
them
Fancies
.
Fancies
?
Why
'tis
a
pretty
name
methinks
.
Troy.
Something
remaines
,
which
in
conclusion
shortly
.
Song
.
Shall
take
thee
fuller
—
Harke
,
the
wedding
jollity
!
With
a
Bride-cake
on
my
life
,
to
grace
the
nuptials
!
Perhaps
the
Ladies
will
turne
Songsters
.
Liv.
Silence
.
Enter
Secco
,
Castamela
,
Floria
,
Clarella
,
Silvia
,
Morosa
,
and
Spadone
.
Sec.
Passing
neat
and
exquisite
,
I
protest
faire
creatures
;
These
honours
to
our
solemnity
,
are
liberall
and
uncommon
;
my
spouse
and
my selfe
with
our
posterity
,
shall
prostitute
our
services
,
to
your
bounties
,
shals
not
duckling
?
Mor.
Yes
honey
suckle
,
and
doe
as
much
for
them
one
day
,
if
things
stand
right
as
they
should
stand
,
Bill
,
Pigeon
doe
;
thou'st
be
my
Cattamountaine
,
and
I
thy
sweet
bryer
,
Honey
,
wee'l
lead
you
to
kind
examples
(
pretty
ones
)
believe
it
,
and
you
shall
find
us
,
one
in
one
,
whiles
hearts
doe
last
.
Sec.
Ever
mine
owne
,
and
ever
.
Spa.
Well
said
old
Touch
hole
.
Liv.
All
happinesse
,
all
joy
.
Troy.
A
plenteous
issue
,
A
fruitfull
wombe
—
Thou
hast
a
blessing
Secco
.
Mor.
Indeed
a'
ha's
Sir
,
if
yee
know
all
,
as
I
conceive
you
know
enough
,
if
not
the
whole
:
for
you
have
(
I
may
say
)
tryed
me
to
the
quick
,
through
and
through
,
and
most
of
my
carriage
,
from
time
to
time
.
Spa.
'Twould
wind-break
a
moyle
,
or
a
ring'd
mare
,
to
vie
burthens
with
her
.
Mor.
What's
that
you
mumble
,
Gelding
,
shey
.
Spa.
Nothing
forsooth
,
but
that
y'are
bouncing
couple
well
met
,
and
'twere
pitty
to
part
yee
,
though
you
hung
together
in
a
smoakie
chimney
.
Mor.
'Twere
eene
pitty
indeed
,
Spadone
,
nay
tha'st
a
foolish
loving
nature
of
thine
own
,
and
withelt
wel
to
plaine
dealings
o'
my
conscience
.
Spa.
Thank
your
Brideship
—
your
Bawdship
.
Flo.
Our
sister
is
not
merry
.
Cla.
Sadnesse
cannot
Become
a
Bridall
harmony
.
Sil.
At
a
wedding
,
free
spirits
are
required
.
Troy.
You
should
dispence
With
serious
thoughts
,
now
Lady
.
Mor.
Well
said
Gentlefolks
.
Liv.
Fie
Castamela
fie
,
Om.
A
dance
,
a
dance
.
Troy.
By
any
meanes
,
the
day
is
not
compleat
else
.
Cast.
Indeed
He
be
excus'd
,
Troy.
By
no
meanes
,
Lady
.
Sec.
We
are
all
suitors
.
Cast.
With
your
pardons
,
spare
me
For
this
time
,
grant
me
licence
to
looke
on
.
Command
your
pleasures
,
Lady
,
—
every
one
hand
Your
Partner
—
nay
,
Spadone
,
must
make
one
.
These
merriments
are
free
.
Spa.
VVith
all
my
heart
,
I'me
sure
I
am
not
the
heaviest
In
the
company
.
Strike
up
for
the
honour
of
the
Bride
and
Bridegroome
.
Dance
.
Troy.
So
,
so
,
here's
art
in
motion
:
on
all
parts
,
Yee
have
bestir'd
yee
nimbly
,
Mor.
I
could
dance
now
,
Evne
till
I
dropt
againe
;
but
want
of
practice
Denies
the
scope
of
breath
or
so
,
yet
sirrah
,
My
Cattamountaine
,
doe
not
I
trip
quickly
,
And
with
a
grace
too
,
sirrah
.
Sec.
Light
as
a
feather
.
Spa.
Sure
you
are
not
without
a
stick
of
Licorice
in
your
pocket
forsooth
;
you
have
I
believe
stout
lungs
of
your
owne
,
you
swim
about
so
roundly
without
rubs
;
'tis
a
tickling
sight
to
be
young
still
.
Enter
NITIDO
.
Nit.
Madam
Morosa
?
Mor.
Childe
.
Nit.
To
you
in
secret
.
Spa.
That
eare-wig
scatters
the
troope
now
,
Ile
goe
neer
to
fit'em
.
Liv.
My
Lord
upon
my
life
.
Troy.
Then
we
must
sever
.
Mor.
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
your
eares
.
Spa.
Oh
'twas
ever
a
wanton
monkey
—
a'
will
wriggle
into
a
starting
hole
so
cleanely
—
and
it
had
bin
on
my
wedding
day
,
—
I
know
what
I
know
.
Sec.
Saist
so
Spadone
?
Spa.
Nothing
,
nothing
,
I
prate
sometimes
beside
the
purpose
,
whoreson
lecherous
weezill
?
Sec.
Looke
,
looke
,
looke
how
officious
the
litle
knave
is
—
but
—
Spa.
VVhy
?
there's
the
businesse
,
Buts
on
ones
forehead
,
are
but
scurvie
Buts
.
Mor.
Spadone
,
discharge
the
fidlers
instantly
.
Spa.
Yes
,
I
know
my
postures-oh
monstruous
Buts
.
Exit
.
Mor.
Attend
within
,
Sweeting
,
—
your
pardons
Gentlemen
;
to
your
recreations
deare
virgins
:
Page
have
a
care
,
Nit.
My
duty
reverend
Madam
.
Troy.
Livio
away
—
sweet
beauties
.
Cast.
Brother
.
Liv.
Suddenly
I
shall
returne
,
'enow
for
a
round
temptation
.
Mor.
One
gentle
word
in
private
with
your
Ladiship
.
I
shal
Not
hold
you
long
.
Ex.
severally
Morosa
staies
Castamela
.
Cast.
What
meanes
this
huddle
Of
flying
severall
wayes
thus
?
who
ha's
frighted
'em
?
They
live
not
at
devotion
here
,
or
pension
!
Pray
quit
me
of
distrust
.
Mor.
May
it
please
your
Goodnesse
,
You'l
find
him
even
in
every
point
as
honourable
,
As
flesh
and
bloud
can
vouch
him
:
Cast.
Ha
,
him
?
whom
?
What
him
?
Mor.
He
will
not
presse
beyond
his
bounds
.
He
will
but
chat
and
toy
,
and
feele
your
—
Cast.
Guard
me
,
A
powerfull
Genius
!
feele
—
Mor.
Your
hands
to
kisse
them
.
Your
faire
,
pure
,
white
hands
,
what
strange
businesse
is
it
?
These
melting
twins
of
Ivory
,
but
softer
Then
downe
of
Turtles
,
shall
but
feede
the
appetite
—
Cast.
A
rape
upon
my
eares
.
Mor.
The
appetite
Of
his
poore
ravisht
eye
;
should
he
swell
higher
In
his
desires
,
and
soare
upon
ambition
Of
rising
in
humility
,
by
degrees
;
Perhaps
a'
might
crave
leave
to
clap
—
Cast.
Fond
woman
,
In
thy
grave
sinfull
,
Mor.
Clap
or
pat
the
dimples
,
VVhere
Loves
tombe
stands
erected
on
your
cheekes
.
Else
pardon
those
slight
exercises
,
pretty
one
,
His
Lordship
is
as
harmelesse
a
weake
implement
,
As
ere
young
Lady
trembled
under
.
Cast.
Lordship
!
(
Stead
me
my
modest
anger
)
'tis
belike
then
Religious
matron
)
some
great
mans
prison
,
Where
Virgins
honours
suffer
Martyrdome
.
And
you
are
their
tormentor
;
let's
lay
downe
Our
ruin'd
names
to
the
insulters
mercy
!
Let's
sport
and
smile
on
scandall
(
rare
calamity
,
What
hast
thou
toyl'd
me
in
?
)
you
nam'd
his
Lordship
,
Some
gallant
youth
and
fiery
?
Mor.
No
,
no
deed
la
.
A
very
grave
stale
Batchelor
(
my
dainty
one
)
There's
the
conceit
:
Hee's
none
of
your
hot
rovers
,
Who
ruffle
at
first
dash
,
and
so
disfigure
Your
Dresses
,
and
your
sets
of
blush
at
once
.
Hee's
wise
in
yeeres
,
and
of
a
temperate
warmth
;
Mighty
in
meanes
and
power
:
and
withall
liberall
.
A
wanton
in
his
wishes
,
but
else
,
farther
,
A'
cannot
—
cause
—
a'
cannot
.
Cast.
Cannot
,
prethee
,
Be
plainer
:
I
begin
to
like
thee
strangely
.
What
cannot
?
Mor.
You
urge
timely
,
and
to
purpose
,
A'
cannot
doe
—
the
truth
is
truth
—
doe
,
any
thing
,
(
As
one
should
say
)
that's
any
thing
,
put
case
(
I
doe
but
put
the
case
forsooth
)
a'
finde
yee
.
Cast.
My
stars
I
thank
yee
,
for
being
ignorant
,
Of
what
this
old
in
mischiefe
can
intend
.
And
so
we
might
be
merry
,
bravely
merry
.
Mor.
You
hit
it
—
what
else
—
she
is
cunning
—
looke
yee
,
Pray
lend
your
hand
forsooth
.
Cast.
Why
prethee
take
it
.
Mor.
You
have
a
delicate
moyst
palme
—
umh
—
can
yee
rellish
that
tickle
?
there
.
Cast.
And
laugh
if
need
were
.
Mor.
And
laugh
,
why
now
you
have
it
,
what
hurt
pray
Perceive
yee
?
there's
all
,
all
,
goe
to
,
you
want
tutoring
,
Are
an
apt
scholar
,
Ile
neglect
no
paines
For
your
instruction
.
Cast.
Doe
not
,
but
his
Lordship
,
What
may
his
Lordship
be
?
Mor.
No
worse
man
Then
marquesse
of
Siena
,
the
great
Master
Of
this
small
familie
,
your
master
found
him
,
A
bounteous
benefactor
,
has
advanc'd
him
,
The
gentleman
o'th
horse
,
in
a
shott
time
He
meanes
to
visit
you
himselfe
in
person
,
As
kind
,
as
loving
,
an
old
man
.
Cast.
Wee'l
meet
him
With
a
full
flame
of
welcome
,
i'st
the
Marquesse
?
No
worse
?
Mor.
No
worse
I
can
assure
your
Ladiship
,
The
onely
free
maintainer
of
the
Fancies
.
Cast.
Fancies
?
How
meane
yee
that
.
Mor.
The
pretty
soules
VVho
are
companions
in
the
house
,
all
daughters
To
honest
vertuous
parents
,
and
right
worshipfull
.
A
kind
of
chaste
collapsed
Ladies
.
Cast.
Chast
too
,
and
yet
collapsed
?
Mor.
Onely
in
their
fortunes
.
Cast.
Sure
I
must
be
a
Fancie
in
the
number
.
Mor.
A
Fancie
principall
,
I
hope
you'le
fashion
Your
entertainment
,
when
the
Marquesse
courts
you
,
As
that
I
may
stand
blamelesse
.
Cast.
Free
suspition
.
My
Brothers
rayser
?
Mor.
Meerely
.
Cast.
My
supporter
?
Mor.
Undoubtedly
.
Cast.
An
old
man
and
a
lover
?
Mor.
True
,
there's
the
Musick
,
the
content
,
the
harmony
.
Cast.
And
I
my selfe
a
Fancy
?
Mor.
You
are
pregnant
.
Cast.
The
chance
is
throwne
,
I
now
am
fortunes
minion
,
I
will
be
bold
and
resolute
.
Mor.
Blessing
on
thee
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
III
.
Enter
ROMANELLO
.
Rom.
Prosper
me
now
my
fate
;
some
better
genius
Then
such
a
one
,
as
waits
on
troubled
passions
,
Direct
my
courses
to
a
noble
issue
.
My
thoughts
have
wander'd
in
a
labyrinth
,
But
if
the
clew
I
have
laid
hold
on
,
faile
not
,
I
shall
tred
out
the
toyle
of
these
darke
paths
In
spight
of
politique
reaches
—
I
am
punish'd
In
mine
owne
hopes
,
by
her
unluckie
fortunes
,
Whose
fame
is
ruin'd
;
Flavia
,
my
lost
sister
!
Lost
to
report
,
by
her
unworthy
husband
,
Enter
Nitido
.
Though
hightned
by
a
greatnes
,
in
whose
mixtures
,
I
hate
to
claime
a
part
—
Oh
welcome
,
welcome
,
Deere
boy
!
thou
keep'st
time
with
my
expectations
As
justly
,
as
the
promise
of
my
bounties
Shall
reckon
with
thy
service
.
Nit.
I
have
fashion'd
the
meanes
of
your
admitance
.
Rom.
Pretious
Nitido
.
Nit.
More
,
have
bethought
me
of
a
shape
,
a
quaint
one
,
You
may
appeare
in
,
safe
and
unsuspected
.
Rom.
Th'art
an
ingenious
boy
.
Nit.
Beyond
all
this
;
Have
so
contriv'd
the
feate
,
that
at
first
sight
,
Troylo
himselfe
shall
court
your
entertainment
:
Nay
,
force
you
to
vouchsafe
it
.
Rom.
Th'ast
out
done
all
counsaile
,
and
all
cunning
.
Nit.
True
,
I
have
sir
Fadg'd
nimbly
in
my
practises
:
but
surely
,
There
are
some
certaine
clogs
,
some
roguish
staggers
,
Somewhat
shall
I
call
em
in
the
busines
?
Rom.
Nitido
,
What
faint
now
?
deare
heart
beare
up
,
what
staggers
,
What
clogs
?
let
me
romove
'em
.
Nit.
Am
I
honest
In
this
discovery
?
Rom.
Honest
,
pish
is
that
all
?
By
this
rich
purse
,
and
by
the
twenty
ducats
Which
line
it
,
I
will
answer
for
thy
honesty
,
Against
all
Italie
,
and
prove
it
perfect
,
Besides
,
remember
,
I
am
bound
to
secrefie
.
Thou't
not
betray
thy selfe
.
Nit.
All
feares
are
clear'd
then
.
But
if
—
Rom.
If
what
?
out
with't
.
Nit.
If
w'are
discover'd
,
You'le
answer
I
am
honest
still
?
Rom.
Dost
doubt
it
?
Nit.
Not
much
;
I
have
your
purse
in
pawne
fort
.
Now
to
the
shape
,
and
know
the
wits
in
Florence
,
Who
in
the
great
Dukes
court
,
buffoones
his
complement
,
According
to
the
change
of
meates
in
season
,
At
every
free
Lords
table
,
Rom.
Or
free
meetings
In
Tavernes
,
there
a'
sits
at
the
upper
end
,
And
eates
,
and
prates
,
a'
cares
not
how
nor
what
.
The
very
quaik
of
fashions
,
the
very
hee
that
Weares
a
Steletto
on
his
chinne
.
Nit.
You
have
him
.
Like
such
a
thing
must
you
appeare
,
and
study
Amongst
the
Ladies
in
a
formall
foppery
,
To
vent
some
curiosity
of
language
,
Above
their
apprehensions
,
or
your
owne
,
Indeed
beyond
sence
,
you
are
the
more
the
person
.
Now
amorous
,
then
scurvie
,
sometimes
bawdy
,
The
same
man
still
,
but
evermore
phantasticall
,
As
being
the
suppositor
to
laughter
:
It
hath
sav'd
charge
in
physick
.
Rom.
When
occasion
Offers
it selfe
(
for
where
it
do's
or
not
,
I
will
be
bold
to
take
it
)
I
may
turne
To
some
one
in
the
company
;
and
changing
My
Method
talke
of
state
,
and
rayle
against
Th'imployment
of
the
time
,
mislike
the
carriage
Of
places
,
and
mislike
that
men
of
parts
,
Of
merit
,
such
as
my selfe
am
,
are
not
Thrust
into
publike
action
:
'twill
set
off
A
privilege
I
challenge
from
opinion
,
With
a
more
lively
current
.
Nit.
On
my
Modesty
,
You
are
some
kin
to
him
—
Seignior
Prugnioli
!
Seignior
Mushrumpo
!
Leape
but
into
his
anticke
garbe
,
and
trust
me
You'le
fit
it
to
a
thought
.
Rom.
The
time
?
Nit.
As
suddenly
As
you
can
be
transform'd
,
—
for
the
event
,
'Tis
pregnant
.
Rom.
Yet
my
pretty
knave
,
thou
hast
not
Discover'd
where
faire
Castamela
lives
;
Nor
how
,
nor
amongst
whome
.
Nit.
Pish
,
it
more
Queres
,
?
Till
your
owne
eyes
informe
,
be
silent
,
else
Take
backe
your
earnest
,
what
,
turne
woman
?
fie
;
Be
idle
and
inquisitive
?
Rom.
No
more
.
I
shall
be
speedily
provided
,
aske
for
A
note
at
mine
owne
lodging
.
Exit
.
Nit.
Ile
not
fayle
yee
,
Assuredly
,
I
will
not
fayle
you
Seignior
;
My
fine
in
amorato
—
twenty
duccats
?
Th'are
halfe
his
quarters
incombe
—
love
,
oh
love
,
What
a
pure
madnesse
art
thou
?
I
shall
fit
him
,
Fit
,
quit
and
split
him
too
—
most
bounteous
sir
.
Enter
Troylo.
Troy.
Boy
,
thou
art
quicke
and
trustie
,
Be
withall
close
and
silent
,
and
thy
paines
Shall
meet
a
liberall
addition
.
Nit.
Though
sir
,
I'me
but
a
child
,
yet
you
shall
find
me
—
Troy.
man
In
the
contrivements
;
I
will
speake
for
thee
.
Well
'a
does
relish
the
disguise
!
Nit.
Most
greedily
Swallowes
it
with
a
licourish
delight
:
Will
instantly
be
shap't
in't
instantly
,
And
on
my
conscience
,
sir
,
the
supposition
Strengthned
by
supposition
,
will
transform
him
Into
the
beast
it selfe
'a
do's
resemble
.
Troy.
Spend
that
,
and
looke
for
more
boy
.
Nit.
Sir
,
it
needs
not
:
I
have
already
twenty
Ducats
pursed
In
a
gay
case
,
alas
sir
,
to
you
,
my
service
Is
but
my
duty
.
Troy.
Modestie
in
Pages
Shewes
not
a
vertue
,
boy
,
when
it
exceeds
Good
manners
.
Where
must
we
meet
?
Nit.
Sir
at's
lodging
,
Or
neere
about
:
he
will
make
haste
beleeve
it
.
Troy.
Waite
th'opportunity
,
and
give
me
notice
.
I
shall
attend
.
Nit.
If
I
misse
my
part
,
hang
me
.
Exit
.
Enter
Vospuci
and
Camillo
.
Ves.
Come
th'art
caught
Camillo
.
Cam.
Away
,
away
,
That
were
a
jest
indeed
;
I
caught
?
Ves.
The
Lady
Does
scatter
glances
,
wheeles
her
round
,
and
smiles
;
Steales
an
occasion
to
aske
how
the
minutes
Each
houre
have
runne
in
progresse
;
then
,
thou
kissest
All
thy
foure
fingers
,
crowchest
and
sighst
faintly
:
Deere
beauty
,
if
my
watch
keep
faire
decorum
,
Three
quarters
have
neere
past
the
figure
X.
Or
as
the
time
of
day
goes
—
Cam.
So
Vespuci
,
This
will
not
doe
,
I
reade
it
on
thy
forehead
,
The
graine
of
thy
complexion
is
quite
altered
.
Once
'twas
a
comely
browne
,
'tis
now
of
late
A
perfect
greene
and
yellow
;
sure
prognosticates
Of
th'over
flux
o'th
gall
,
and
melancholy
,
Symptomes
of
love
and
jealousie
,
poore
soule
.
Quoth
she
,
the
she
,
why
hang
thy
looks
like
bel-ropes
Out
of
the
wheeles
?
thou
flinging
downe
thy
eyes
Low
at
her
feete
,
replid'st
,
because
,
oh
Soveraigne
The
great
bell
of
my
heart
is
crack'd
,
and
never
Can
ring
in
tune
againe
,
till't
be
new
cast
By
one
only
skilfull
Foundresse
.
—
hereat
She
turn'd
aside
,
wink'd
,
thou
stood'st
still
and
stard'st
I
did
observ't
,
be
plaine
,
what
hope
?
Vesp.
Shee
loves
thee
;
Doates
on
thee
:
in
my
hearing
told
her
Lord
Camillo
was
the
Piramus
and
Thisbe
Of
Courtship
,
and
of
complement
:
ah
ha
!
She
nick'd
it
there
.
I
envy
not
thy
fortunes
;
For
to
say
truth
,
th'art
hansome
,
and
deserv'st
her
,
Were
she
as
great
againe
as
she
is
.
Cam.
I
hansome
?
Alas
,
alas
,
a
creature
of
heavens
making
,
Ther's
all
!
but
sirrah
,
prithee
let's
be
sociable
;
I
doe
confesse
,
I
thinke
the
goodee-madame
May
possibly
be
compast
;
I
resolve
too
,
To
put
in
for
a
share
;
come
what
can
come
on't
.
Vesp.
A
pretty
toy
'tis
,
since
th'art
open
brested
,
Camillo
I
presume
she
is
wanton
,
And
therefore
meane
to
give
the
sowse
,
when ever
I
find
the
game
on
wing
.
Cam.
Let
us
consider
,
Shee's
but
a
merchants
leavings
.
Ves.
Hatch'd
i'th
countrey
,
And
fledg'd
i'th
City
.
Cam.
'Tis
a
common
custome
'Mongst
friends
(
they
are
not
friends
else
)
chiefly
gallants
,
To
trade
by
turnes
in
such
like
fraile
commodities
.
The
one
is
but
reversioner
to
tother
.
Ves.
Why
'tis
the
fashion
man
.
Cam.
Most
free
and
proper
,
One
Surgeon
,
one
apothecarie
.
Ves.
Thus
then
;
When
I
am
absent
,
use
the
gentlest
memory
Of
my
endowments
,
my
unblemish't
services
To
Ladies
favours
:
with
what
Faith
and
secresie
.
I
live
in
her
commands
,
whose
speciall
curtesies
,
Oblige
me
to
particular
engagements
.
Ile
doe
as
much
for
thee
.
Cam.
With
this
addition
Camillo
(
best
of
faires
)
a
man
so
bashfull
,
So
simply
harmelesse
,
and
withall
so
constant
,
Yet
resolute
in
all
!
true
rights
of
honour
;
That
to
deliver
him
in
perfect
character
,
Were
to
detract
from
such
a
solid
vertue
As
raignes
not
in
another
soule
—
he
is
Ves.
The
thing
a
Mistresse
ought
to
wish
her
servant
;
Are
we
agreed
?
Cam.
Most
readily
on
tother
side
,
Unto
the
Lord
her
husband
,
talke
as
coursely
Of
one
another
as
we
can
.
Ves.
I
like
it
,
so
shall
we
sift
her
love
,
and
his
opinion
.
Enter
Iulio
,
Flavia
,
and
Fabritio
.
Iulio
Be
thankfull
(
fellow
)
to
a
noble
Mistresse
;
Two
hundred
ducats
are
no
trifling
summe
,
Nor
common
almes
.
Fla.
You
must
not
loyter
lazily
,
And
speake
about
the
towne
my
friend
in
tavernes
,
In
gaming
houses
,
nor
sneake
after
dinner
To
publike
shewes
,
to
interludes
,
in
riot
,
To
some
lewd
painted
baggage
,
trick't
up
gawdily
,
Like
one
of
us
;
oh
fie
upon
'em
giblets
!
I
have
bin
told
they
ride
in
coaches
,
flaunt
it
In
brave
ries
,
so
rich
,
that
it
is
scarce
possible
How
to
distinguish
one
of
these
vile
naughty
packs
,
From
true
and
arrant
Ladies
—
they'le
inveigle
Your
substance
and
your
body
,
thinke
on
that
,
I
say
your
body
,
looke
to't
,
Is't
not
sound
counsell
?
Iu.
'Tis
more
,
'tis
heavenly
.
Ves.
What
hope
Camillo
now
if
this
tune
hold
?
Cam.
Hope
faire
enough
,
Vespuci
,
now
as
ever
:
Why
any
Woman
in
her
husbands
presence
Can
say
no
lesse
.
Ves.
Tis
true
,
and
she
hath
leave
here
.
Fab.
Madam
,
your
care
and
charity
at
once
,
Have
so
new
moulded
my
resolves
,
That
henceforth
when e're
my
mention
Fals
into
report
,
It
shall
requite
this
bounty
,
I
am
travelling
To
a
new
world
.
Iu.
I
like
your
undertakings
.
Fla.
New
world
,
where's
that
I
pray
?
good
,
if
you
light
on
A
Parrot
or
a
Monkey
that
has
qualities
Of
a
new
fashion
,
thinke
on
me
.
Fab.
Yes
,
Lady
I
,
I
shall
thinke
on
you
;
and
my
devotions
Tendred
where
they
are
due
in
single
meekenes
,
With
purer
flames
will
mount
with
free
increase
Of
plenty
,
honors
,
full
contents
,
full
blessings
,
Truth
and
affection
twixt
your
Lord
and
you
.
So
with
my
humblest
best
leave
,
I
turne
from
you
,
Never
as
now
I
am
to
appeare
before
yee
.
All
joyes
dwell
here
and
lasting
.
Exit
.
Fla.
Prithee
sweetest
Harke
in
your
eare
—
beshrew't
,
the
brim
of
your
hat
Strucke
in
mine
eye
—
Dissemble
honest
teares
The
griefes
my
heart
does
labour
in
—
smarts
Vnmeasurably
.
Iul.
A
chance
,
a
chance
,
'twill
off
;
Suddenly
off
,
forbeare
,
this
handkercher
But
makes
it
worse
.
Cam.
Wincke
madam
with
that
eye
.
The
paine
will
quickly
passe
.
Vesp.
Immediatly
,
I
know
it
by
experience
.
Fla.
Yes
,
I
find
it
.
Iul.
Spare
us
a
little
Gentlemen
:
speak
freely
.
Ex.
Ca.
Ve.
What
wer't
thou
saying
deerest
?
Fla.
Doe
you
love
me
?
Answer
in
sober
sadnesse
,
I'me
your
wife
now
;
I
know
my
place
and
power
.
Iul.
What's
this
riddle
?
Thou
hast
thy selfe
reply'd
to
thine
owne
question
,
In
being
marryed
to
me
,
a
sure
argument
Of
more
then
protestation
.
Fla.
Such
it
should
be
Were
you
as
other
husbands
:
'tis
granted
,
A
woman
of
my
state
may
like
good
cloaths
,
Choyce
dyet
,
many
servants
,
change
of
merriments
,
All
these
I
doe
enjoy
;
and
wherefore
not
?
Great
Ladies
should
command
their
owne
delights
,
And
yet
for
all
this
,
I
am
us'd
but
homely
,
But
I
am
serv'd
even
well
enough
.
Iul.
My
Flavia
I
understand
not
what
thou
would'st
Fla.
Pray
pardon
me
;
I
doe
confesse
I'm
foolish
,
very
foolish
;
Trust
me
indeed
I
am
,
for
I
could
cry
Mine
eyes
out
,
being
in
the
weeping
humour
:
You
know
I
have
a
Brother
.
Iv.
Romanello
,
An
unkinde
Brother
.
Fla.
Right
,
right
,
since
you
bosom'd
My
latter
youth
,
he
never
would
vouchsafe
As
much
as
to
come
neere
me
.
Oh
,
it
mads
me
,
Being
but
two
,
that
we
should
live
at
distance
;
As
if
I
were
a
Cast-away
,
and
you
For
your
part
take
no
care
on't
nor
attempted
To
draw
him
hither
.
Iu.
Say
the
man
be
peevish
,
Must
I
petition
him
?
Fla.
Yea
marry
must
ye
,
Or
else
you
love
not
me
;
not
see
my
Brother
?
Yes
I
will
see
him
,
so
I
will
,
will
see
him
.
You
hear't
,
—
oh
my
good
Lord
,
deere
gentle
,
prethee
,
You
shan't
be
angrie
;
'las
I
know
poore
Gentleman
,
A
beares
a
troubled
mind
:
but
let
us
meete
And
talke
a
little
,
we
perhaps
may
chide
At
first
,
shed
some
few
teares
,
and
then
be
quiet
;
There's
all
.
Iu.
Write
to
him
,
and
invite
him
hither
,
Or
goe
to
him
thy selfe
.
Come
,
no
more
sadnesse
,
Ile
doe
what
thou
canst
wish
.
Fla.
And
in
requitall
,
Beleeve
I
shall
say
something
that
may
settle
A
constancie
of
peace
,
for
which
thoul't
thanke
me
.
Exit
.
Enter
SECCO
and
SPADONE
.
Secco
.
The
rarest
fellow
,
Spadone
,
so
full
of
gamballs
,
a
talkes
so
humorously
,
does
a
not
,
so
carelessely
?
Oh
rich
!
ô
,
my
hope
of
posterity
!
I
could
be
in
love
with
him
.
Spadone
.
His
tongue
troules
like
a
Mill-clack
:
a
towzes
the
Lady
sisters
,
as
a
tumbling
Dog
does
young
Rabets
;
hey
here
,
dab
there
,
your
Madona
;
a
has
a
catch
at
her
too
:
There's
a
tricke
in
the
businesse
;
I
am
a
dunce
,
else
I
say
a
shrewd
one
.
Sec.
Iumpe
with
me
,
I
smell
a
trick
too
,
if
I
could
tell
what
.
Spa.
Who
brought
him
in
?
that
would
be
knowne
?
Sec.
That
did
signior
Troylo
;
I
saw
the
Page
part
at
the
doore
;
some
trick
still
,
go
to
Wife
,
I
must
and
I
will
have
an
eye
to
this
geere
.
Spa.
A
plaine
case
,
Roguery
,
Brokage
and
Roguery
,
or
call
me
Bulchin
.
Fancies
,
quoth
a
?
rather
Frenzies
.
We
shall
all
rore
shortly
:
turne
madcaps
,
lie
open
to
what
comes
first
I
may
stand
to't
.
That
boy
Page
,
is
a
naughty
boy
Page
;
let
me
feele
your
forehead
,
ha
,
oh
,
hum
,
—
yes
—
there
,
—
there
againe
;
I'm
sorry
for
ye
,
a
hand-saw
cannot
cure
ye
,
monstrous
and
apparent
.
Sec.
What
,
what
,
what
,
what
,
what
Spadone
?
Spa.
What
what
what
what
,
nothing
but
Velvet
tips
you
are
of
the
first
head
yet
:
have
a
good
hart
man
,
a
Cuckold
though
a
be
a
Beast
,
weares
invisible
hornes
;
else
we
might
know
a
City
Bull
from
a
Countrey
Calfe
,
—
villanous
Boy
still
.
Sec.
My
Razer
shall
be
my
weapon
,
my
Razer
.
Spa.
Why
?
hee's
not
come
to
the
honour
of
a
Beard
yet
,
he
needs
no
shaving
.
Sec.
I
will
trim
him
and
tram
him
.
Spa.
Nay
she
may
doe
well
enoughs
for
one
.
Sec.
One
,
ten
,
a
hundred
,
a
thousand
;
ten
thousand
:
doe
beyond
Arithmetick
Spadone
,
I
speake
it
with
some
passion
,
I
am
a
notorious
Cuckold
.
Spa.
Grosse
and
ridiculous
,
—
look
ye
,
point
blanck
I
dare
not
sweare
that
this
same
Mountbancking
new-come
foyst
,
is
at
least
a
procurer
in
the
businesse
;
if
not
a
pretender
himselfe
:
but
I
thinke
what
I
thinke
.
Sec.
Hee
,
Troylo
,
Livio
,
the
Page
,
that
hole-creeping
Page
;
all
horne
me
sirrah
;
Ile
forgive
thee
from
my
heart
:
Dost
not
thou
drive
a
trade
too
in
my
bottome
.
Spa.
A
likely
matter
,
'las
I'm
Metamorphosed
I
,
be
patient
you'l
marre
all
else
.
Within
.
Ha
ha
ha
ha
.
Sec.
Now
,
now
,
now
,
now
,
the
games
rampant
,
rampant
.
Spa.
Leave
your
wild
fegaries
,
and
learne
to
be
a
tame
Antick
,
or
Ile
observe
no
longer
.
Within
.
Ha
ha
ha
ha
.
Enter
Troylo
,
Castamela
,
Floria
,
Clarella
Silvia
,
Morosa
,
and
Romanello
,
like
a
Courtly
Mountebanck
.
Sil.
You
are
extremely
busie
signior
.
Flo.
Courtlie
,
Without
a
fellow
.
Cla.
Have
a
stabbing
wit
.
Cast.
But
are
you
alwaies
,
when
you
presse
on
Ladies
Of
mild
and
easie
nature
,
so
much
satyre
;
So
tart
and
keen
as
we
doe
taste
ye
now
?
It
argues
a
leane
braine
.
Rom.
Gip
to
your
beauties
,
You
would
be
faire
forsooth
,
you
would
be
Monsters
;
Faire
Women
are
such
,
Monsters
to
bee
seen
Are
rare
,
and
so
are
they
.
Troy.
Beare
with
him
Ladies
.
Mor.
He
is
a
foule-mouth'd
man
.
Sec.
Whore
,
bitch
—
Fox
,
treedle
—
fa
la
la
la
—
Mor.
How's
that
my
Cat
a
Mountaine
?
Spa.
Hold
her
there
Boy
.
Cla.
Were
you
ere
in
love
fine
Signior
?
Rom.
Yes
for
sports
sake
;
But
soone
forgot
it
.
He
that
rides
a
gallop
Is
quickly
weary
.
I
esteem
of
Love
As
of
a
man
in
some
huge
place
;
it
puzzles
Reason
,
distracts
the
freedome
of
the
soule
;
Renders
a
wise
man
foole
,
and
a
foole
wise
In's
owne
conceit
,
not
else
it
yeelds
effects
Of
pleasure
travaile
,
bitter
,
sweet
;
warre
,
peace
;
Thornes
,
roses
;
prayers
,
curses
;
longings
,
surfets
;
Despaire
,
and
then
a
rope
:
oh
my
trim
lover
,
Yes
,
I
have
loved
a
score
at
once
.
Spa.
Out
stallion
,
as
I
am
a
man
and
no
man
,
the
Baboon
lies
I
dare
sweare
abominably
.
Sec.
Inhumanly
,
—
keepe
your
bow
close
,
vixen
.
Mor.
Beshrew
your
fingers
if
you
be
in
earnest
:
You
pinch
too
hard
,
go
to
,
Ile
pare
your
nailes
for't
.
Spa.
She
meanes
your
hornes
,
there's
a
bob
for
you
.
Cla.
Spruice
Signior
,
if
a
man
may
love
so
many
,
Why
may
not
a
faire
Lady
have
like
priviledge
Of
several
servants
?
Troy.
Answer
that
,
the
reason
Holds
the
same
weight
.
Mor.
Marry
and
so
it
does
,
Tho
he
would
spit
his
gall
out
.
Spa.
Marke
that
Secco
.
Sil.
De'e
pumpe
for
a
reply
?
R.
The
learned
differ
In
that
point
;
grand
and
famous
Schollers
often
Have
argued
pro
and
con
,
and
left
it
doubtfull
;
Volumes
have
been
writ
on't
.
If
then
great
Clerkes
Suspend
their
resolutions
,
'tis
a
modestie
For
me
to
silence
mine
.
Fla.
Dull
and
phlegmatick
.
Cla.
Yet
Women
sure
in
such
a
case
are
ever
More
secret
then
men
are
.
Sil.
Yea
and
talke
lesse
.
Rom.
That
is
a
truth
much
fabled
,
never
found
You
secret
?
when
your
Dresses
blab
your
vanities
;
Carnation
for
your
Points
?
there's
a
grosse
babler
:
Tawny
,
hey
ho
,
the
pretty
heart
is
wounded
.
A
knot
of
Willow
Ribbands
she's
forsaken
?
Another
rides
the
Cock-horse
,
green
and
azure
,
Wince
and
cry
wee
hee
like
a
Colt
unbroken
:
But
desperate
black
puts
em
in
minde
of
fish
daies
;
When
Lent
spurres
on
Devotion
,
there's
a
famine
:
Yet
love
and
judgement
may
helpe
all
this
pudder
.
Where
are
they
?
not
in
females
?
Flo.
In
all
sorts
of
men
no
doubt
.
Sil.
Else
they
were
sots
to
choose
.
Cla.
To
sweare
and
flatter
,
sometimes
ly
for
profit
.
Ro.
Not
so
forsooth
,
should
love
and
judgement
meet
,
The
old
,
the
foole
;
the
ugly
and
deform'd
Could
never
be
beloved
;
for
example
,
Behold
these
two
;
this
Madam
and
this
shaver
.
Mor.
I
doe
defie
thee
;
am
I
old
or
ugly
?
Sec.
Tricks
,
knacks
,
devices
,
now
it
troules
about
.
Rom.
Troule
let
it
stripling
,
thou
hast
yet
firme
footing
And
needst
not
feare
the
Cuckolds
livory
.
There's
good
Philosophie
fort
,
take
this
for
comfort
,
No
horned
Beasts
have
teeth
in
either
gummes
:
But
thou
art
tooth'd
on
both
sides
,
tho
she
faile
in't
.
Mor.
He's
not
jealous
Sirrah
.
Rom.
That's
his
Fortune
,
Women
indeed
more
jealous
are
then
Men
;
But
men
have
more
cause
.
Spa.
There
a
rub'd
your
forehead
,
'twas
a
tough
blow
.
Sec.
It
smarts
.
Mor.
Pox
on
him
,
let
him
Put's
finger
into
any
Gums
of
mine
,
He
shall
finde
I
have
teeth
about
me
,
sound
ones
.
Sec.
You
are
a
scurvie
fellow
,
and
I
am
made
a
cokes
,
an
Asse
;
and
this
same
filthy
Cron's
a
flirt
.
Whope
do
me
no
harme
good
Woman
.
Exit
Secco
and
Spadane
.
Spa.
Now
now
he's
in
,
I
must
not
leave
him
so
.
Troy.
Morosa
,
what
meanes
this
?
Mor.
I
know
not
I
,
He
pinched
me
,
called
me
names
,
most
filthy
names
.
Will
ye
part
hence
Sir
,
I
will
set
ye
packing
.
Exit
.
Cla.
You
were
indeed
too
broad
,
too
violent
.
Flo.
Here's
nothing
meant
but
mirth
.
Sil.
The
Gentleman
Hath
been
a
little
pleasant
.
Cla.
Somewhat
bitter
Against
our
sex
.
Cast.
For
which
I
promise
him
A
nere
proves
choise
of
mine
.
Rom.
Not
I
your
choice
.
Troy.
So
she
protested
Signior
.
Rom.
Indeed
.
Enters
MOROSA
.
Cla.
Why
you
are
mov'd
Sir
?
Mor.
Hence
,
there
enters
A
civiller
companion
for
faire
Ladies
Then
such
a
sloven
.
Ro.
Beauties
.
Troy.
Time
prevents
us
,
Love
and
sweet
thoughts
accompany
this
presence
.
Enter
Octavio
,
Secco
whispering
him
,
Livio
and
Nitido
.
Octa.
Enough
,
slip
off
,
and
on
your
life
be
secret
.
Exit
Secco
.
A
lovely
day
,
young
creatures
.
To
you
Floria
;
To
you
Clarella
,
Silvia
,
to
all
service
:
But
who
is
this
faire
stranger
?
Li.
Castamela
,
My
Sister
,
noble
Lord
.
Oct.
Let
ignorance
Of
what
you
were
,
plead
my
neglect
of
manners
,
And
this
soft
touch
excuse
it
,
y'have
inriched
This
little
family
(
most
excellent
Virgin
)
With
th'honour
of
your
company
.
Cast.
I
finde
them
Worthily
gracefull
Sir
.
Li.
Are
ye
so
taken
?
Oct.
Here
are
no
publique
sights
nor
Courtly
visitants
,
Which
youth
and
active
blood
might
stray
in
thought
for
:
The
companies
are
few
,
the
pleasures
single
,
And
rarely
to
be
brook'd
,
perhaps
by
any
;
Not
perfectly
acquainted
with
this
custome
,
Are
they
not
lovely
one
?
Li.
Sir
,
I
dare
answer
My
sisters
resolution
.
Free
converse
Amongst
so
many
of
her
Sex
,
so
vertuous
,
She
ever
hath
prefer'd
before
the
surquedry
Of
protestation
,
or
the
vainer
giddinesse
Of
popular
attendants
.
Musicke
.
Cast.
Well
playd
Brother
.
Oct.
The
meaning
of
this
Musicke
.
Mor.
Please
your
Lordship
,
It
is
the
Ladies
hower
for
exercise
In
Song
and
Dance
.
Oct.
I
dare
not
be
the
Author
Of
trewanting
the
time
then
,
neither
will
I
.
Mor.
Walke
on
deere
Ladies
.
Oct.
'Tis
a
taske
of
pleasure
.
Li.
Be
now
my
Sister
,
stand
a
triall
bravely
:
Mor.
Remember
my
instructions
,
or
—
Exit
.
Manet
Octa.
and
Castamela
.
Oct.
With
pardon
.
You
are
not
of
the
number
I
presume
yet
,
To
be
enjoyn'd
to
houres
.
If
you
please
,
We
for
a
little
while
may
sit
as
Iudges
Of
their
proficience
,
pray
vouchsafe
the
favour
.
Cast.
I
am
Sir
in
a
place
to
be
commanded
,
As
now
the
present
urgeth
.
Oct.
No
compulsion
,
That
were
too
hard
a
word
;
where
you
are
Soveraigne
Your
yea
and
nay
is
Law
:
I
have
a
suit
tee
.
Cast.
For
what
Sir
?
Oct.
For
your
love
.
Cast.
To
whom
?
I
am
not
So
weary
of
th'authority
I
hold
Over
mine
owne
contents
in
sleepes
and
wakings
;
That
Ide
resigne
my
liberty
to
any
Who
should
controule
it
.
Oct.
Neither
I
intend
so
,
Grant
me
an
entertainment
.
Cast.
Of
what
nature
?
Oct.
To
aknowledge
me
your
creature
.
Cast.
Oh
my
Lord
.
You
are
too
wise
in
yeeres
,
too
full
of
counsaile
For
my
greene
inexperience
.
Oct.
Love
deare
Maid
,
Is
but
desire
of
beauty
,
and
'tis
proper
For
beauty
to
desire
to
be
belov'd
.
I
am
not
free
from
passion
,
tho
the
current
Of
a
more
lively
heate
runnes
slowly
through
me
,
My
heart
is
gentle
,
and
beleeve
fresh
Girle
:
Thou
shalt
not
wish
for
any
full
addition
,
Which
may
adorne
thy
rarities
to
boast
em
;
That
bounty
can
,
withhold
this
Academy
.
Of
silent
pleasures
is
maintain'd
,
but
onely
To
such
a
constant
use
.
Cast.
You
have
belike
then
A
Patent
for
concealing
Virgins
,
otherwise
Make
plainer
your
intentions
.
Oct.
To
be
pleasant
In
practise
of
some
outward
sences
onely
No
more
.
Cast.
No
,
worse
you
dare
not
to
imagine
;
Where
such
an
awfull
Innocencie
,
as
mine
is
,
Out-faces
every
wickednesse
,
your
dotage
Has
lul'd
you
in
.
I
scent
your
cruell
mercies
,
Your
factresse
hath
been
tampering
for
my
misery
;
Your
old
temptation
;
your
shee-Devill
—
beare
with
A
language
which
this
place
,
and
none
but
this
,
hath
Infected
my
tongue
with
.
The
time
will
come
too
,
When
he
(
unhappy
man
)
whom
your
advancement
Hath
ruin'd
by
being
Spannell
to
your
fortunes
,
Will
curse
a
train'd
me
hither
—
Livio
,
I
must
not
call
him
Brother
;
this
one
act
Hath
rent
him
off
the
ancestry
he
sprung
from
.
Oct.
The
proffer
of
a
noble
courtesie
Is
checkt
it
seemes
.
Cast.
A
courtesie
?
a
bondage
;
You
are
a
great
man
vicious
,
much
more
vicious
,
Because
you
hold
a
seeming
league
with
charity
Of
pestilent
nature
,
keeping
hospitality
For
sensualists
in
your
owne
Sepulchre
,
Even
by
your
life
time
:
yet
are
dead
already
.
Oct.
How's
this
,
come
be
more
mild
.
Cast.
You
chide
me
soberly
,
Then
Sir
I
tune
my
voice
to
other
Musique
;
You
are
an
eminent
statist
,
be
a
Father
To
such
unfriended
Virgins
,
as
your
bounty
Hath
drawn
into
a
scandall
,
you
are
powerfull
In
meanes
.
A
Batchelour
,
freed
from
the
jelousies
Of
wants
,
convert
this
privacie
of
maintenance
Into
your
own
Court
:
let
this
(
as
you
call
it
)
Your
Academy
have
a
residence
there
;
And
there
survey
your
charity
your selfe
:
That
when
you
shall
bestow
on
worthy
husbands
With
fitting
portions
,
such
as
you
know
worthie
;
You
may
yeeld
to
the
present
age
example
,
And
to
posterity
a
glorious
Chronicle
:
There
were
a
worke
of
piety
:
the
other
is
A
scorne
upon
your
Tombe-stone
;
where
the
Reader
Will
but
expound
,
that
when
you
liv'd
you
pander'd
Your
owne
purse
and
your
same
.
I
am
too
bold
Sir
,
Some
anger
and
some
pittie
hath
directed
A
wandring
trouble
.
Oct.
Be
not
known
what
passages
The
time
hath
lent
,
for
once
I
can
beare
with
yee
.
Cast.
Ile
countenance
the
hazzard
of
suspition
.
And
be
your
guest
a
while
.
Oct.
Be
—
but
hereafter
—
I
know
not
what
—
Livio
.
Enter
LIVIO
and
MOROSA
.
Li.
My
Lord
.
Cast.
Indeed
Sir
I
cannot
part
we'e
yet
.
Oct.
Well
then
thou
shalt
not
,
My
pretious
Castamela
—
thou
hast
a
Sister
,
A
prefect
Sister
Livio
.
Mor.
All
is
inck'd
here
Good
soule
indeed
.
Li.
Ide
speake
with
you
anon
.
Cast.
It
may
be
so
.
Oct.
Come
faire
one
.
Li.
Oh
I
am
cheated
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
ACT.
IIII
.
Enter
LIVIO
and
CASTAMELA
.
Li.
PRithee
be
serious
.
Cast.
Prithee
interupt
not
The
Paradise
of
my
becharming
thoughts
,
Which
mount
my
knowledge
to
the
spheare
I
move
in
,
Above
this
uselesse
tattle
.
Li.
Tattle
?
Sister
,
Dee
know
to
whom
you
talke
this
?
Cast.
To
the
Gentleman
Of
my
Lords
Horse
,
new
stept
into
the
Office
:
'Tis
a
good
place
Sir
,
if
you
can
be
thankfull
.
Demeane
your
carriage
in
it
,
so
that
negligence
Or
pride
of
your
preferment
oversway
not
The
grace
you
hold
in
his
esteem
.
Such
fortunes
Drop
not
down
every
day
;
observe
the
favour
That
rais'd
you
to
this
fortune
.
Li.
Thou
mistak'st
sure
What
person
thou
holdst
speech
with
.
Cast.
Strange
and
idle
.
Li.
Ist
possible
?
why
?
you
are
turn'd
a
Mistris
,
A
Mistris
of
the
trimme
;
beshrew
me
Lady
You
keepe
a
stately
Port
,
but
it
becomes
you
not
:
Our
Fathers
Daughter
,
if
I
erre
not
rarely
,
Delighted
in
a
softer
humbler
sweetnes
:
Not
in
a
hey-de-gay
of
scurvey
Gallantry
.
You
do
not
brave
it
like
a
thing
oth'
fashion
;
You
Ape
the
humor
faintly
.
Cast.
Love
deare
Maid
Is
but
desire
of
beauty
,
and
'tis
proper
For
beauty
to
desire
to
be
belov'd
.
Li.
Fine
sport
,
you
mind
not
me
;
will
you
yet
heare
me
Madam
?
Cast.
Thou
shalt
not
wish
for
any
full
addition
,
Which
may
adorne
thy
rarities
to
boast
em
:
That
bounty
can
withold
—
I
know
I
shall
not
.
Li.
And
so
you
clapt
the
bargaine
,
the
conceit
on't
Tickles
your
contemplation
.
'Tis
come
out
now
,
A
Womans
tongue
I
see
,
some
time
or
other
Will
prove
her
Traytor
:
This
was
all
I
sifted
,
And
here
have
found
thee
wretched
.
Cast.
We
shall
flourish
.
Feed
high
henceforth
,
man
,
and
no
more
be
streightend
Within
the
limits
of
an
emptie
patience
:
Nor
tire
our
feeble
eyes
with
gazing
onely
On
greatnes
,
which
enjoyes
the
swindge
of
pleasures
.
But
be
our selves
the
object
of
their
envie
,
To
whom
a
service
would
have
seem'd
ambition
.
It
was
thy
cunning
Livio
,
I
applaud
it
,
Feare
nothing
;
Ile
be
thrifty
in
thy
projects
:
Want
misery
?
may
all
such
want
as
thinke
on't
;
Our
footing
shall
stand
firme
.
Li.
You
are
much
witty
.
Why
Caestamcla
,
this
to
me
?
you
counterfeit
Most
palpablie
.
I
am
too
well
acquainted
With
thy
condition
Sister
;
if
the
Marquesse
Hath
utter'd
one
unchaste
,
one
wanton
syllable
,
Provoking
thy
contempt
:
not
all
the
flatteries
Of
his
assurance
to
our
hopes
of
rising
,
Can
or
shall
slave
our
soules
.
Cast.
Indeed
not
so
Sir
,
You
are
beside
the
point
,
most
gentle
Signior
,
Ile
be
no
more
your
ward
,
no
longer
chamber'd
,
Nor
mew'd
up
to
the
lure
of
your
Devotion
:
Trust
me
,
I
must
not
,
will
not
,
dare
not
;
surely
I
cannot
for
my
promise
past
;
and
sufferance
Of
former
trialls
hath
too
strongly
arm'd
me
:
You
may
take
this
for
answer
.
Li.
In
such
earnest
?
Hath
goodnes
left
thee
quite
?
foole
thou
art
wandring
In
dangerous
fogges
,
which
will
corrupt
the
puritie
Of
every
noble
vertue
dwelt
within
thee
.
Come
home
againe
,
home
Castamela
Sister
;
Home
to
thine
owne
simplicitie
,
and
rather
Then
yeeld
thy
memorie
up
to
the
Witch-craft
Of
an
abused
confidence
;
be
courted
For
Romanello
.
Cast.
Romanello
.
Li.
Scornst
thou
The
name
?
thy
thoughts
I
finde
then
are
chang'd
rebells
To
all
that's
honest
,
that's
to
truth
and
honour
.
Cast.
So
Sir
,
and
in
good
time
.
Li.
Thou
art
falne
suddainly
Into
a
plurisie
of
faithlesse
impudence
;
A
whorish
itch
infects
thy
blood
;
a
leprosie
Of
raging
lust
,
and
thou
art
madde
to
prostitute
The
glory
of
thy
Virgin
dower
basely
For
common
sale
.
This
foulenesse
must
be
purg'd
,
Or
thy
disease
will
ranckle
to
a
pestilence
,
Which
can
even
taint
the
very
ayre
about
thee
:
But
I
shall
studie
Physick
.
Cast.
Learne
good
manners
:
I
take
it
you
are
sawcie
.
Li.
Sawcie
?
strumpet
In
thy
desires
:
'tis
in
my
power
to
cut
off
The
twist
thy
life
is
spunne
by
.
Cast.
Phew
,
you
rave
now
:
But
if
you
have
not
perished
all
your
reason
,
Know
I
will
use
my
freedome
;
you
(
forsooth
)
For
change
of
fresh
apparell
,
and
the
pocketting
Of
some
well
looking
Duccats
,
were
contented
,
Passinglie
pleas'd
,
yes
marry
were
you
(
marke
it
)
To
expose
me
to
the
danger
now
you
raile
at
.
Brought
me
,
nay
forc'd
me
hither
,
without
question
Of
what
might
follow
,
here
you
finde
the
issue
:
And
I
distrust
not
but
it
was
th'
appointment
Of
some
succeeding
fate
that
more
concern'd
me
Then
widdowed
virginity
.
Li.
You
are
a
gallant
One
of
my
old
Lord
Fancies
.
Peevish
girle
Was't
ever
heard
that
youth
could
doate
on
sicknesse
,
A
gray
beard
,
wrinckled
face
,
a
dryed
up
marrow
,
A
toothlesse
head
,
—
a
—
this
is
but
a
merriment
,
Meerely
but
triall
.
Romanello
loves
thee
,
Has
not
abundance
,
true
,
yet
cannot
want
.
Returne
with
me
,
and
I
will
leave
these
fortunes
,
Good
Maid
,
of
gentle
nature
.
Cast.
By
my
hopes
,
I
never
plac'd
affection
on
that
Gentleman
,
Tho
a
deserv'd
well
;
I
have
told
him
often
My
resolution
.
Li.
Will
you
hence
,
and
trust
to
My
care
of
setling
you
a
peace
.
Cast.
No
surely
,
Such
treatie
may
breake
off
.
Li.
Off
bee't
broken
,
Ile
doe
what
thou
shalt
rue
.
Cast.
You
cannot
Livio
.
Li.
So
confident
?
young
Mistris
mine
,
Ile
do't
.
Exit
.
Enter
TROYLO.
Troy.
Incomparable
Maid
.
Cast.
You
have
been
Counsellor
To
a
strange
Dialogue
.
Troy.
If
there
be
constancie
In
protestation
of
a
vertuous
nature
;
You
are
secure
,
as
the
effects
shall
witnes
.
Cast.
Be
noble
,
I
am
credulous
,
my
language
Hath
prejudic'd
my
heart
;
I
and
my
Brother
Nere
parted
at
such
distance
;
yet
I
glory
In
the
faire
race
he
runs
:
but
feare
the
violence
Of
his
disorder
.
Troy.
Little
time
shall
quit
him
.
Enter
Secco
leading
Nitido
in
a
Garter
with
one
hand
,
a
Rod
in
his
other
;
followed
by
Morosa
,
Silvia
,
Floria
,
Clarella
;
Spadone
behind
laughing
.
Sec.
The
young
Whelp
is
mad
,
I
must
slice
the
worme
out
of
his
breech
:
I
have
noos'd
his
neck
in
the
Collar
;
and
I
will
once
turne
Dog-leech
.
Stand
from
about
me
,
or
you'l
finde
me
terrible
and
furious
.
Nit.
Ladies
good
Ladies
,
deare
Madam
Morosa
.
Flo.
Honest
Secco
.
Sil.
What
was
the
cause
?
what
wrong
has
hee
done
to
thee
?
Cla.
Why
dost
thou
fright
us
so
,
and
art
so
peremptory
where
wee
are
present
fellow
?
Mor.
Honey-bird
,
Spouse
,
Catamountaine
;
ah
the
Child
,
the
pretty
poore
Child
;
the
sweet
fac'd
Child
.
Spa.
That
very
word
halters
the
eare-wig
.
Sec.
Off
I
say
,
or
I
shall
lay
bare
all
the
naked
truth
to
your
faces
:
his
foreparts
have
been
so
lusty
,
and
his
posterions
must
do
penance
for't
:
Vntrusse
Whiskin
untrusse
;
away
burres
,
out
Mare-hagge
moyle
;
avaunt
,
thy
turne
comes
next
,
avaunt
thy
turn
comes
next
;
avaunt
the
Horns
of
my
rage
are
advanced
;
hence
or
I
shall
gore
ye
.
Spa.
Lash
him
soundly
,
let
the
little
Ape
shew
trickes
.
Nie.
Helpe
,
or
I
shall
be
throtled
.
Mor.
Yes
,
I
will
helpe
thee
pretty
heart
,
if
my
tongue
cannot
prevaile
;
my
nayles
shall
.
Barbarous
minded
man
,
let
go
,
or
I
shall
use
my
tallons
.
Spa.
Well
playd
Dog
,
well
playd
Beare
,
sa
,
sa
,
sa
;
to't
to't
.
Sec.
Fury
,
whore
,
baud
,
my
Wife
and
the
Devill
.
Mor.
Tospot
,
stinckard
,
pander
,
my
husband
&
a
rascal
.
Spa.
Scould
Coxcombe
,
baggage
,
Cuckold
.
Crabed
Age
and
Youth
Cannot
jumpe
together
:
One
is
like
good
lucke
,
T'other
like
foule
weather
.
Troy.
Let
us
fall
in
now
:
What
uncivill
rudenesse
Dares
offer
a
disturbance
to
this
company
.
Peace
and
delights
dwell
here
,
not
brawles
and
outrage
:
Sirrah
be
sure
you
shew
some
reasons
why
You
so
forget
your
duty
?
quickly
shew
it
,
Or
I
shall
tame
your
choller
;
what's
the
ground
on't
?
Spa.
Humh
how's
that
?
how's
that
?
is
he
there
with
a
Wanion
?
Then
doe
I
begin
to
dwindle
,
—
O
oh
,
the
fit
,
the
fit
;
the
fits
upon
me
now
,
now
now
now
.
Sec.
It
shall
out
.
First
then
know
all
Christian
people
Iewes
and
Infidels
,
hees
and
shees
,
by
these
presents
,
that
I
am
a
beast
;
see
what
I
say
,
I
say
a
very
beast
.
Troy.
'Tis
granted
.
Sec.
Go
to
then
,
a
horned
beast
:
a
goodly
tall
horn'd
beast
in
pure
verity
a
Cuckold
:
nay
I
will
tickle
their
Trangdidoes
.
Mor.
Ah
thou
base
fellow
!
wouldst
thou
confesse
it
and
it
were
so
:
but
'tis
not
so
,
and
thou
lyest
and
lowdly
.
Troy.
Patience
Morosa
,
you
are
you
say
a
Cuckold
.
Sec.
He
justifie
my
words
;
I
scorn
to
eate
em
:
this
sucking
Ferret
hath
been
wrigling
in
my
old
Coney
borough
.
Mor.
The
Boy
,
the
Babe
,
the
Infant
;
I
spit
at
thee
.
Cast.
Fie
Secco
fie
.
Sec.
Appeare
Spadone
,
my
proofes
are
pregnant
and
grosse
:
truth
is
the
truth
;
I
must
and
I
will
be
divorced
.
speake
Spadone
and
exalt
thy
voice
.
Spa.
Who
I
speake
,
alas
I
cannot
speake
I
.
Nit.
As
I
hope
to
live
to
be
a
man
.
Sec.
Dambe
the
prick
of
thy
weason
Pipe
:
where
but
two
lie
in
a
bed
you
must
be
Bodkin
bitch-baby
must
ye
.
Spadone
,
am
I
a
Cuckold
or
no
Cuckold
?
Spa.
Why
?
you
know
I
an
ignorant
unable
trifle
in
such
businesse
;
an
Oafe
,
a
simple
Alcatote
;
an
Innocent
.
Sec.
Nay
nay
nay
,
no
matter
for
that
;
this
Ramkin
hath
tup'd
my
old
rotten
carrion
Mutton
.
Mor.
Rotten
in
thy
maw
,
thy
guts
and
garbage
.
Sec.
Spadone
speake
alowd
what
I
am
.
Spa.
I
do
not
know
.
Sec.
What
hast
thou
seen
em
doing
together
?
doing
.
Spa.
Nothing
.
Mor.
Are
thy
mad
braines
in
thy
mazar
now
,
thou
jealous
Bedlam
?
Sec.
Didst
not
thou
from
time
to
time
tell
me
as
much
?
Spa.
Never
.
Sec.
Hoyday
,
Ladies
and
Signior
I
am
abus'd
,
they
are
agreed
to
scorne
jeere
and
runne
me
out
of
my
wits
;
by
consent
this
gelded
hobet a hoy
is
a
corrupted
Pander
:
the
page
a
milke
liverd
Dildo
;
my
Wife
a
Whore
confest
;
and
I
my selfe
a
Cuckold
arrant
.
Spa.
Truely
Secco
for
the
antient
good
Woman
;
I
dare
sweare
point-blanck
;
and
the
Boy
surely
,
I
ever
said
was
to
any
mans
thinking
,
a
very
Chrisome
in
the
thing
you
wot
,
that's
my
opinion
clearely
.
Cla.
What
a
wise
goose-cap
hast
thou
shew'd
thy self
?
Sec.
Here
in
my
fore-head
it
sticks
,
and
stick
it
shall
.
law
I
will
have
;
I
will
never
more
tumble
in
sheets
with
thee
;
I
will
father
no
mis-begotten
of
thine
;
the
Court
shall
trounce
thee
,
the
Citie
casheere
thee
,
diseases
devoure
thee
,
and
the
Spittle
confound
thee
.
Exit
.
Cast.
The
man
ha's
dream'd
himselfe
into
a
lunacie
.
Sil.
Alas
poore
Nitido
.
Nit.
Truely
I
am
innocent
.
Mor.
Marry
art
thou
,
so
thou
art
;
the
World
sayes
how
vertuously
I
have
carried
my
good
name
in
every
part
about
me
,
these
threescore
yeares
and
odde
;
and
at
last
to
slip
with
a
child
;
there
are
men
,
men
enough
,
tough
and
lustie
(
I
hope
)
if
one
would
give
their
mind
to
the
iniquitie
of
the
flesh
,
but
this
is
the
life
I
ha'
led
with
him
a
while
since
when
a
lies
by
me
as
cold
as
a
dry
stone
.
Troy.
This
onely
(
Ladies
)
is
a
fit
of
noveltie
,
All
will
be
reconcil'd
,
I
doubt
,
Spadone
;
Here
is
your
hand
in
this
how ere
deny'd
.
Spa.
Faithfully
in
truth
forsooth
.
Troy.
Well
,
well
enough
—
Morosa
,
be
lesse
troubled
;
This
little
jarre
is
argument
of
loue
,
It
will
prove
lasting
;
Beauties
,
I
attend
yee
.
Ex.
Troy.
La.
Spa.
Youngling
,
a
word
youngling
:
have
not
you
scap'd
the
lash
hansomly
?
thanke
me
for't
Nit.
I
feare
thy
roguery
,
and
I
shall
finde
it
.
Spa.
Ist
possible
,
give
me
thy
little
fist
,
we
are
friends
;
have
a
care
henceforth
,
remember
this
whilst
you
live
.
And
still
the
Vrehin
would
,
but
could
not
doe
:
Pretty
knave
,
and
so
forth
:
Come
,
truce
on
all
hands
.
Nit.
Beshrew
your
fooles
head
;
this
was
jeast
in
earnest
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
ROMANELLO
.
Rom.
I
will
converse
with
beasts
;
there
is
in
mankinde
No
sound
society
,
but
in
woman
(
blesse
me
)
Nor
faith
nor
reason
:
I
may
justly
wonder
What
trust
was
in
my
Mother
.
Enter
a
Servant
.
Ser.
A
Caroch
,
sir
,
Stand
at
the
Gate
.
Rom.
Stand
let
it
still
,
and
freeze
there
:
Make
sure
the
socks
.
Ser.
Too
late
,
you
are
prevented
.
Enter
Flavia
,
Camilla
,
and
Vespuci
.
Fla.
Brother
,
I
come
—
Rom.
Vnlookt
for
;
—
I
but
sojourne
My selfe
;
I
keepe
nor
house
,
nor
entertainments
,
French
Cookes
compos'd
,
Italian
Collations
;
Rich
Persian
surfets
,
with
a
traine
of
services
,
Befitting
exquisite
Ladies
,
such
as
you
are
,
Perfume
not
our
low
Roofes
;
—
the
way
lies
open
That
there
.
—
Good
day
,
great
Madam
.
Fla.
Why
d'yee
slight
me
?
For
what
one
act
of
mine
,
even
from
my
Childhood
,
Which
may
deliver
my
deserts
inferiour
Or
to
our
Births
or
Familie
;
is
Nature
Become
,
in
your
contempt
of
me
,
a
Monster
?
Ves.
What's
this
Camillo
!
Cam.
Not
the
straine
in
ordinary
.
Rom.
I'm
out
of
tune
to
chop
discourses
—
however
,
You
are
a
Woman
.
Fla.
Pensive
and
unfortunate
,
Wanting
a
Brothers
bosome
to
dis-burthen
More
griefs
,
then
female
weaknesse
can
keep
league
with
;
Let
worst
of
malice
,
voye'd
in
loud
report
,
Spit
what
le
dares
invent
against
my
actions
;
And
it
shall
never
find
a
power
to
blemish
My
mention
,
other
then
beseemes
a
patient
:
I
not
repine
at
lownesses
;
and
the
Fortunes
Which
I
attend
on
now
,
are
as
I
value
them
,
No
new
creation
to
a
looser
liberty
:
Your
strangenes
only
may
beget
a
change
In
wild
opinion
.
Cam.
Heere's
another
tang
of
sence
,
Vespuci
.
Ves.
Listen
and
observe
,
Rom.
Are
not
you
pray
ye
,
(
nay
,
wee'l
be
contented
In
presence
of
your
Vshers
,
once
to
prattle
.
Some
idle
minutes
)
are
you
not
inthroan'd
The
Ladie
Regent
,
by
whose
speciall
influence
Iulie
the
Count
of
Camerine
is
order'd
?
Fla.
His
Wife
'tis
knowne
I
am
;
and
in
that
title
,
Obedient
to
a
service
;
else
,
of
greatnesse
The
quiet
of
my
wish
was
nere
ambitious
.
Rom.
Hee
loues
you
?
Fla.
As
worthily
,
as
dearely
.
Rom.
And
'tis
beleev'd
how
practice
quickly
fashion'd
A
port
of
humorous
anticknesse
in
carriage
,
Discourse
,
demeanour
,
gestures
.
Cam.
Put
home
roundly
.
Ves.
A
ward
for
that
blow
.
Fla.
Safety
,
of
mine
Honor
,
Instructed
such
deceit
.
Rom.
Your
Honour
?
Fla.
Witnesse
This
brace
of
sprightly
Gallants
,
whose
confederacie
Presum'd
to
plot
a
siege
.
Cam.
Ves.
Wee
,
Madam
I
Rom.
On
,
on
,
Some
leysure
serves
us
now
.
Fla.
Still
as
Lord
Iulio
Pursu'd
his
Contract
with
the
man
(
oh
pardon
If
I
forget
to
name
him
)
by
whose
poverty
Of
honest
truth
,
I
was
renounc'd
in
Marriage
.
These
two
,
intrusted
for
a
secret
Courtship
,
By
tokens
,
letters
,
message
,
in
their
turnes
,
Profferd
their
owne
devotions
,
as
they
term'd
them
,
Almost
unto
an
impudence
;
regardlesse
Of
him
,
on
whose
supportance
they
relyed
.
Rom.
Dare
not
for
both
your
lives
to
interrupt
her
.
Fla.
Bayted
thus
to
vexation
,
I
assum'd
A
dulnesse
of
simplicity
;
till
afterwards
Lost
to
my
Citie
,
Freedome
,
and
now
enter'd
Into
this
present
state
of
my
Condition
;
(
Concluding
henceforth
absolute
security
From
their
lascivious
Villanies
)
I
continued
My
former
custome
of
ridiculous
lightnesse
,
As
they
did
their
pursuit
;
t'acquaint
my
Lord
,
were
T'have
ruin'd
their
best
certainty
of
living
:
But
that
might
yeeld
suspition
in
my
nature
;
And
woman
may
be
vertuous
without
mischiefe
,
To
such
as
tempt
them
.
Rom.
You
are
much
to
blame
sirs
,
Should
all
be
truth
is
utterd
.
Fla.
For
that
Justice
I
did
command
them
hither
,
for
a
privacie
In
conference
'twixt
Flavia
and
her
brother
Needed
no
Secretaries
such
as
these
are
:
Now
Romanello
,
thou
art
every
refuge
I
slie
for
right
to
;
if
I
be
thy
Sister
,
And
not
a
Bastard
,
answer
their
confession
,
Or
threaten
vengeance
,
with
perpetuall
silence
.
Cam.
My
follies
are
acknowledg'd
;
y'are
a
Lady
Who
have
outdone
example
:
when
I
trespasse
In
ought
but
duty
,
and
respects
of
service
,
May
hopes
of
ioyes
forsake
me
.
Ves.
To
like
pennance
I
joyne
a
constant
votarie
.
Rom.
Peace
then
Is
ratified
,
—
my
Sister
thou
hast
waken'd
Intranc'd
affection
from
its
steepe
to
knowledge
Of
once
more
who
thou
art
;
no
jealous
frenzie
Shall
hazard
a
distrust
:
reigne
in
thy
sweetnes
,
Thou
onely
worthy
Woman
;
these
two
Converts
Record
our
hearty
vnion
,
I
have
shooke
off
My
thraldome
,
Lady
,
and
have
made
discoveries
Of
famous
Novels
;
but
of
those
hereafter
;
Thus
wee
seale
love
,
you
shall
know
all
and
wonder
.
Enter
LIVIO
.
Liv.
Health
and
his
hearts
desire
to
Romanello
;
My
welcome
I
bring
with
me
;
noblest
Lady
,
Excuse
an
ignorance
of
your
faire
presence
;
This
may
be
bold
intrusion
.
Fla.
Not
by
me
,
Sir
.
Rom.
You
are
not
frequent
here
as
I
remember
;
But
since
you
bring
your
welcome
with
you
,
Livio
,
Be
bold
to
use
it
;
to
the
point
.
Liv.
This
Lady
,
With
both
these
Gentlemen
,
in
happie
houre
May
be
partakers
of
the
long
liv'd
amity
,
Our
soules
must
liuke
in
.
Rom.
So
belike
the
Marquesse
Stores
some
new
grace
,
some
speciall
close
employment
,
For
whom
your
kind
commends
by
deputation
Please
thinke
on
to
oblige
,
and
Livio's
charity
Descends
on
Romanello
liberally
,
above
my
means
to
thank
.
Liv.
Siena
sometimes
Has
beene
inform'd
how
gladly
there
did
passe
A
treatie
of
chast
loves
with
Castamela
;
From
this
good
heart
,
it
was
in
me
an
error
Wilfull
and
causelesse
,
'tis
confest
,
that
hinder'd
Such
honourable
prosecution
,
Even
and
equall
;
better
thoughts
consider
,
How
much
I
wrong'd
the
gentle
course
which
led
yee
To
vowes
of
true
affection
;
us
of
friendship
.
Rom.
Sits
the
wind
there
boy
;
leaving
formall
circumstance
,
proceed
;
you
dally
yet
.
Liv.
Then
without
plea
,
For
countenancing
what
has
beene
injurious
On
my
part
,
I
am
come
to
tender
really
My
Sister
a
lou'd
Wife
t'yee
;
freely
take
her
Right
honest
man
,
and
as
yee
live
together
,
May
your
encrease
of
yeares
prove
but
one
spring
,
One
lasting
flourishing
youth
;
she
is
your
owne
,
My
hands
shall
perfect
what's
requir'd
to
ceremony
.
Fla.
Brother
,
this
day
was
meant
a
holyday
,
For
feast
on
every
side
.
Rom.
The
new-turn'd
Courtier
Proffers
most
franckly
;
but
withall
leaves
out
A
due
consideration
of
the
narrownesse
Our
short
estate
is
bounded
in
,
some
Politicks
As
they
rise
vp
(
like
Livio
)
to
perfection
In
their
owne
competencies
,
gather
also
Grave
supplement
of
providence
and
wisedome
;
Yet
he
abates
in
his
—
you
use
a
triumph
In
your
advantages
,
it
smels
of
state
:
We
know
you
are
no
foole
.
Fla.
Sooth
I
beleeve
him
.
Cam.
Else
'twere
imposture
.
Ves.
Folly
ranck
,
and
sence
lesse
.
Liv.
Enjoyne
an
oath
at
large
.
Rom.
Since
you
meane
earnest
,
Receive
in
satisfaction
;
I
am
resolv'd
For
single
life
;
there
was
a
time
(
was
Livio
)
When
indiscretion
blinded
forecast
in
me
;
But
recollection
,
with
your
rules
of
thriftinesse
,
Prevaild
against
all
passion
.
Liv.
You'd
be
courted
,
Courtship's
the
childe
of
coynesse
Romanello
;
And
for
the
Rules
'tis
possible
to
name
them
.
Rom.
A
single
life's
no
burthen
;
but
to
draw
In
yoakes
is
chargeable
,
and
doth
require
A
double
maintenance
;
Livios
very
words
,
For
he
can
live
without
a
wife
and
purchase
,
By'r
Lady
so
you
doe
Sir
,
send
you
joy
on't
;
These
rules
you
see
are
possible
,
and
answer'd
.
Liv.
Full
,
—
answer
was
late
mate
to
this
already
,
My
Sister's
onely
thine
.
Rom.
Where
lives
the
Creature
Your
pitty
stoopes
to
pin
upon
your
servant
?
Not
in
a
Nunn'ry
for
a
yeares
probation
?
Fie
on
such
coldnes
,
there
are
BOVVRDS
OF
FANCIES
Ravish'd
from
troops
of
Fairy
Nymphs
,
and
Virgins
Cul'd
from
the
downie
breasts
of
Queenes
their
Mothers
,
In
the
Titanian
Empire
,
far
from
Mortals
:
But
these
are
tales
;
troth
I
have
quite
abandoned
All
loving
humour
.
Liv.
Heere
is
scorne
in
Riddles
,
Rom.
Were
there
another
Marquesse
in
Sienna
More
potent
then
the
same
who
is
vice-gerent
To
the
great
Duke
of
Florence
,
our
grand
Master
:
Were
the
great
Duke
himselfe
here
,
and
would
lift
up
My
head
to
fellow
pompe
amongst
his
Nobles
,
By
falshood
to
the
honour
of
a
Sister
,
Vrging
me
instrument
in
his
Seraglio
;
Ide
teare
the
Wardrobe
of
an
outside
from
him
Rather
then
live
a
Pandar
to
his
bribery
.
Liv.
So
would
the
hee
you
talke
to
,
Romanello
,
Without
a
noise
that's
singular
.
Rom.
Shees
a
Countesse
Flavia
,
shee
;
but
she
has
an
Earle
her
Husband
,
Though
farre
from
our
procurement
.
Liv.
Castamela
Is
refus'd
then
.
Rom.
Never
design'd
my
Choyce
,
You
know
and
I
know
(
Livio
)
more
I
tell
thee
,
A
noble
honestie
ought
to
give
allowance
,
When
reason
intercedes
;
by
all
that's
manly
,
I
range
not
in
derision
but
compassion
.
Liv.
Intelligence
flies
swiftly
.
Rom.
Pretty
swiftly
;
We
have
compar'd
the
Copie
with
the
Originall
,
And
finde
no
disagreement
.
Liv.
So
my
Sister
Can
be
no
wife
for
Romanello
?
Rom.
No
,
no
,
One
noe
once
more
and
ever
;
—
this
your
courtesie
Foild
me
a
second
;
—
Sir
,
you
brought
a
welcome
,
You
must
not
part
without
it
;
scan
with
pittie
My
plainnesse
,
I
intend
nor
gall
,
nor
quarrell
.
Liv.
Far
bee't
from
me
to
presse
a
blame
,
great
Lady
;
I
kisse
your
noble
hands
,
and
to
these
Gentlemen
Present
a
civill
parting
;
Romanello
,
By
the
next
foot-Post
thou
wilt
heare
some
newes
Of
alteration
;
if
I
send
,
come
to
me
.
Rom.
Questionlesse
,
yea
.
Liv.
My
thanks
may
quit
the
favor
.
Exit
.
Fla.
Brother
his
intercourse
of
conference
,
Appeares
at
once
perplext
,
but
withall
sensible
.
Rom.
Doubts
easily
resolv'd
;
upon
your
vertues
The
whole
foundation
of
my
peace
is
grounded
:
Ile
guard
yee
to
your
home
,
lost
in
one
comfort
Heere
I
have
found
another
.
Fla.
Goodnesse
prosper
it
.
Exeunt
.
ACT.
V.
Enter
OCTAVIO
,
TROYLO
,
SECCO
,
and
NITIDO
.
Oct.
NO
more
of
these
complaints
and
clamors
;
Have
we
nor
enemies
abroad
,
Nor
waking
Sycophants
,
Who
peering
through
our
actions
,
wait
occasion
By
which
they
watch
to
lay
advantage
open
To
vulgar
descant
,
but
amongst
our selves
Some
whom
we
call
our
owne
must
practise
scandall
(
Out
of
a
libertie
of
ease
and
fulnesse
)
Against
our
honour
,
we
shall
quickly
order
Strange
reformation
Sirs
,
and
you
will
finde
it
.
Troy.
When
Servants
servants
,
slaves
,
once
relish
license
Of
good
opinion
from
a
noble
nature
,
They
take
upon
them
boldnesse
to
abuse
Such
interest
,
and
Lord
it
ore
their
fellowes
,
As
if
they
were
exempt
from
that
condition
.
Oct.
He
is
unfit
to
mannage
publique
matters
Who
knowes
not
how
to
rule
at
home
his
hoshould
;
You
must
be
jealous
(
puppie
)
of
a
Boy
too
;
Raise
uprores
,
(
bandie
noise
)
amongst
young
Maidens
;
Keepe
revels
in
your
madnesse
,
use
authoritie
Of
giving
punishment
;
a
foole
must
foole
ye
;
And
this
is
all
but
pastime
,
as
you
thinke
it
.
Nit.
With
your
good
Lordships
favor
,
since
,
Spadone
Confest
it
was
a
gullery
put
on
Secco
,
For
some
revenge
meant
me
.
Troy.
He
vow'd
it
truth
Before
the
Ladies
in
my
hearing
.
Oct.
Sirrah
,
Ile
turne
you
to
your
shop
agen
and
trinkets
,
Your
suds
and
pan
of
small-cole
;
take
your
damzell
The
grand
old
ragge
,
of
beautie
;
your
deaths
head
;
Try
then
what
custome
reverence
can
trade
in
;
Fiddle
,
and
play
your
pranks
amongst
your
neighbours
;
That
all
the
towne
may
roare
ye
;
now
ye
simper
And
looke
like
a
shav'd
skull
.
Nit.
This
comes
of
prating
.
Sec.
I
am
my
Lord
a
worme
,
pray
my
Lord
tread
on
me
,
I
will
not
turne
agen
;
'las
I
shall
never
venture
To
hang
my
Pole
out
;
on
my
knees
I
begges
it
,
My
bare
knees
,
I
will
downe
unto
my
wife
And
doe
what
she
will
have
me
,
all
I
can
doe
;
Nay
more
,
(
if
she
will
have
it
)
aske
forgivenes
,
Be
an
obedient
Husband
;
never
crosse
her
,
Vnlesse
sometimes
in
kindnes
:
Seignior
Troylo
,
Speake
one
sweet
word
;
Ile
sweare
'twas
in
my
madnes
,
I
said
I
knew
not
what
,
and
that
no
creature
Was
brought
by
you
amongst
the
Ladies
,
Nitido
Ile
forsweare
thee
too
.
Oct.
Wait
a
while
our
pleasure
;
You
shall
know
more
anon
.
Sec.
Remember
me
now
.
Exeunt
.
Oct.
Troylo
,
thou
art
my
brothers
sonne
,
and
nereest
In
blood
to
me
;
thou
hast
beene
next
in
counsells
.
Those
ties
of
nature
(
if
thou
canst
consider
How
much
they
doe
engage
)
worke
by
instinct
In
every
worthy
or
ignoble
mention
Which
can
concerne
me
.
Troy.
Sir
,
they
have
and
shall
As
long
as
I
beare
life
.
Oct.
Henceforth
the
Stewardship
My
carefulnes
,
for
the
honour
of
our
Familie
Has
undertooke
,
must
yeeld
the
world
account
,
And
make
cleare
reckonings
;
yet
we
stand
suspected
In
our
even
courses
.
Troy.
But
when
time
shall
wonder
How
much
it
was
mistaken
in
the
issue
Of
honourable
,
and
secure
contrivements
.
Your
wisedome
crown'd
with
lawrels
of
a
Iustice
Deserving
approbation
will
quite
foyle
The
ignorance
of
popular
opinion
.
Oct.
Report
is
merry
with
my
feates
;
my
dotage
Vndoubtedly
the
Vulgar
voyce
doth
caroll
it
.
Troy.
True
Sir
,
but
Romanello's
late
admission
Warrants
that
giddy
confidence
of
rumor
Without
all
contradiction
;
now
'tis
Oracle
,
And
so
receiv'd
;
I
am
confirm'd
,
the
Lady
By
this
time
proves
his
scorne
as
well
as
laughter
.
Oct.
And
we
with
her
his
table-talke
—
she
stands
not
In
any
firme
affection
to
him
.
Troy.
None
Sir
,
More
then
her
wonted
Noblenesse
afforded
Out
of
a
civill
custome
.
Oct.
We
are
resolute
In
our
determination
,
meaning
quickly
To
cause
these
clouds
flie
off
;
the
ordering
of
it
Nephew
is
thine
.
Enter
Livio
.
Troy.
Your
care
and
love
commands
me
.
Liv.
I
come
,
my
Lord
,
a
Suiter
.
Oct.
Honest
Livio
,
Perfectly
honest
,
reallie
;
no
fallacies
No
flawes
are
in
thy
truth
:
I
shall
promote
thee
To
place
more
eminent
.
Troy.
Livio
deserves
it
.
Oct.
What
suit
?
speake
boldly
.
Liv.
Pray
discharge
my
office
,
My
mastership
;
'twere
better
live
a
yeoman
And
live
with
men
,
then
over-eye
your
houses
,
Whiles
I
my selfe
am
ridden
like
a
jade
.
Oct.
Such
breath
sounds
but
ill
manners
;
know
young
man
,
Old
as
we
are
,
our
Soule
retaines
a
fire
Active
and
quick
in
motion
,
which
shall
equall
The
daringst
boyes
ambition
of
true
manhood
That
weares
a
pride
to
brave
us
.
Troy.
He
is
my
friend
,
Sir
.
Oct.
You
are
wearie
of
our
service
,
and
may
leave
it
.
We
can
court
no
mans
dutie
.
Liv.
Without
passion
,
My
Lord
,
d'yee
thinke
your
Nephew
here
,
your
Troylo
Parts
in
your
spirit
as
freely
as
your
blood
;
'Tis
no
rude
question
.
Oct.
Had
you
knowne
his
Mother
You
might
have
sworne
her
honest
;
let
him
justifie
Himselfe
not
base
borne
:
for
thy
Sisters
sake
I
doe
conceive
the
like
of
thee
;
be
wiser
,
But
prate
to
me
no
more
thus
;
—
if
the
gallant
Resolve
on
my
attendance
,
ere
he
leave
me
,
Acquaint
him
with
the
present
service
,
Nephew
,
I
meant
to
imploy
him
in
.
Exit
.
Troy.
Fie
Livio
,
wherefore
Turn'd
wild
upon
the
sodaine
.
Liv.
Pretty
Gentleman
,
How
modestly
you
move
your
doubts
?
how
tamely
?
Aske
Romanello
,
he
hath
without
leave
Surveigh'd
your
Bowres
of
FANCIES
,
hath
discovered
The
mystery
of
those
pure
Nuns
;
those
chast
ones
,
Vntouch'd
forsooth
;
the
holy
Academie
:
Hath
found
a
Mothers
daughter
there
of
mine
too
,
And
one
who
cald
my
Father
Father
,
talkes
out
,
Ruffles
in
mirth
on't
;
baffel'd
to
my
face
The
glory
of
her
greatnesse
by
it
.
Troy.
Truely
.
Liv.
Death
to
my
sufferance
,
canst
thou
heare
this
misery
,
And
answer't
with
a
truely
?
'twas
thy
wickednes
False
as
thine
owne
heart
tempted
my
credulity
,
That
,
her
to
ruine
;
she
was
once
an
innocent
,
As
free
from
spot
,
as
the
blew
face
of
heaven
Without
a
cloud
in't
;
she
is
now
as
sully'd
As
is
that
Canopie
,
when
mists
and
vapours
Divide
it
from
our
sight
,
and
threaten
pestilence
.
Troy.
Sayes
he
so
,
Livio
.
Liv.
Yes
,
and't
like
your
noblenes
;
He
truely
does
so
say
;
your
breach
of
friendship
With
me
,
must
borrow
courage
from
your
Vncle
,
Whiles
your
sword
talkes
an
answer
;
theres
no
remedy
,
I
will
have
satisfaction
,
though
thy
life
Come
short
of
such
demand
.
Troy.
Then
satisfaction
Much
worthier
then
your
sword
can
force
,
you
shall
have
,
Yet
mine
shall
keepe
the
peace
;
I
can
be
angry
And
brave
alow'd
in
my
reply
;
but
honour
Schooles
me
to
fitter
grounds
,
this
as
a
gentleman
I
promise
ere
the
minutes
of
the
night
Warne
us
to
rest
,
such
satisfaction
(
heare
me
And
credit
it
)
as
more
you
cannot
wish
for
,
So
much
not
thinke
of
.
Liv.
Not
?
the
time
is
short
,
Before
our
sleeping
houre
:
you
vow
.
Troy.
I
doe
,
Before
we
ought
to
sleepe
.
Liv.
So
I
intend
to
,
On
confidence
of
which
,
what
left
the
Marquessa
In
charge
for
me
?
Ile
do't
.
Troy.
Invite
Count
Iulio
His
Ladie
,
and
her
brother
,
with
their
company
To
my
Lords
Court
at
Supper
.
Liv.
Easie
busines
,
And
then
.
—
Troy.
And
then
soone
after
,
the
performance
Of
my
past
vow
waites
on
yee
,
but
be
certaine
You
bring
them
with
y'e
.
Liv.
Yet
your
servant
.
Troy.
Neerer
my
friend
,
you'l
find
no
lesse
.
Liv.
'Tis
strange
,
is't
possible
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Castamela
,
Clarella
,
Floria
,
and
Silvia
.
Cast.
You
have
discourst
to
me
a
lovely
story
,
My
heart
doth
dance
toth'
musique
;
'twere
a
sinne
Should
I
in
any
tittle
stand
distrustfull
Where
such
a
people
such
as
you
are
,
innocent
Even
by
the
Patent
of
your
yeares
and
language
,
Informe
a
truth
;
O
talke
it
ore
againe
;
Ye
are
ye
say
three
daughters
of
one
mother
,
That
Mother
only
Sister
to
the
Marquesse
,
Whose
charge
hath
since
her
death
(
being
left
a
widdow
)
Here
in
this
place
prefer'd
your
education
:
Is't
so
?
Cla.
It
is
even
so
,
and
howsoever
Report
may
wander
loosely
in
some
scandall
Against
our
privacies
;
yet
we
have
wanted
No
gracefull
meanes
fit
for
our
births
and
qualities
,
To
traine
us
up
into
a
vertuous
knowledge
Of
what
,
and
who
we
ought
to
be
.
Flo.
Our
Vncle
Hath
often
told
us
,
how
it
more
concern'd
him
Before
he
shew'd
us
to
the
world
,
to
render
Our
youths
and
our
demeanors
in
each
action
Approv'd
by
his
experience
,
then
too
early
Adventure
on
the
follies
of
the
age
,
By
prone
temptations
fatall
.
Sil.
In
good
deed
la
,
We
meane
no
harme
.
Cast.
Deceit
must
want
a
shelter
Vnder
a
roofe
,
that's
covering
to
soules
So
white
as
breaths
beneath
it
,
such
as
these
are
;
My
happines
shares
largely
in
this
blessing
,
And
I
must
thanke
direction
of
the
providence
Which
led
me
hither
.
Cla.
Aptly
have
you
stil'd
it
,
A
providence
for
ever
in
chast
loves
,
Such
majestie
hath
power
,
—
our
Kinsman
Troylo
Was
herein
his
owne
factor
;
he
will
prove
,
Beleeve
him
Lady
,
every
way
as
constant
,
As
noble
,
we
can
baile
him
from
the
cruelty
Of
misconstruction
.
Flo.
You
will
finde
his
tongue
But
a
just
Secretary
to
his
heart
.
Cast.
The
Guardianesse
(
Deare
Creatures
)
now
and
then
,
it
seemes
Makes
bold
to
talke
.
Cla.
Sh'as
waited
on
us
From
all
our
Cradles
,
will
prate
sometimes
odly
,
However
meanes
but
sport
;
I
am
unwilling
Our
houshold
should
breake
up
,
but
must
obey
His
wisedome
,
under
whose
command
we
live
:
Sever
our
companies
I'm
sure
we
shall
not
;
Yet
'tis
a
pretty
life
this
and
a
quiet
.
Enter
Morosa
,
Secco
,
his
apron
on
,
Bason
of
water
,
Scissers
,
Combe
,
Towels
,
Razor
,
&c.
Sec.
Chuck
,
duckling
,
honye
,
mouse
,
monkey
all
and
every
thing
;
I
am
thine
ever
and
only
,
will
never
offend
againe
,
as
I
hope
to
shave
cleane
and
get
honour
by't
,
heartily
I
aske
forgivenesse
;
bee
gracious
to
thine
owne
flesh
and
blood
,
and
kisse
me
home
.
Mor.
Looke
you
provoke
us
no
more
,
for
this
time
you
shall
finde
mercy
;
—
was't
that
hedgehog
set
thy
braines
a
crowing
?
bee
quits
with
him
,
but
doe
not
hurt
the
great
male-baby
.
Sec.
Enough
,
I
am
wise
,
and
will
be
merry
,
—
hast
Beauties
,
the
Caroches
will
sodaine
receive
yee
;
a
night
of
pleasure
is
toward
,
pray
for
good
husbands
a
peece
,
that
may
trim
you
featly
,
(
dainty
ones
)
and
let
mee
alone
to
trim
them
.
Mor.
Loving
hearts
be
quick
as
soone
as
ye
can
,
time
runs
apace
;
what
you
must
doe
,
doe
nimbly
,
and
give
your
minds
to't
;
young
bloods
stand
fumbling
?
fie
away
,
be
ready
for
shame
before-hand
;
hisband
,
stand
to
thy
tackling
hisband
,
like
a
man
of
mettall
:
goe
,
goe
,
goe
.
Exit
Morosa
and
Ladies
.
Sec.
Will
ye
come
away
loyterers
?
shall
I
wait
all
day
?
Am
I
at
livery
d'ye
thinke
.
Enter
Spadone
ready
to
be
trim'd
,
and
Nitido
.
Spa.
Here
and
ready
;
what
a
mouthing
thou
keep'st
,
I
have
but
scour'd
my
hands
,
and
curried
my
head
to
save
time
,
honest
Secco
,
neat
Secco
,
precious
barbarian
,
now
thou
lookst
like
a
worshipfull
Tooth-drawer
,
would
I
might
see
thee
on
horsebacke
,
in
the
pompe
once
.
Sec.
A
Chaire
,
a
Chaire
,
quick
,
quick
.
Nit.
Here's
a
chaire
,
a
chaire
politique
,
my
fine
boy
,
sit
thee
downe
in
triumph
,
and
rise
one
of
the
nine
Worthies
;
thou'lt
be
a
sweet
youth
anon
sirrah
.
Spa.
So
,
to
worke
with
a
grace
now
,
I
cannot
but
highly
be
in
love
with
the
fashion
of
Gentry
,
which
is
never
compleat
,
till
the
snip snap
of
dexterity
,
hath
mow'd
off
the
excrements
of
slovenry
.
Sec.
Very
commodiously
deliver'd
I
protest
.
Nit.
Nay
,
the
thing
under
your
fingers
is
a
whelpe
of
the
wits
I
can
assure
you
.
Spa.
I
a
whelpe
of
the
wits
?
no
,
no
,
I
cannot
barke
impudently
,
and
ignorantly
enough
;
—
oh
,
and
a
man
of
this
Art
had
now
and
then
Soveraigntie
over
faire
Ladies
,
you
would
tickle
their
upper
and
their
lower
lips
,
you'd
so
smouch
and
belaver
their
chopps
.
Sec.
We
light
on
some
offices
for
Ladies
too
,
as
occasion
serves
.
Nit.
Yes
,
frizzle
or
pouder
their
haire
,
plane
their
eye-browes
,
set
a
napp
on
their
cheekes
,
keepe
secrets
,
and
tell
newes
;
that's
all
.
Sec.
Winke
fast
with
both
your
eyes
,
the
ingredients
to
the
composition
of
this
ball
,
are
most
odorous
Camphire
,
pure
sope
of
Venice
,
oyle
of
sweet
Almonds
,
with
the
spirit
of
Allome
;
they
will
search
and
smart
shrewdly
,
if
you
keep
not
the
shop-windowes
of
your
head
close
.
Spa.
Newes
?
well
remember'd
,
that's
part
of
your
trade
too
(
prethee
doe
not
rub
so
roughly
)
and
how
goes
the
tattle
oth'
towne
?
what
novelties
stirring
,
ha
?
Sec.
Strange
,
and
scarse
to
be
credited
;
a
gelding
was
lately
seene
to
leape
an
old
Mare
;
and
an
old
man
of
one
hundred
and
twelve
stood
in
a
white
sheet
for
getting
a
wench
of
fifteene
with
childe
,
here
hard
by
,
most
admirable
and
portentous
.
Spa.
Ile
never
beleeve
it
,
'tis
impossible
.
Nit.
Most
certaine
,
some
Doctor
Farriers
are
of
opinion
that
the
Mare
may
cast
a
Foale
,
which
the
Master
of
their
Hall
conclude
in
spight
of
all
Iockies
and
their
familiars
,
will
carry
every
race
before
him
,
without
spurre
or
switch
.
Spa.
O
rare
,
a
man
might
venture
ten
or
twenty
to
one
safely
then
,
and
nere
be
in
danger
o'
the
cheate
;
—
this
water
me thinks
is
none
of
the
sweetest
;
Camphire
and
soape
of
Venice
say
ye
.
Sec.
With
a
little
grecum
album
for
mundification
.
Nit.
Grecum
album
is
a
kinde
of
white
persum'd
pouder
,
which
plaine
Countrey
people
,
I
beleeve
,
call
dog-muske
.
Spa.
Dog-muske
,
poxe
o'the
dog-muske
,
what
dost
meane
to
bleach
my
nose
,
thou
giv'st
such
twitches
to't
?
set
me
at
liberty
as
soone
as
thou
canst
,
gentle
Secco
Sec.
Onely
pare
off
a
little
superfluous
downe
from
your
chin
,
and
all's
done
.
Spa.
Pish
,
no
matter
for
that
;
dispatch
,
I
entreat
thee
.
Nit.
Have
patience
man
,
'tis
for
his
credit
to
be
neat
.
Spa.
What's
that
so
cold
at
my
throat
;
and
scrubs
so
hard
?
Sec.
A
kinde
of
steele
instrument
yeleped
a
Razor
,
a
sharp
toole
and
a
keene
,
it
has
a
certaine
vertue
of
cutting
a
throat
,
if
a
man
please
to
give
his
mind
to't
;
—
hold
up
your
muzzle
Signior
,
—
when
did
you
talke
baudily
to
my
wife
last
?
tell
me
for
your
owne
good
(
Signior
)
I
advise
you
.
Spa.
I
talke
baudily
to
thy
wife
?
hang
baudry
;
good
now
mind
thy
busines
,
lest
thy
hand
slip
.
Nit.
Give
him
kinde
words
you
were
best
,
for
a
toy
that
I
know
.
Sec.
Confesse
,
or
I
shall
marre
your
grace
in
whiffing
Tobacco
or
squirting
of
sweet
wines
downe
your
gullet
;
—
you
have
beene
offering
to
play
the
gelding
we
told
yee
of
I
suppose
;
—
speake
truth
,
(
move
the
semicircle
of
your
countenance
to
my
left
hand
file
)
out
with
the
truth
;
would
you
have
had
a
leap
.
Nit.
Spadone
,
thou
art
in
a
lamentable
pickle
,
have
a
good
heart
and
pray
if
thou
canst
,
I
pitty
thee
.
Spa.
I
protest
and
vow
friend
Secco
,
I
know
no
leaps
,
I
.
Sec.
Let
goatish
and
an
Eunuch
?
this
cutt
,
and
then
—
Spa.
Confound
thee
,
thy
leaps
and
thy
cuts
,
I
am
no
Eunuch
,
you
finicall
asse
,
I
am
no
Eunuch
;
but
at
all
points
as
well
provided
,
as
any
he
in
Italy
,
and
that
thy
Wife
could
have
told
thee
:
this
your
conspiracie
,
to
thrust
my
head
into
a
brazen
tub
of
Kitchin-see
,
hudwinke
mine
eyes
in
mud-soape
,
and
then
offer
to
cut
my
throat
in
the
darke
like
a
Coward
?
I
may
live
to
be
reveng'd
on
both
of
yee
.
Nit.
Oh
scurvy
!
thou
art
angry
,
feele
man
whether
thy
weason
be
not
cracked
first
.
Sec.
You
must
fiddle
my
braines
into
a
jealousie
,
rub
my
temples
with
saffron
,
and
burnish
my
forehead
with
the
juyce
of
yellowes
:
have
I
fitted
yee
now
sir
?
Enter
Morosa
.
Spa.
All's
whole
yet
I
hope
?
Mor.
Yes
,
sirrah
;
all
is
whole
yet
;
but
if
ever
thou
dost
speak
treason
against
my
sweeting
and
me
once
more
,
thoul't
finde
a
roguy
bargaine
on't
;
deare
,
this
was
handled
like
one
of
spirit
and
discretion
:
Nitido
has
pag'd
it
trimly
too
;
no
wording
,
but
make
ready
and
attend
at
Court
.
Sec.
Now
we
know
thou
art
a
man
;
we
forget
what
hath
past
,
and
are
fellowes
and
friends
againe
.
Nit.
Wipe
your
face
cleane
;
and
take
heed
of
a
Razor
.
Spa.
The
feare
put
me
into
a
sweat
;
I
cannot
helpe
it
;
I
am
glad
I
have
my
throat
mine
owne
,
and
must
laugh
for
Company
,
or
be
laught
at
.
Exit
.
Enter
Livio
,
and
Troylo.
Liv.
You
finde
Sir
,
I
have
prov'd
a
ready
servant
,
And
brought
th'expected
guests
,
amidst
these
feastings
,
These
costly
entertainments
;
you
must
pardon
My
incivility
that
here
sequesters
Your
eares
from
choise
of
musique
,
or
discourse
To
a
lesse
pleasant
parley
;
night
drawes
on
,
And
quickly
will
grow
old
;
it
were
unmanly
For
any
Gentleman
,
who
loves
his
honour
,
To
put
it
on
the
rack
;
here
is
small
comfort
Of
such
a
satisfaction
as
was
promis'd
,
Though
certainly
it
must
be
had
;
pray
tell
me
What
can
appeare
about
me
to
be
us'd
thus
?
My
soule
is
free
from
injuries
.
Troy.
My
tongue
from
serious
untruths
,
I
never
wrong'd
you
,
Love
you
too
well
to
meane
it
now
.
Liv.
Not
wrong'd
mee
?
(
Blest
Heaven
!
)
this
is
the
bandie
of
a
patience
Beyond
all
sufferance
.
Troy.
If
your
owne
acknowledgement
Quit
me
not
fairely
ere
the
houres
of
rest
Shall
shut
our
eyes
up
,
say
I
made
a
forfeit
Of
what
no
length
of
yeares
can
once
redeeme
.
Liv.
Fine
whirles
in
tame
imagination
;
on
sir
,
It
is
scarce
mannerly
at
such
a
season
,
Such
a
solemnitie
(
the
place
and
presence
Consider'd
)
with
delights
,
to
mixe
combustions
.
Troy.
Prepare
for
free
contents
,
and
give
em
welcome
.
Flourish
.
Enter
Octavio
,
Iulio
,
Flavia
,
Romanello
,
Camillo
and
Vespuoi
.
Oct.
I
dare
not
study
words
,
or
hold
a
complement
For
this
particular
;
this
speciall
favour
.
Iul.
Your
bounty
and
your
love
,
my
Lord
,
must
justly
Ingage
a
thankfulnes
.
Fla.
Indeede
Varieties
of
entertainment
heere
Have
so
exceeded
all
account
of
plentie
,
That
you
have
left
(
great
Sir
)
no
rarities
Except
an
equall
welcome
which
may
purchase
Opinion
of
a
common
Hospitality
.
Oct.
But
for
this
grace
(
Madam
)
I
will
lay
open
Before
your
judgements
which
I
know
can
rate
'em
A
Cabinet
of
Iewels
,
rich
and
lively
,
The
world
can
shew
none
goodlier
;
those
I
prize
Deare
as
my
life
—
Nephew
—
Troy.
Sir
,
I
obey
you
.
—
Exit
.
Fla.
Iewels
,
my
Lord
.
Oct.
No
strangers
eye
ere
view'd
them
,
Vnlesse
your
Brother
Romanello
haply
Was
wo'd
unto
a
sight
for
his
approvement
:
No
more
.
Rom.
Not
I
,
I
doe
protest
;
I
hope
Sir
You
cannot
thinke
I
am
a
lapidarie
;
I
skill
in
Iewels
?
Oct.
'Tis
a
proper
quality
For
any
Gentleman
;
your
other
friends
May
be
are
not
so
coy
.
Iul.
Who
they
,
they
know
not
A
Topaze
from
an
Opall
.
Cam.
We
are
ignorant
In
gems
which
are
not
common
.
Ves.
But
his
Lordship
Is
pleas'd
(
it
seemes
)
to
try
our
ignorance
.
For
passage
of
the
time
,
till
they
are
brought
,
Pray
looke
upon
a
Letter
lately
sent
me
,
Lord
Iulio
,
(
Madam
)
Romanello
,
read
A
noveltie
;
'tis
written
from
Bonony
Fabricio
once
a
Merchant
in
this
Citie
Is
enter'd
into
orders
,
and
receiv'd
Amongst
the
Capuchins
a
fellow
,
newes
Which
ought
not
any
way
to
be
unpleasant
,
Certaine
I
can
assure
it
.
Iul.
He
at
last
has
Bestow'd
himselfe
upon
a
glorious
service
.
Rom.
Most
happie
man
,
I
now
forgive
the
injuries
Thy
former
life
expos'd
thee
to
.
Liv.
Turne
Capuchine
,
Hee
,
whiles
I
stand
a
Cypher
and
fill
up
Only
an
uselesse
summe
to
be
laid
out
In
an
unthrifty
leudnesse
,
that
must
buy
Both
name
and
riot
;
Oh
my
fickle
destinie
!
Rom.
Sister
,
you
cannot
taste
this
course
but
bravely
,
But
thankfully
.
Fla.
Hee's
now
dead
to
the
world
And
lives
to
heaven
,
a
Saints
reward
him
;
My
onely
lov'd
Lord
,
all
your
feares
are
henceforth
Confin'd
unto
a
sweet
and
happie
pennance
.
Enter
Troylo
,
Castamela
,
Clarella
,
Floria
,
Silvia
,
and
Morosa
.
Oct.
Behold
,
I
keepe
my
word
,
these
are
the
Iewels
Deserve
a
treasurie
;
I
can
be
prodigall
Amongst
my
friends
;
examine
well
their
lustre
Do's
it
not
sparkle
?
wherefore
dwels
your
silence
In
such
amazement
?
Liv.
Patience
keepe
within
me
,
Leap
not
yet
rudely
into
scorne
of
anger
.
Fla.
Beauties
incomparable
.
Oct.
Romanello
,
I
have
beene
onely
Steward
to
your
pleasures
;
You
lov'd
this
Ladie
once
,
what
say
you
now
to
her
?
Cast.
I
must
not
court
you
Sir
.
Rom.
By
no
meanes
faire
one
,
Enjoy
your
life
of
greatnesse
;
sure
the
spring
Is
past
,
the
BOVVERS
OF
FANCIES
is
quite
wither'd
And
offer'd
like
a
lottery
to
be
drawne
;
I
dare
not
venture
for
a
blanke
,
excuse
me
,
—
Exquisite
Iewels
.
Liv.
Hearke
ye
Troylo
.
Troy.
Spare
me
.
Oct.
You
then
renounce
all
right
in
Castamela
,
Say
Romanello
.
Rom.
Gladly
.
Troy.
Then
I
must
not
;
Thus
I
embrace
mine
owne
,
my
wife
;
confirme
it
.
Thus
when
I
faile
(
my
dearest
)
to
deserve
thee
Comforts
and
life
shall
faile
me
.
Cast.
Like
vow
I
,
for
my
part
.
Troy.
Livio
,
now
my
Brother
,
justly
I
have
given
satisfaction
.
Cast.
Oh
excuse
Our
secrecie
,
I
have
beene
—
Liv.
Much
more
worthy
A
better
Brother
,
he
a
better
Friend
Then
my
dull
braines
could
fashion
.
Rom.
Am
I
cosen'd
.
Oct.
You
are
not
Romanello
;
we
examin'd
On
what
conditions
your
affections
fix'd
,
And
found
them
meerely
Courtship
;
but
my
Nephew
Lov'd
with
a
faith
resolv'd
,
and
us'd
his
policie
To
draw
the
Ladie
into
this
societie
,
More
freely
to
discover
his
sinceritie
Even
without
Livio's
knowledge
,
thus
succeeded
And
prospered
,
he's
my
heire
and
she
deserv'd
him
.
Iul.
Storme
not
at
what
is
past
.
Fla.
A
fate
as
happie
May
crowne
you
with
a
full
content
.
Oct.
What ever
Report
hath
talk'd
of
me
abroad
,
and
these
Know
they
are
all
my
neeces
,
are
the
daughters
To
my
dead
onely
Sister
,
this
their
Guardianesse
Since
they
first
saw
the
World
;
indeed
my
Mistresses
They
are
,
I
have
none
other
;
how
brought
up
Their
qualities
may
speake
;
now
Romanello
,
And
Gentlemen
,
for
such
I
know
yee
all
,
Portions
they
shall
not
want
both
sit
and
worthy
;
Nor
will
I
looke
on
fortune
,
if
you
like
Court
them
and
win
them
,
here
is
free
accesse
,
In
mine
owne
Court
henceforth
;
only
for
thee
Livio
I
wish
Clarella
were
alotted
.
Liv.
Most
noble
Lord
,
I
am
struck
silent
.
Fla.
Brother
,
heere's
noble
choyce
.
Rom.
Frenzy
,
how
didst
thou
seize
me
!
Cla.
We
knew
you
Sir
,
in
Prugniolo's
posture
.
Flo.
Were
merry
at
the
sight
.
Sil
And
gave
you
welcome
.
Mor.
Indeed
forsooth
,
and
so
we
did
an't
like
ye
.
Oct.
Enough
,
enough
;
now
to
shut
up
the
night
,
Some
meniall
servants
of
mine
owne
are
ready
For
to
present
a
merriment
;
they
intend
Acording
to
th'occasion
of
the
meeting
,
In
severall
shapes
to
shew
how
love
oreswayes
All
men
of
several
conditions
;
Soldier
,
Gentry
,
foole
,
scholler
,
Merchant
man
,
and
Clowne
:
A
harmlesse
recreation
;
take
your
places
.
—
Dance
.
Your
duties
are
perform'd
henceforth
,
Spadone
,
Cast
off
thy
borrow'd
title
:
Nephew
Troylo
,
His
Mother
gave
thee
suck
;
esteeme
him
honestly
.
Lights
for
the
Lodgings
,
'tis
high
time
for
rest
;
Great
men
may
be
mistooke
when
they
meane
best
.
FINIS
.