Act.
1.
Enter
Malipiero
,
whe
knocks
at
a
Doore
,
to
him
a
Servant
.
Mal.
WHere
is
my
Uncle
sirra
?
Ser.
Not
within
.
Mal.
Come
hither
,
tell
me
truth
.
Ser.
Hee's
gone
abroad
.
Mal.
He
has
commanded
your
officious
rogueship
.
To
deny
him
to
me
.
[
Mal.
kicks
him
.
]
Ser.
What
do
you
mean
sir
?
Mal.
To
speak
with
my
Uncle
sirrah
,
and
these
kicks
Shall
fetch
him
hither
.
Ser.
Help
.
[
He
runns
in
]
Mal.
Your
howling
will
Be
his
kue
to
appear
.
Enter
Cornari
.
Cor.
What
insolence
is
this
?
Mal.
No
insolence
:
I
did
but
correct
your
knave
,
Because
I
would
not
lose
my
labour
sir
,
I
came
to
speak
w'ee
.
Cor.
Shall
I
not
be
safe
Within
my
house
?
hence
.
Mal.
I
ha
not
done
yet
.
Cor.
You
were
best
assault
me
too
.
Mal.
I
must
borrow
money
,
And
that
some
call
a
striking
;
but
you
are
My
very
loving
Uncle
,
and
do
know
How
necessary
it
is
,
your
Nephew
should
not
Want
for
your
honor
.
Cor.
Hence
;
I
disclaim
,
And
throw
thee
from
my
blood
;
thou
art
a
bastard
.
Mal.
Indeed
you
do
lie
Uncle
,
and
'tis
love
,
And
reverence
bids
me
say
so
,
it
would
cost
Dear
,
should
the
proudest
Gentleman
of
Venice
Have
call'd
my
Mother
whore
,
but
you
shall
onely
By
the
disbourse
of
fifty
Duccats
take
My
anger
off
,
and
I'le
be
still
your
Nephew
,
And
drink
your
health
,
and
my
good
Aunts
.
Cor.
Drink
thy
Confusion
.
Mal.
Heaven
forbid
your
Heir
should
so
Forget
himself
,
and
lose
the
benefit
Of
such
a
fair
Estate
as
you
have
Uncle
;
Shall
I
have
Gold
for
present
use
?
Cor.
Not
a
Zechine
.
Mal.
Consider
but
what
Company
I
keep
.
Cor.
Things
that
lie
like
Consumptions
on
their
Family
,
And
will
in
time
eat
up
their
very
name
;
A
knot
of
fooles
and
knaves
.
Mal.
Take
heed
,
be
temperate
,
A
hundred
Duccats
else
wil
hardly
satisfie
,
The
Dukes
own
Son
Signior
Thomazo
wo'not
Blush
to
be
drunk
sir
in
my
company
.
Cor.
He
is
corrupted
Amongst
diseases
like
thy self
,
become
His
Fathers
shame
and
sorrow
,
and
hath
no
Inheritance
of
his
noble
nature
.
Mal.
You
Were
best
call
him
bastard
too
,
the
money
I
modestly
demanded
,
and
that
quickly
,
And
quietly
,
before
I
talk
aloud
,
I
may
be
heard
to'th
Palace
else
.
Cor.
Thou
heard
?
i'le
tel
thee
,
Were
treason
talk'd
,
I
believe
thy
testimony
Would
hold
no
credit
against
the
hangman
,
but
I
lose
too
pretious
time
in
dialogue
with
thee
,
To
be
short
therefore
know
.
—
Mal.
Very
well
,
to'th
point
.
Cor.
I
will
consume
all
my
estate
my self
.
Mal.
You
do
not
know
the
waies
without
instruction
.
Cor.
I
will
be
instructed
then
.
Mal.
I
doe
like
that
,
Let's
joyn
societies
,
and
ile
be
satisfied
;
Let
me
have
part
in
the
consuming
of
The
mony
,
that
does
mould
for
want
of
Sun-beams
Within
your
musty
Coffers
,
I'le
release
you
.
You
have
no
swaggering
face
;
but
I
can
teach
Your
very
lookes
to
make
a
noyse
,
and
if
You
cannot
drink
or
game
,
wee'l
ha'
devices
;
You
may
have
whores
,
I
that
but
live
in
hope
After
your
death
,
keep
twelve
in
pension
,
They
wear
my
Livery
,
I'le
resigne
the
Leverets
,
I
can
ha
more
,
I
have
a
list
of
all
The
Curtezans
in
Venice
,
which
shall
tumble
And
keep
their
bugle
bowes
for
thee
dear
Uncle
,
Wee'l
teach
thee
a
thousand
waies
.
Cor.
It
shannot
need
,
I
shall
take
other
courses
with
my
wealth
,
And
none
of
you
shall
share
in't
.
I
have
a
humour
To
turn
my
mony
into
Hospitalls
;
Your
riots
come
not
thither
.
Mal.
But
we
may
,
Drink
,
and
diseases
are
the
waies
to
that
too
,
But
will
you
turn
a
Master
of
this
Colledge
You
talk
of
Uncle
?
this
same
Hospitall
?
And
lay
out
mony
to
buy
wooden
leggs
For
crippl'd
men
of
War
,
invite
to
your
cost
Men
that
have
lost
their
noses
in
hot
service
?
Live
and
converse
with
roten
bawdes
&
bonesetters
,
Provide
Pensions
for
surgery
,
and
hard
words
That
eat
like
Corrosives
,
and
more
afflict
The
patient
?
but
you'l
save
charges
,
I
consider
My
Aunt
,
your
wife
—
Cor.
How
darst
thou
mention
her
With
thy
foul
breath
.
Mal.
May
be
excellent
at
composing
Of
Med'cines
for
corrupted
lungs
,
impostumes
At
making
plaisters
,
dyet
drinks
,
and
in
charity
Will
be
a
great
friend
to
the
pox
.
Cor.
Thou
villain
.
Mal.
And
you'l
be
famous
by't
,
I
may
in
time
As
I
said
before
,
if
lust
,
and
wine
assist
me
,
Grow
unsound
too
,
and
be
one
of
her
patients
;
And
have
an
office
after
in
her
houshold
To
prepare
lint
,
and
searcloths
,
empty
veines
,
And
be
controller
of
the
Crutches
,
oh
The
world
would
praise
the
new
foundation
Of
such
a
Pest
house
,
and
the
poor
soules
drink
Your
health
at
every
Festivall
in
hot
porredge
.
Cor.
Art
thou
of
kin
to
me
?
Mal.
I
think
I
am
,
As
near
as
your
brothers
eldest
Son
,
who
had
No
competent
estate
from
his
own
parents
.
And
for
that
reason
by
wise
nature
was
Ordain'd
to
be
your
heir
that
have
enough
Uncle
.
The
fates
must
be
obeyed
,
and
while
your
land
Is
fastned
to
my
name
for
want
of
males
,
Which
I
do
hope
,
if
my
Aunt
hold
her
barrennesse
You
will
never
bang
out
of
her
Sheaf
,
I
may
Be
confident
to
write
my self
your
Nephew
.
Cor.
Thou
hast
no
seeds
of
goodness
in
thee
,
but
I
may
find
waies
to
cross
your
hopefull
interest
.
Mal.
You'l
find
no
seeds
in
my
Aunts
parslybed
I
hope
,
and
then
I'm
safe
,
but
take
your
course
,
Supply
me
for
the
present
,
for
your
honour
—
The
Duccats
come
.
Cor.
You
are
cosened
.
Mal.
As
you
would
not
Have
me
pull
down
this
house
,
when
you
are
dead
And
build
a
stewes
,
the
Duccats
come
.
Cor.
Thou
coward
!
Mal.
Because
I
do
not
cut
your
throat
,
that
were
The
way
to
disinherit
my self
queintly
.
Cor.
Canst
thou
not
steal
?
&
so
deserve
a
hanging
?
Mal.
Yes
I
can
,
and
am
often
tempted
,
but
I
wo'not
Do
you
that
mighty
wrong
,
to
let
what
you
have
So
long
,
and
with
so
little
conscience
gathered
,
Be
lost
in
confiscation
by
my
fellony
.
I
know
a
way
worth
ten
on't
;
yet
thus
much
I'le
bind
it
with
an
oath
,
when
I
turn
thief
,
Your
Gold
shall
be
the
first
I
will
make
bold
with
,
In
the
mean
time
lend
me
the
trifling
Duccats
,
And
do
not
trouble
me
.
Cor.
Not
a
Muccinigo
To
save
thee
from
the
Gallies
.
Mal.
No
?
the
Gallies
!
Must
I
shift
still
?
remember
,
and
die
shortly
I'le
live
,
I
will
,
and
`rather
then
not
be
Reveng'd
on
thy
estate
,
I
will
eat
roots
Course
ones
I
mean
,
love
,
and
undoe
an
herbwife
With
eating
up
her
sallets
,
live
and
lap
Onely
in
barly
water
,
think
on't
yet
,
I
am
now
for
wine
,
you
know
not
what
that
heat
May
do
,
the
injury
being
so
fresh
,
I
may
Return
,
and
you'l
repent
.
Cor.
'Tis
more
then
I
Can
hope
of
thee
,
go
to
your
rabble
sir
.
Mal.
You
a
Gentleman
of
Venice
?
but
remember
,
A
pox
'a
your
wealth
,
I
will
do
something
To
deserve
the
halter
,
that
I
may
disgrace
The
house
I
came
on
,
and
at
my
Execution
Make
such
a
speech
,
as
at
the
report
,
thou
shalt
Turn
desperate
,
and
with
the
remnant
of
My
Cord
go
hang
thy self
,
and
that
way
forfeit
All
thy
Estate
when
I
am
dead
,
i'le
do
Or
this
,
or
something
worse
to
be
reveng'd
.
Exit
.
Mal.
Enter
Servant
.
Cor.
Hee's
lost
,
this
doth
new
fire
my
resolution
;
See
if
your
Mistris
be
yet
ready
sirra
,
Say
I
expect
her
.
Exit
Servant
.
My
blood
is
almost
in
a
fever
with
My
passion
,
but
Claudiana
may
cure
all
,
Whom
I
have
wrought
with
importunity
To
be
spectator
at
the
exercise
This
day
'ith
Academy
,
here
she
comes
,
Enter
Claudiana
.
Art
ready
?
Clau.
Ever
to
obey
you
sir
,
But
if
you
would
consider
yet
,
you
may
Be
kind
,
and
let
me
stay
,
I
dare
not
think
You
are
less
careful
of
my
honor
,
but
You
gave
once
Command
with
my
consent
too
,
Not
to
be
seen
too
much
abroad
.
Cor.
I
did
.
I
must
confesse
Claudiana
,
I
had
thoughts
And
scruples
which
thy
innocence
hath
clear'd
,
And
though
our
nice
Italian
every where
Impose
severely
on
their
wives
;
I
should
Be
unjust
to
make
thee
still
a
prisoner
to
Thy
melancholly
Chamber
,
take
the
aire
,
'Tis
for
thy
health
,
and
while
I
wait
upon
thee
,
Thou
art
above
the
tongue
,
and
wound
of
scandall
.
Clau.
I
know
your
presence
takes
off
all
dishonor
,
But
—
Cor.
No
more
,
I
charge
thee
by
thy
love
,
And
to
convince
all
arguments
against
it
;
I
have
provided
so
,
thou
shalt
observe
Unseen
the
bold
contentions
of
art
,
And
action
.
Clau.
I'm
not
well
.
Cor.
I
shall
be
angry
If
my
desires
be
plai'd
withall
,
pretend
not
With
purpose
to
delude
me
,
I
have
blessings
Stor'd
in
thy
health
,
but
if
you
practise
any
Infirmity
to
cross
my
will
,
that
aimes
At
the
security
of
thy
health
and
honour
—
Clau.
Sir
,
you
shall
steere
me
.
Cor.
This
becomes
Claudiana
,
I
will
think
thee
in
a
kiss
,
prepare
The
Gundelo
.
Ser.
It
waites
[
Within
]
Cor.
And
I
on
thee
,
The
treasure
of
my
eyes
,
and
heart
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Roberto
,
Ursula
,
Georgio
.
Rob.
Where
is
my
son
Giovanni
sirra
?
Geo.
Hee
went
two
hours
agoe
to
the
Academy
,
To
see
the
exercise
to day
.
Urs.
How's
that
?
What
business
has
he
there
,
pray
'mongst
Gentlemen
?
He
does
presume
too
much
.
Ro.
Patience
good
Ursula
.
Urs.
You
give
him
to
much
reine
;
'twould
become
him
To
follow
his
profession
,
and
not
look
after
Those
gentlemanly
sports
.
Ro.
No
tempest
wife
,
No
thundring
Ursula
,
am
not
I
the
Dukes
Chief
Gardiner
,
ha
?
and
shall
I
make
my
Son
A
drudg
;
confine
him
here
to
be
an
earth-worm
,
Live
like
a
mole
,
or
make
it
his
last
blessing
To
plant
,
and
order
quickset
;
let
him
walk
,
And
see
the
fashions
.
Urs.
He
has
cost
you
sweetly
To
bring
him
up
,
what
use
had
he
of
learning
?
What
benefit
,
but
to
endanger
us
,
And
with
his
'
poring
upon
books
at
midnight
,
To
set
the
house
on
fire
,
let
him
know
how
To
rule
a
spade
,
as
you
ha
done
.
Ro.
He
does
so
,
And
knowes
how
to
inoculate
my
Ursula
,
My
nimble
tongue
,
no
more
:
because
he
read
The
story
of
Zantippe
to'ther
night
That
could
out-talk
a
drum
,
and
sound
a
point
Of
War
to
her
husband
honest
Socrates
,
You
took
a
pet
;
he
shall
abroad
sometimes
And
read
and
write
till
his
head
ake
.
Go
to
Urs.
So
,
so
,
the
Dukes
Garden
shall
be
then
Well
look't
to
,
he
deserves
a
Pension
,
For
reading
Amadis
de
gaule
,
and
Guzman
,
And
Don
Quixot
,
but
i'le
read
him
a
lecture
.
Ro.
You
will
?
offer
but
to
bark
at
him
,
And
I
will
send
him
to
the
University
To
anger
thee
,
nay
he
shall
learn
to
fence
too
,
And
fight
with
thee
,
at
twenty
severall
weapons
Except
thy
two
edged
tongue
,
a
little
thing
Would
make
me
entertain
a
dancing
master
,
Peace
,
or
I
will
destroy
thy
Kitchin
Ursula
,
Disorder
all
thy
trinkets
,
and
in
stead
Of
brasse
and
pewter
,
hang
up
Violl
de
Gambos
,
I'le
set
an
Organ
up
at
thy
beds
head
,
And
he
shall
play
upon't
:
what
tyrannicall
To
thy
own
flesh
and
blood
,
to
Giovanni
?
My
heir
,
my
onely
boy
?
fetch
me
a
taylor
,
He
shall
have
new
cloaths
,
and
no
more
be
warm
With
the
reversion
of
your
peticoates
,
Do
not
provoke
me
,
what
imperious
?
Get
you
in
,
or
I
will
swinge
you
,
go
,
and
weed
.
Vrs.
Now
for
vexation
could
I
cry
my
heart
out
.
Exit
.
Ro.
Sirra
stay
you
,
and
is
Giovanni
gone
To'th'
Academy
saist
?
Geo.
Yes
sir
,
they
say
,
There
is
an
English
Gentleman
,
that
winns
The
Garland
from
'em
all
at
every
exercise
,
One
of
the
Court
told
my
young
master
on't
,
(
As
he
enquired
of
every
Gentleman
Comes
in
to'th'
Garden
,
what's
the
newes
abroad
)
Ro.
And
does
he
not
tell
thee
tales
&
dainty
stories
Sometimes
?
Geo.
Oh
,
of
Tamberlain
,
and
the
great
Turk
,
&
all
His
Concubines
,
he
knowes
'em
to
a
hair
,
He
is
more
perfect
in
the
Chronicles
Then
I
am
in
my
prayers
.
Ro.
I
do
believ't
Geo.
And
talkes
a
battell
,
as
he
were
among
'em
,
He
tickles
all
your
turbants
,
and
in
a
rage
,
Wishes
he
had
the
cutting
of
their
Cabbages
To
shew
what
house
he
came
on
.
Ro.
Ha
my
boy
!
Geo.
Oh
sir
he
has
a
pestilent
memory
,
He
told
me
to'ther
day
there
was
another
World
in
the
Moon
,
and
that
the
world
we
live
in
Shines
like
to
that
,
to
people
that
live
there
,
How
many
miles
it
is
about
the
Earth
,
How
many
to
the
starrs
,
I
fear
he
will
Be
mad
,
if
he
read
much
,
'tis
just
like
ravening
,
And
such
hard
words
would
choak
me
to
repeat
'em
.
Ro.
He
never
tells
me
this
.
Geo.
We
are
familiar
.
You
are
his
Father
,
and
he
dares
not
lie
To
you
,
to
me
he
may
talk
any
thing
,
He
knowes
my
understanding
to
an
inch
.
Would
you
would
speak
to
him
though
,
to
take
a
little
More
paines
,
'tis
I
do
all
the
droile
,
the
durtwork
:
When
I
am
digging
;
he
is
cutting
Unicornes
,
And
Lyons
in
some
hedge
,
or
else
devising
New
knots
upon
the
ground
,
drawing
out
Crowns
And
the
Dukes
armes
,
Castles
and
Cannons
in
'em
,
Here
Gallies
,
there
a
Ship
giving
a
broad
side
,
Here
out
of
turfe
he
carves
a
Senatour
With
all
his
robes
,
making
a
speech
to
Time
That
grows
hard
by
,
and
twenty
curiosities
,
I
think
he
meanes
to
embroider
all
the
Garden
Shortly
,
but
I
do
all
the
course-worke
;
here's
My
Mistris
agen
.
Enter
Vrsula
.
Ro.
What
,
is
the
storm
laid
?
Vrs.
I
must
be
patient
:
your
sonne's
not
come
yet
Ro.
Why
now
thou
art
Vrsa
Maior
,
love
thy
whelp
,
And
we
are
friends
.
Vrs.
Was
not
the
Dukes
Son
here
?
I
fear
he
is
sick
,
that
I
have
not
seen
him
These
two
daies
in
the
Garden
.
Geo.
There's
a
Gentleman
.
Vrs.
I
,
there's
a
Gentleman
indeed
.
I
dream't
on
him
last
night
,
pray
heaven
he
be
In
health
,
I
prethee
make
enquiry
,
There's
a
Gentleman
,
and
you
talk
of
a
Gentleman
.
Geo.
Signior
Thomazo
?
Ro.
Where
is
hee
?
Geo.
I
know
not
,
but
my
mistris
would
send
me
To
know
the
state
of
his
body
.
Ro.
Why
,
how
now
Vrsula
?
sirra
about
you
businesse
,
And
spare
that
inquisition
,
what
hath
Your
impudence
to
do
with
the
Dukes
Son
?
Vrs.
Have
not
I
to
do
that
gave
him
suck
?
I
hope
I
was
his
nurse
,
and
it
becomes
me
To
enquire
of
his
health
,
he
is
the
very
pearl
Of
curtesie
,
not
proud
nor
coy
I
warrant
you
,
But
gentle
as
my
Sunday
muffe
.
Ro.
Your
conny
skinne
.
Vrs.
I
am
the
better
when
I
look
upon
him
,
There
'
a
gentleman
,
and
you
talk
of
a
gentleman
,
So
compleat
,
so
affable
,
a
scholar
too
,
If
I
could
understand
him
,
prethee
sweet
heart
,
Get
me
with
child
that
I
may
long
a
little
.
Ro.
For
a
piece
of
the
Dukes
Son
?
Vrs.
I
shall
nere
forget
how
pretily
He
took
the
niple
,
and
would
play
,
and
prattle
himself
A sleep
I
warrant
you
,
but
hee's
now
a
man
,
A
great
man
,
and
he
remembers
me
still
:
There's
a
gentleman
,
and
you
talk
of
a
gentleman
.
Ro.
The
woman
dotes
.
Exit
.
Enter
Marino
meeting
Candiano
a
Senatour
.
Mar.
Whither
so
fast
?
Can.
To
the
Academy
.
Ma.
Spare
Your
hast
,
all's
done
.
Can.
Who
has
the
vote
to day
?
Mar.
The
English
Gentleman
is
still
victorious
.
All
praises
flow
upon
him
,
he
ha's
depos'd
Our
City
,
which
hath
now
resign'd
her
Lawrell
.
Enter
Florelli
and
other
gentlemen
.
Can.
Is
not
this
hee
?
Mar.
The
same
,
in's
face
the
promise
Of
a
most
noble
nature
.
Flo.
Gentlemen
,
Pray
give
me
leave
,
to
understand
your
language
,
For
this
,
so
much
above
me
,
scarce
will
be
,
(
When
I'm
lesse
ignorant
)
,
worth
my
thanks
,
1.
Gent.
This
is
We
know
pretence
of
modesty
,
we
must
Congratulate
your
triumph
.
Flo.
For
this
time
I'le
be
content
your
praises
shall
abuse
me
.
Who
are
these
?
Mar.
Friends
and
Honorers
of
your
worth
.
Flo.
I
see
that
courtesie
is
native
here
,
All
the
reward
I
can
return
,
must
be
To
speak
abroad
the
Noblenesse
of
Venice
For
so
much
grace
to
an
unworthy
stranger
.
Can.
The
Duke
himselfe
.
Enter
Duke
,
Thomazo
,
Senators
,
Malipiero
.
Du.
We
must
resolve
to
send
new
forces
And
speedily
,
the
flame
will
else
endanger
Venice
it self
.
Sen.
This
town
lost
will
encourage
The
insulting
Genowese
.
Du.
Thomazo
!
Tho.
Sir
.
Du.
I
look
when
you
will
ask
me
leave
to
traile
A
pike
,
and
purchase
honor
in
these
Warrs
.
Tho.
I
have
not
been
well
since
I
was
last
Let
blood
,
and
therefore
if
you
please
,
I
would
Be
excus'd
till
the
next
warrs
,
and
then
have
at
'em
;
By
that
time
I
shall
be
a
better
rapier
man
.
Du.
This
fool
is
the
dishonor
of
my
blood
,
He
declines
all
that's
noble
,
and
obeyes
A
base
and
vulgar
appetite
,
he
dwells
Like
a
disease
within
my
name
,
but
'tis
Heavens
punishment
,
what
are
they
?
Mari.
All
strangers
,
but
among
them
one
In
whom
you
may
read
something
worth
your
grace
,
An
English
Gentleman
.
Du.
He
,
to
whom
fame
Gives
the
honor
of
our
exercises
,
nature
With
such
an
active
heat
might
have
built
up
My
Son
,
but
hee's
curst
to
live
a
shadow
,
Marino
fetches
Florelli
to
kiss
the
Dukes
hand
.
Welcome
sir
to
Venice
.
Tho.
He
shall
kiss
my
hand
too
,
I
am
the
Dukes
Son
.
Flo.
You
honor
me
.
Du.
Thomazo
give
that
gentleman
A
box
'oth
ear
.
Tho.
He
wo'not
take
it
kindly
,
He
is
one
—
Du.
Will
strike
agen
,
is
not
that
it
?
Tho.
I
would
not
use
a
stranger
so
discourteously
,
or
else
—
Du.
Embrace
him
then
,
and
make
your self
worthy
of
His
friendship
and
converse
,
you'l
gain
more
honor
Then
the
empty
title
of
your
birth
can
bring
yee
:
But
to
the
great
affair
;
the
War
,
your
Counsells
.
Exeunt
Duke
,
Senatour
and
Marino
.
Tho.
My
father
bids
me
embrace
you
sir
.
Flo.
I
shall
Be
proud
when
I
can
do
you
any
service
.
Tho.
Gentlemen
,
pray
know
me
every
one
,
I
am
the
Dukes
Son
,
my
name's
Signior
Thomazo
.
Gent.
You
do
us
too
great
honor
.
Mal.
We
had
no
object
worth
our
envy
sir
Till
you
arriv'd
,
you
have
at
once
dishonored
,
And
made
our
Venice
fortunate
.
Tho.
Malipiero
,
let's
bid
'em
welcome
in
rich
wine
.
Mal.
I
attend
you
sir
.
This
fellow
must
not
live
to
boast
his
trophees
,
He
may
supplant
me
too
,
if
he
converse
Too
freely
with
Thomazo
,
whose
course
wit
Is
all
the
stock
I
live
by
,
please
you
gentlemen
To
walk
.
Gent.
We
follow
.
Tho.
I
would
not
have
the
way
But
that
you
are
a
stranger
.
Gen.
it
becomes
you
.
Ex.
Omnes
.
Act.
2.
Enter
Cornari
and
Claudiana
,
as
in
the
Duke
Garden
.
Cla.
II
have
obey'd
you
sir
.
Cor.
Thou
hast
done
well
My
Claudiana
,
very
well
,
who
dare
Traduce
thee
for't
?
am
I
not
carefull
of
thee
?
I
prethee
give
me
thy
opinion
Who
deserv'd
best
of
all
the
gentlemen
?
Cla.
I
have
not
art
enough
to
judge
.
Cor.
But
thou
Hast
fancie
,
and
a
liberall
thought
,
that
may
Bestow
thy
praise
on
some
or
other
,
tell
me
If
thou
hadst
been
to
give
the
garland
,
prethee
Whose
head
should
wear
it
?
though
wee
ha
not
judgement
To
examine
,
and
prepare
our
justice
;
yet
Where
men
contend
for
any
victory
,
Affection
may
dispose
us
,
and
by
some
Secret
in
nature
we
do
still
incline
To
one
,
and
guard
him
with
our
wishes
.
Cla.
I
hope
This
is
but
mirth
.
Cor.
By
my
regard
to
thy
Fair
honor
,
nothing
else
,
it
shannot
rise
To
a
dispute
,
who
ha's
the
vote
to day
Of
all
the
gentlemen
?
I
must
know
.
Cla.
They
are
To
me
indifferent
.
Cor.
So
is
my
question
,
but
I
must
have
more
,
It
cannot
be
but
some
man
must
deserve
More
print
and
poize
in
thy
opinion
,
Speak
as
thou
lov'st
me
Claudiana
.
Cla.
Sir
,
Your
inquisition
is
not
without
change
Of
lookes
upon
me
,
and
those
smiles
you
ask
with
,
Are
not
your
own
I
fear
.
Cor.
Nay
,
then
you
dally
,
And
undoe
that
obedience
,
I
so
much
Commended
.
Cla.
Dear
Cornari
.
Cor.
Yet
agen
?
The
man
,
tell
me
the
man
?
Cla.
What
man
?
Cor.
The
gentleman
That
best
deserves
in
thy
opinion
.
I
shall
be
angry
:
what
deny
to
give
me
This
triviall
satisfaction
?
the
expence
Of
a
little
breath
?
why
do
you
tremble
so
?
Cla.
Alas
,
I
know
not
what
to
answer
,
this
Must
needs
engender
fears
in
my
cold
bosome
,
That
my
poor
honor
is
betrai'd
,
and
I
Stand
in
your
thoughts
suspected
of
some
guilt
I
never
understood
,
if
the
report
Of
malice
have
abus'd
me
to
your
ear
,
(
For
by
your self
I
am
all
innocent
)
Cor.
What
do
you
mean
Claudiana
?
Cla.
Sir
,
your
question
Hath
frighted
me
,
'tis
strange
,
and
killing
to
My
tender
apprehension
.
Cor.
Y'are
a
fool
To
be
thus
troubled
,
and
but
that
I
know
The
purity
of
thy
faith
to
me
,
this
language
Would
make
me
jealous
,
'tis
an
ill
dress't
passion
,
And
palenesse
,
that
becomes
not
Claudiana
To
wear
upon
her
modest
cheek
,
I
see
Thy
heart
sick
in
thy
eyes
,
be
wise
,
and
cure
it
,
My
question
was
but
mirth
,
without
the
sence
Of
the
least
scruple
in
my self
,
or
meaning
To
discompose
one
chearfull
look
.
Cla.
Your
pardon
.
Cor.
And
you
as
safely
might
have
answered
me
.
As
I
had
casually
ask't
the
time
o'th
day
;
What
dressing
you
delight
in
,
or
what
gown
You
most
affect
to
wear
.
Cla.
Once
more
I
ask
you
pardon
,
you
restore
me
,
And
I
am
now
secur'd
by
your
clear
goodnesse
,
To
give
my
weak
opinion
—
Cor.
Of
the
man
That
did
appear
in
thy
thoughts
to
deserve
Most
honor
.
Cla.
You'l
excuse
a
womans
verdict
,
My
voice
is
for
the
stranger
sir
.
Cor.
Why
so
!
You
like
him
best
;
what
horror
was
in
this
Poor
question
now
?
you
mean
the
English
man
?
Cla
The
same
,
most
gracefull
in
his
parts
&
person
.
Cor.
'Tis
well
,
I'me
satisfied
,
and
we
both
meet
In
one
opinion
too
,
he
is
indeed
The
bravest
Cavalier
,
what
hurt's
in
all
This
now
?
I
see
you
can
distinguish
,
wert
thou
A
virgin
Claudiana
,
thou
would'st
find
Gentle
and
easie
thoughts
to
entertain
So
promising
a
servant
;
I
should
be
Taken
with
him
my self
,
were
I
a
Lady
,
And
lov'd
a
man
.
Cla.
How's
this
?
my
feares
return
.
Enter
Bellaura
and
Georgio
.
Cor.
Madam
Bellaura
the
Dukes
charge
is
entred
The
Garden
,
let's
choose
another
walk
.
Ex.
Bel.
Why
you
are
conceited
sirra
,
does
wit
Grow
in
this
Garden
?
Ge.
Yea
,
Madam
while
I
am
in't
,
I
am
a
slip
My self
.
Bel.
Of
Rosemary
or
time
?
Ge.
Of
wit
sweet
Madam
.
Bel.
'Tis
pitty
,
but
thou
shouldst
be
kept
with
watering
,
Ge.
There's
wit
in
every
Flower
,
if
you
can
gather
it
.
Bel.
I
am
of
thy
mind
.
But
what's
the
wit
prethee
of
yonder
tulip
?
Ge.
You
may
read
there
the
wit
of
a
young
Courtier
.
Bel.
What's
that
?
Ge.
Pride
,
and
shew
of
colours
,
a
fair
promising
,
Deare
when
'tis
bought
,
and
quickly
comes
to
nothing
.
Bel.
The
wit
of
that
rose
?
Ge.
If
you
attempt
Madam
to
pluck
a
rose
,
I
shall
find
a
moral
in't
.
Bel.
No
Country
wit
?
Ge.
That
growes
with
pot-herbes
,
and
poor
roots
,
which
here
Would
be
accounted
weeds
,
course
things
of
profit
,
Whose
end
is
kitchin
Physick
,
and
sound
health
;
Two
things
not
now
in
fashion
.
Bel.
Your
wit
dances
.
Where
learn't
you
all
these
moralls
?
Geo.
I
but
glean
From
my
young
master
Giovanni
Madam
,
Hee'l
run
division
upon
every
flower
,
He
ha's
a
wit
able
to
kill
the
weeds
,
And
ripen
all
the
fruit
in
the
Dukes
Orchard
.
Bel.
Where
is
Giovanni
?
Geo.
He
went
betimes
to'th
Academy
,
He
is
at
all
the
exercises
,
we
Shall
ha
such
newes
when
he
comes
home
.
Bel.
Why
does
Your
master
(
being
rich
)
suffer
his
son
To
work
i'th
garden
?
Geo.
My
master
?
hee's
an
honest
mortall
man
Madam
,
It
is
my
mistriss
,
that
commands
him
to't
,
A
shrow
,
and
loves
him
not
,
but
'tis
no
matter
;
I
ha'
the
better
company
,
hee's
here
.
Enter
Giovanni
.
I'le
leave
him
to
you
Madam
,
I
must
now
Water
my
plants
.
Exit
.
Bel.
Why
?
how
now
Giovanni
,
you
frequent
I
hear
The
Academies
.
Gio.
When
I
can
dispence
Madam
,
with
time
,
and
these
employments
,
I
Intrude
a
glad
spectator
at
those
schooles
Of
wit
and
action
,
which
although
I
cannot
Reach
,
I
am
willing
to
admire
,
and
look
at
With
pitty
of
my self
lost
here
in
darknesse
.
Bel.
By
this
expression
I
may
conceive
How
much
you
have
improv'd
,
&
gain'd
a
language
Courtly
,
and
modest
.
Gio.
Madam
,
you
are
pleas'd
To
make
my
uneven
frame
of
words
your
mirth
.
I
professe
nothing
but
an
humble
ignorance
,
And
I
repent
not
,
if
by
any
way
(
My
duty
and
manners
safe
)
it
may
delight
you
.
Bel.
Indeed
Giovanni
I
am
pleas'd
,
but
not
With
your
suspition
,
that
my
praises
are
Other
then
what
become
my
ingenuous
meaning
,
For
if
I
understand
,
I
like
your
language
,
But
with
it
I
commend
your
modest
spirit
.
Gio.
It
is
an
honour
Madam
,
much
above
My
youths
ambition
,
but
if
I
possesse
A
part
of
any
knowledge
you
have
dain'd
To
allow
,
it
owes
it self
unto
this
school
.
Bel.
What
school
?
Gio.
This
Garden
Madam
,
'tis
my
Academy
,
Where
gentlemen
,
and
Ladies
(
as
your self
,
The
first
and
fairest
,
durst
I
call
you
mistris
,
)
Enrich
my
eare
,
and
observation
With
harmony
of
language
,
which
at
best
I
can
but
coldly
imitate
.
Bel.
Still
more
courtly
!
Why
how
now
Giovanni
,
you
will
be
Professor
shortly
in
the
art
of
complement
,
You
were
best
quit
the
Garden
,
&
turn
Courtier
.
Gio.
Madam
,
I
think
upon
the
Court
with
reverence
,
My
fate
,
is
to
adore
it
afar
off
,
It
is
a
glorious
Landschape
,
which
I
look
at
As
some
men
with
narrow
optick
glasses
Behold
the
starrs
,
and
wonder
at
their
vast
(
Though
unknown
)
habitable
worlds
of
brightness
:
But
were
my
eye
a
nearer
judge
,
and
I
Admitted
to
a
clearer
knowledge
Madam
Of
the
Court
life
,
there
I
might
find
the
truth
Of
mans
best
Ideas
,
and
enjoy
the
happinesse
,
Now
onely
mine
by
naked
speculation
,
I
think
how
there
I
should
throw
off
my
dust
And
rise
a
new
Creation
.
Bel.
The
Court
Is
much
beholding
to
you
Giovanni
.
Gio.
It
is
a
duty
Madam
I
owe
truth
.
Bel.
A
truth
in
supposition
all
this
while
.
Gio.
I
should
be
sad
if
any
experience
should
Betray
an
error
in
my
faith
,
and
yet
So
soft
and
innocent
a
trespasse
,
Madam
,
Might
well
expect
a
pardon
.
Bel.
Some
that
have
Freely
enjoy'd
the
pleasures
,
or
what
else
You
so
advance
in
Court
,
have
at
the
last
Been
weary
,
and
accus'd
their
gay
Condition
,
Nay
,
chang'd
their
state
for
such
an
humble
life
As
you
professe
,
a
gardiner
.
Geo.
I
despise
not
What
I
was
born
to
Madam
,
but
I
should
Imagine
the
disease
lay
in
the
mind
,
Not
in
the
Courtier
,
that
would
throw
away
So
spacious
a
blessing
to
be
servile
.
Bel.
You
know
not
Giovanni
your
own
happiness
,
Nor
the
Court
sinnes
,
the
pride
and
surfeits
there
Come
not
within
your
circle
,
there
are
few
Pursue
those
noble
tracts
your
fancy
aims
at
,
It
is
a
dangerous
Sea
to
launch
into
,
Both
shelves
and
rockes
you
see
not
,
I
,
&
mermaids
.
Gio.
What
are
they
Madam
?
Bel.
You
have
heard
of
Mermaides
.
Gio.
You
mean
not
women
I
hope
Madam
?
Bel.
Yes
.
Gio.
Oh
do
not
by
so
hard
an
application
Increase
the
Poets
torment
,
that
first
made
That
fabulous
story
to
disgrace
your
sex
,
Y'are
firm
,
and
the
fair
seal
of
the
great
maker
,
A
print
next
that
of
Angels
.
Bel.
We
are
bound
t'ee
If
our
cause
want
a
flourish
,
you
have
art
To
make
us
shew
fair
.
Gio.
And
you
are
so
,
'Tis
malice
dares
traduce
you
;
or
blind
ignorance
That
throws
her
strains
,
which
fall
off
from
your
figures
,
For
those
which
weaker
understandings
cal
Your
spots
,
are
ermines
,
and
can
such
as
these
Darlings
of
heaven
,
and
nature
,
women
,
shoot
At
Court
an
influence
like
unlucky
planets
?
They
cannot
sure
,
why
you
live
Madam
there
,
That
are
enough
to
prove
all
praise
,
a
truth
,
And
by
a
sweet
example
make
'em
all
Such
as
you
are
objects
,
of
love
and
wonder
,
Oh
then
how
bles't
are
they
that
live
at
Court
,
With
freedome
to
converse
with
so
much
virtue
;
As
your
fair
sex
embraceth
.
Enter
Ursula
.
Bel.
Here's
your
mother
.
Gio.
Shee
was
too
hasty
.
Vrs.
Madam
I
hope
you'l
pardon
my
sons
rudeness
To
hold
discourse
with
your
Ladiship
.
Bel.
'Tis
a
courtesie
,
And
he
talkes
well
to
passe
away
the
time
,
Exceeding
well
,
but
I
must
to
my
Guardian
The
Duke
—
Exit
.
Vrs.
Happinesse
attend
your
Ladiship
.
Now
sir
what
are
you
thinking
of
?
Gio.
Your
pardon
,
nothing
.
Vrs.
Nay
stay
,
I
must
talk
with
you
my self
,
But
first
what
talk
had
you
with
my
Lady
?
Gio.
She
was
pleas'd
to
ask
some
questions
.
Vrs.
What
were
they
?
Gio.
I
ha'
forgot
.
Vrs.
You
ha'
forgot
y'are
a
leud
And
sawcy
boy
,
go
to
,
your
father
spoiles
you
;
Enter
Roberto
.
Vrs.
But
if
you
use
me
sirra
'oth
this
fashion
I'le
break
your
pate
,
I
will
,
the
Dukes
owne
sonne
(
My
blessing
upon
him
)
would
not
answer
me
With
I
ha'
forgot
,
I
warrant
you
,
but
you
—
Ro.
Why
,
how
now
Vrsula
,
what
?
perpetuall
clamours
?
Vrs.
Oh
here's
your
stickler
.
Gio.
Nothing
unkind
to
me
,
she
was
angry
With
your
servant
Georgio
,
and
threatned
to
break
His
head
,
away
—
Geo.
My
head
?
come
heeles
.
—
Exit
.
Ro.
Was
it
but
so
?
she
shall
,
she
shall
do
that
,
With
all
my
heart
,
and
I
will
break
it
too
.
Vrs.
Nay
,
then
I
will
be
friends
with
him
.
Ro.
Where's
the
knave
?
Vrs.
I
wo'not
be
compell'd
to
break
his
head
,
And
you
were
twenty
husbands
;
fare
you
wel
.
Ro.
'Tis
such
a
wasp
,
but
she
shannot
wrong
thee
.
Gio.
I
know
she
wo'not
sir
,
she
is
my
mother
,
She
comes
agen
.
Enter
Thomazo
,
Malipiero
,
Barnardo
and
Marcello
.
Vrs.
My
heart
does
leap
to
see
you
.
Ro.
The
Dukes
son
,
and
a
troop
of
gallants
,
but
I
alwaies
have
sore
eyes
to
see
one
there
,
That
Signior
Malipiero
,
he
does
owe
me
Already
forty
Crownes
,
and
I
forgive
him
.
Mal.
Signior
Roberto
,
remember
that
I
owe
You
forty
Crowns
.
Ro.
Pray
,
do
you
forget
'em
.
Mal.
I
never
pay
till
it
come
to
a
hundred
.
Ro.
Never
pay
!
it
is
no
matter
Signior
.
I
were
best
be
gone
before
he
borrow
more
,
It
is
a
trick
he
uses
to
put
on
With
his
rich
clothes
,
I'le
vanish
.
Exit
.
Mal.
Strange
this
English
man
appears
not
?
Vrs.
I
was
afraid
you
had
been
sick
my
Lord
.
Tho.
I
was
never
sick
in
my
life
,
but
when
I
had
a
feaver
,
or
some
other
infirmity
.
I'le
call
thee
nurse
stil
.
Giovanni
.
Gio.
Sir
.
Tho.
Thou
lookest
like
a
changling
.
Gio.
The
more's
my
misfortune
.
You
are
the
Dukes
son
.
Exit
.
Tho.
Who
can
help
it
?
nurse
,
Vrs.
He
was
never
courteous
to
women
.
Here's
a
gentleman
,
and
they
talk
of
a
gentleman
,
Now
could
I
weep
for
joy
.
I
must
take
my
leave
sir
.
Tho.
I
must
make
bold
with
my
nurse
.
Vrs.
Blessings
upon
thy
heart
,
how
sweetly
he
kisses
.
Here
was
a
touch
for
a
Lady
.
Exit
.
Tho.
Go
thy
waies
,
An
admirable
twanging
lip
,
pitty
thou
art
A
thought
too
old
:
ha
wagtaile
!
Ber.
Does
he
come
alone
?
Mal.
Alone
,
be
you
resolute
When
you
see
me
draw
,
shoot
all
your
points
Into
his
heart
.
Ber.
Be
confident
.
Mar.
Unlesse
He
be
steel-proof
,
he
shannot
boast
abroad
Much
victory
in
Venice
.
Enter
Florelli
,
and
Giovanni
.
Gio.
Signior
Thomazo
sir
,
is
there
.
Flo.
I
thank
you
.
Gio.
You
pay
too
much
sir
for
no
service
.
Tho.
Here
he
is
.
We
were
wagering
thou
wouldst
not
keepe
thy
promise
.
Flo.
I
durst
not
make
that
forfeit
of
your
grace
,
I
most
consult
my
own
,
when
I
am
carefull
To
wait
upon
your
honor
.
Mal.
You
are
noble
.
Flo.
Your
humble
servant
gentlemen
.
Tho.
Where
didst
supp
?
Flo.
I
was
not
willing
to
engage
my self
Abroad
,
lest
I
might
trespasse
on
your
patience
.
Tho.
What
shall's
do
this
evening
?
Mal.
Walk
a
turn
,
And
then
to
a
bona
roba
.
Ber.
A
match
.
Tho.
Giovanni
!
Thy
spade
,
and
hold
my
cloak
.
Mal.
What's
the
device
?
Tho.
I
have
'
great
mind
to
dig
now
,
do'st
think
I
cannot
Handle
a
spade
,
i'le
make
a
bed
with
my
Gentlemen
now
For
a
hundred
Duccats
.
Mal.
'Tis
a
base
employment
,
Fit
for
such
a
drudge
as
Giovanni
.
Gio.
Sir
!
Mal.
A
drudge
?
I
said
,
dee
scorne
your
little
dunghill
breed
?
Gio.
This
is
not
noble
.
Mal.
How
mole-catcher
?
Flo.
Forbear
he
is
not
arm'd
.
Mal.
You
were
best
be
his
champion
.
Tho.
Are
you
good
at
that
?
I
do
not
love
to
wear
my
doublet
pink'd
.
Exit
.
Gio.
Three
against
one
?
Giovanni
recovers
a
sword
,
having
first
us'd
his
spade
to
side
with
the
Englishman
:
Bernardo
having
lost
his
weapon
flies
.
Mal.
Hold
.
Gio.
I
am
no
drudg
you'l
find
To
be
commanded
sir
,
you
painted
flies
,
And
onely
fit
for
troutes
.
Flo.
Let's
give
'em
play
,
and
breath
.
Mal.
Lost
our
advantage
?
is
Thomazo
fled
?
Mar.
And
Bernardo
,
we
were
best
retire
,
that
Gardiner
Will
stick
me
into
ground
,
else
for
a
plant
.
Exit
.
Mal.
Expect
wee'l
be
reveng'd
.
Exit
.
Gio.
Let's
prevent
'm
.
Flo.
They
are
not
worth
it
Giovanni
,
so
I
heard
you
nam'd
.
Gio.
My
name
is
Giovanni
.
Flo.
Thou
hast
reliev'd
,
and
sav'd
my
life
,
I
find
Their
base
conspiracie
,
what
shall
I
pay
Thy
forward
rescue
?
Gio.
'Tis
but
what
I
owe
To
justice
,
with
the
expence
of
blood
and
life
To
prevent
treachery
,
reward
I
have
Receiv'd
i'th
act
,
if
I
have
done
you
service
.
But
'twas
your
innocence
that
made
such
hast
To
your
own
valour
,
not
my
sword
preserv'd
you
.
I
am
young
,
and
never
taught
to
fight
.
Flo.
I
prethee
Accept
this
trifle
,
buy
a
sword
,
and
wear
it
,
Thou
hast
deserv'd
to
thrive
a
nobler
way
Then
thy
condition
shewes
.
Gio.
Though
some
would
call
This
bounty
,
urge
it
not
to
my
disgrace
,
I
scorn
to
sell
the
motion
of
my
arme
!
I
fear
you
are
not
safe
yet
,
there
may
be
Danger
in
following
them
,
and
it
grows
dark
.
Have
patience
while
I
fetch
a
key
,
that
shall
Befriend
you
with
a
private
way
.
Exit
.
Flo.
Th'art
noble
,
Though
I
am
carelesse
where
the
termes
of
honor
Engage
my
life
,
'tis
wisdome
not
to
lose
it
Upon
their
base
revenge
,
but
I
must
study
Some
other
payment
for
this
young
mans
courage
.
How ere
his
body
suffer
in
a
cloud
,
His
spirit's
not
obscure
,
but
brave
,
and
active
.
Enter
Cornari
and
Brano's
arm'd
.
Cor.
If
my
intelligence
faile
not
,
he
must
be
Here
still
.
This
evening
hath
put
on
a
Vizard
To
conspire
with
me
,
there
he
walkes
,
surprize
him
.
They
seize
upon
him
,
bind
his
armes
and
feet
,
and
blind
him
with
a
bagg
.
Flo.
Villaines
,
Cowards
,
Slaves
,
my
sword
.
Bra.
If
you
be
lowd
,
wee'l
strange
you
.
Cor.
Dispatch
.
Bra.
We
ha
done
sir
,
is
he
for
the
river
now
?
Cor.
No
,
follow
me
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Giovanni
.
Gio.
These
shew
like
officers
,
Alas
hee's
apprehended
on
their
base
Complaint
,
I
cannot
help
;
thy
cause
and
innocence
Must
now
befriend
thee
!
base
world
!
yet
I
may
Injure
,
the
parts
abroad
;
'tis
onely
Venice
Is
sick
with
these
distempers
,
then
i'le
leave
it
,
And
instantly
pursue
some
other
fate
I'th
warrs
,
it
may
cure
something
too
within
me
,
That
is
deny'd
all
remedy
at
home
,
some bodies
for
their
Physick
,
are
design'd
To
change
of
aire
,
i'le
try't
upon
my
mind
.
Ex.
Act.
3.
Enter
Malipiero
and
Thomazo
.
Tho.
NOt
this
Englishman
to
be
found
?
Mal.
Hee's
not
above
ground
Where
I
could
suspect
him
in
the
City
—
Tho.
Let
him
goe
,
may
be
his
hast
topled
him
Into
the
river
,
and
we
may
eat
his
nose
In
the
next
haddock
.
Mal.
Wherefore
did
you
fly
?
Tho.
Do'st
think
'twas
fear
?
Mal.
'Twas
something
like
a
will
,
To
keep
your
skin
from
oilet-holes
.
Tho.
I
grant
you
,
What
had
I
to
do
to
bring
up
a
fashion
?
Mal.
We
might
ha'gone
a
sure
and
nearer
way
To
ha'
kill'd
him
in
a
right
line
with
a
bullet
,
But
let
him
goe
,
so
he
quit
Venice
any
way
.
Tho.
Hee
would
spoile
our
mirth
,
but
I
much
wonder
Bernardo
is
not
come
yet
,
whom
I
sent
Embassador
for
money
to
the
Merchants
.
Mal.
Nor
Marcello
,
whom
I
employ'd
to
the
same
end
,
To
my
most
Costive
Uncle
for
some
goldfinches
.
Tho.
Why
should
the
state
have
an
Exchequer
,
and
We
want
?
Mal.
For
pious
uses
too
,
to
drink
their
health
;
And
see
the
Common-wealth
go
round
In
mutuall
commerce
of
mirth
and
spirit
,
Which
phlegme
and
usury
hath
almost
stifled
,
Sobriety
and
long
gownes
spoile
the
City
.
'Tis
we
would
keep
the
body
politick
From
stinking
,
ulcer'd
with
long
obligations
,
And
notaries
,
which
now
stuffe
the
Rialto
,
And
poyson
honest
natures
,
that
would
else
Live
freely
,
and
be
drunk
at
their
own
charge
.
Tho.
I
would
make
new
lawes
,
and
I
were
Duke
of
Venice
.
Mal.
We
would
not
sit
i'th
chimney
corner
then
,
And
sing
like
Crickets
.
Tho.
We
would
roare
like
Trumpets
,
And
deaf
the
Senators
with
,
give
us
your
monies
—
Mal.
Their's
?
give
us
our
own
,
their
states
,
their
wives
,
And
wardrobes
Scanderbeg
.
Tho.
And
their
pretty
daughters
,
My
valiant
Turk
,
who
should
feed
high
o'
purpose
—
Mal.
To
keep
the
wanton
blood
in
titillations
.
Tho.
It
should
be
a
Law
,
no
maid
should
be
in
fashion
.
Mal.
Yes
let
'em
be
in
fashion
,
but
not
hold
.
Tho.
Not
after
fourteen
be
it
then
enacted
.
Mal.
Wee
would
banish
all
the
Advocates
that
refus'd
To
pimp
,
and
prove
it
Civill
Law
.
Tho.
No
scribe
should
dare
to
shew
his
ears
in
our
Dominions
Mal.
Hang
'em
,
they
are
labells
of
the
Law
,
and
stinke
,
Worse
then
a
fish-shambles
in
lent
.
No
Iew
Should
turn
a
Christian
upon
perill
of
A
Confiscation
.
Tho.
Why
?
Mal.
The
slaves
are
rich
,
To
turn
'em
Christians
were
to
spoile
their
Conscience
,
And
make
'em
hide
their
mony
,
'tis
lesse
evill
In
state
to
cherish
Jewes
,
then
Christian
Usurers
.
Tho.
I
will
have
every
Citizen
a
Jew
then
.
Mal.
We
have
built
no
Seraglio
yet
.
Tho.
That's
true
,
What
think
you
of
the
Universities
?
Would
not
they
serve
?
Mal.
O
excellent
,
They
have
severall
schooles
for
severall
games
.
Tho.
And
scaffolds
For
the
spectators
when
we
keep
our
acts
.
Mal.
The
Colledge
rents
would
find
the
wenches
petticoates
,
And
the
revenues
of
a
score
of
Abbies
Wel
stript
;
would
serve
to
rowl
'em
in
clean
linnen
,
And
keep
the
toyes
in
diet
.
Tho.
excelsent
!
But
when
we
have
converted
to
the
use
The
Monasteries
,
where
shall
we
bestow
The
Fryers
,
and
the
thin
religious
men
?
Mal.
You
may
Keep
them
with
little
charge
,
water
is
all
The
blessing
their
poor
thirst
requires
,
and
taylors
Wo'not
be
troubled
for
new
clothes
,
a
hair
shirt
Will
outwear
a
Copy-hold
,
and
warm
4
lives
,
Or
if
you
think
'em
troublesome
,
it
is
A
fair
pretence
to
send
'em
to
some
wild
Country
to
plant
the
faith
,
and
teach
the
infidells
A
way
to
Heaven
,
for
which
they
may
be
burn't
Or
hang'd
,
and
there's
an
end
o'th
honest
men
.
There
be
a
thousand
waies
to
quiet
them
.
Tho.
My
admirable
Counsellor
,
thou
shouldst
be
My
supreme
officer
to
see
Justice
done
.
Mal.
You
cannot
honour
men
of
worth
too
much
.
Tho.
Wee'l
ha
the
bridges
all
pull'd
down
,
and
made
Of
silver
.
Mal.
Drosse
!
Gold
is
our
orient
metall
.
Enter
Bernardo
.
Here
is
Benardo
,
welcome
,
where's
the
mony
?
Ber.
Not
a
gazet
:
the
merchants
are
all
sullen
,
And
say
you
owe
too
much
already
.
Mal.
These
are
Dogbolts
.
'Tis
time
we
had
new
lawes
and
they
wo'not
trust
.
Tho.
But
we
must
build
No
golden
bridges
at
this
rate
with
sun-beames
.
Mal.
They
were
best
content
themselves
with
honest
stone
,
Hard
as
the
heart
of
your
ungodly
Merchants
.
Tho.
Prethee
let's
leave
our
dream
of
frighting
Sailors
,
And
say
,
what
hope
hast
thou
of
getting
money
For
this
daies
mirth
?
Mal.
Some
hope
there
is
,
if
my
Uncle
have
but
faith
Enough
,
to
credit
what
I
never
mean
,
Thrift
and
submission
,
and
holy
matters
;
'Tis
all
the
waies
are
left
to
cozen
him
And
creep
into
his
nature
,
I
have
pawn'd
All
my
religion
that
il'e
turne
Fryer
.
Tho.
Hast
pawn'd
thy
religion
,
much
good
do
him
,
Let
him
take
the
forfeit
,
so
he
send
thee
money
—
Mal.
For
present
use
,
and
howl
,
and
hang
himself
.
I
care
not
—
oh
—
here's
Marcello
.
Enter
Marcello
.
Did'st
speak
with
him
?
Mar.
Yes
.
Mal.
That's
well
.
Mar.
He
doe's
commend
him
to
you
,
and
with
it
this
—
Mal.
I
knew
t'would
take
,
his
tender
conscience
Tho.
Hast
thou
prevail'd
?
Mar.
This
halter
—
he
ha's
tyed
the
knot
himself
,
And
saies
next
the
Philosophers
stone
,
hee
knowes
not
What
thing
of
nobler
value
to
present
you
:
And
rather
then
you
should
delay
for
want
Of
a
convenient
—
you
know
what
,
you
should
Once
more
peruse
his
Orchard
,
there's
one
tree
He
would
have
bear
no
other
fruit
.
Mal.
I
thank
him
.
For
his
fine
noose
,
would
I
had
his
neck
in't
,
The
Devill
should
not
conjure
him
from
this
circle
.
Is
this
the
end
of
all
?
Tho.
No
,
not
of
all
.
Mal.
I
pretheee
try
how
it
will
hold
—
d'ee
hear
Let's
lay
our
heads
together
.
Which
of
you
Is
best
acquainted
with
the
Turk
?
Tho.
What
Turk
.
Mal.
The
great
and
mighty
Sultan
,
the
grand
Signior
.
Or
have
you
but
a
Christian
correspondence
With
any
of
his
heathen
officers
.
Tho.
What
to
doe
?
Mal.
No
rogue
that
lies
purdue
here
for
intelligence
?
Ber.
What
then
?
Mal.
I
would
make
a
bargaine
with
him
now
and
sell
This
City
to
the
Pagan
instantly
.
Venice
is
a
Jewell
,
a
rich
pendant
;
Would
hang
rarely
at
the
great
Turkes
eare
.
Tho.
No
doubt
.
Mal.
Or
at
one
horne
of
his
half
Moon
.
Mar.
I
think
so
.
Mal.
I
would
betray
if
I
knew
how
,
the
state
Or
any
thing
for
half
a
hundred
Duccats
To
make
one
merry
night
,
though
after
I
Were
broke
upon
a
wheel
,
or
set
upright
To
peep
through
a
cleft
tree
like
a
pole-cat
In
the
high
way
—
no
money
from
the
Mungrells
?
Well
if
I
live
.
I
will
to
Amsterdam
,
And
adde
another
schisme
to
the
two
hundred
Fourscore
and
odd
;
I
am
resolv'd
.
Tho.
What
?
Mal.
To
cry
down
all
things
That
hang
on
wit
,
truth
,
or
religion
.
Tho.
Come
,
thou
art
passionate
,
is
there
no
trick
?
No
lewd
device
?
let
me
see
?
—
I
have
thought
Away
to
raise
us
my
dear
Tully
,
a
project
Shall
raise
us
,
or
i'le
venture
—
Mal.
What
?
Tho.
My
neck
For
hanging
is
the
end
of
my
device
,
Unlesse
I
thrive
in't
:
go
to
the
randevouz
,
To
Rosabella's
O'
the
grand
Cavale
,
Kiss
her
and
call
for
wines
,
my
bullyrookes
,
A
dish
of
dainty
fidlers
to
curvet
too
,
And
drink
a
health
that
I
may
prosper
,
tumble
And
shake
the
house
,
I'le
fetch
you
off
.
Mal.
But
signior
—
Tho.
No
more
words
,
cannot
you
be
gone
,
be
drunk
,
And
leave
me
to
the
reckoning
,
i'le
return
With
Indian
spoiles
like
Alexander
.
Exit
.
Mal.
Spoken
Like
a
true
Macedonian
,
we
are
gone
.
He's
right
,
and
may
in
time
,
and
our
good
breeding
Be
brought
to
something
,
may
deserve
the
Gallies
.
Follow
your
leaders
Mirmidons
.
Both
.
We
attend
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Giovanni
and
Georgio
.
Ge.
But
will
you
venture
Signior
Giovanni
Your
body
to
the
warrs
indeed
?
Gio.
I
mean
so
.
Ge.
And
leave
me
to
be
lost
,
or
thrown
away
Among
the
weeds
here
!
Gio.
Try
thy
fortune
wo'me
.
Ge.
Yes
,
and
come
hopping
home
upon
one
legg
.
Will
all
my
pay
then
buy
a
handsome
halter
To
hang
my
arm
in
,
if
it
be
but
maim'd
,
Yet
I
endure
a
battail
every
day
,
My
mistris
hath
a
mouth
carries
whole
Cannon
;
And
if
you
took
that
engine
to
the
warrs
,
You
would
find
it
do
rare
service
.
Gio.
What
?
Ge.
Her
tongue
;
Make
her
but
angry
,
and
you'l
need
no
more
Artillery
to
scoure
them
with
a
breach
.
What
spoile
her
breath
would
make
in
a
market
place
?
Gio.
Be
lesse
satyricall
;
I
must
not
hear
this
,
she
is
my
mother
.
Geo.
She
is
my
mistris
,
and
thats
worse
,
but
I`me
resolv'd
,
I'le
to
the
warrs
w'e
,
do
not
tell
her
on't
,
My
prentiship
is
worse
then
killing
there
.
My
hand
,
i'le
w'ee
.
Gio.
In
the
mean
time
buy
yee
a
sword
,
and
belt
,
And
what
is
fit
.
Gives
him
money
.
Ge.
No
more
,
i'le
be
a
souldier
;
And
kill
according
to
my
pay
,
this
will
Suffice
to
vamp
my
body
,
I
may
rise
If
I
grow
rich
in
valour
,
that
will
do't
,
Mony
and
a
tilting
feather
make
a
Captain
.
Exit
.
Gio.
There
is
no
other
way
to
quiet
the
Afflictions
here
,
beside
'tis
honorable
,
And
warre
a
glorious
mistris
.
Enter
Bellaura
,
and
Roberto
.
'Tis
Bellaura
and
my
Father
.
Bel.
I
know
Madam
you
may
break
his
resolution
,
If
you
be
pleas'd
,
you
may
command
;
hee's
here
.
Bel.
I'le
try
my
skill
.
Ro.
Blessings
attend
your
Ladiship
.
I'le
waite
for
the
successe
.
Exit
.
Bel.
How
now
Giovanni
,
What
with
a
sword
,
you
were
not
us'd
to
appeare
Thus
arm'd
,
your
weapon
is
a
spade
I
take
it
.
Gio.
It
did
become
my
late
profession
Madam
;
But
I
am
chang'd
.
Bel.
Not
to
a
souldier
.
Gio.
It
is
a
title
Madam
will
much
grace
me
,
And
with
the
best
collection
of
my
thoughts
I
have
ambition
to
the
warre
.
Be.
You
have
?
Gio.
Oh
'tis
a
brave
profession
,
and
rewards
All
losse
wee
meet
with
double
weight
in
glory
,
A
calling
Princes
stil
are
proud
to
own
,
And
some
do
willingly
forget
their
crownes
To
be
commanded
,
'tis
the
spring
of
all
We
here
entitle
fame
to
,
Emperors
And
all
degrees
of
honors
,
owing
all
Their
names
to
this
imployment
,
in
her
vast
And
circular
embraces
holding
Kings
,
And
making
them
;
and
yet
so
kind
as
not
To
exclude
such
private
things
as
I
,
who
may
Learn
and
commence
in
her
great
arts
.
My
life
Hath
been
too
uselesse
to
my self
and
Country
,
'Tis
time
I
should
imploy
it
to
deserve
A
name
within
their
Registry
,
that
bring
The
wealth
,
the
harvest
home
of
well
bought
honor
.
Bel.
It
is
an
active
time
I
must
confesse
,
And
the
unhappy
scene
of
war
too
nere
us
But
that
it
should
enflame
you
on
the
suddain
To
leave
a
calm
,
and
secure
life
,
is
more
Then
commonly
it
workes
on
men
of
your
Birth
,
and
condition
,
besides
I
hear
Your
Father
is
not
willing
you
should
leave
him
,
To
engage
your self
in
such
apparent
danger
.
Here
you
will
forfeit
your
obedience
Unlesse
you
stay
.
Gio.
I
cannot
despair
Madam
Of
his
consent
,
and
if
by
my
own
strength
Of
reason
I
incline
him
not
,
it
was
In
my
ambition
to
addresse
my
humble
Suite
to
your
Ladiship
to
gain
it
for
me
,
At
worst
it
is
no
breach
of
duty
Madam
,
If
I
preferre
my
Country
and
her
cause
Now
bleeding
,
before
any
formall
ties
Of
nature
to
a
soft
indulgent
father
.
For
danger
,
let
pale
soules
consider
it
,
It
is
beneath
my
fears
.
Bel.
Yet
I
can
see
Through
all
this
resolution
iovanni
?
'Tis
somthing
else
hath
wrought
this
violent
chang
,
Pray
let
me
be
of
counsel
with
your
thoughts
,
And
know
the
serious
motive
,
come
be
clear
,
I
am
no
enemy
,
and
can
assist
Where
I
allow
the
cause
.
Gio.
You
may
be
angry
Madam
,
and
chide
it
as
a
sawcy
pride
In
me
to
name
,
or
look
at
honor
,
nor
Can
I
but
know
what
small
addition
Is
my
unskilfull
arme
to
aide
a
Country
.
Bel.
I
may
therefore
justly
suspect
,
there
is
Something
of
other
force
that
moves
you
to
The
warrs
,
enlarge
my
knowledge
with
the
secret
.
Gio.
At
this
command
I
open
my
heart
,
Madam
,
I
must
confesse
there
is
another
cause
Which
I
dare
not
in
obedience
Obscure
,
since
you
will
call
it
forth
,
and
yet
I
know
you
will
laugh
at
me
.
Bel.
It
would
ill
Become
my
breeding
Giovanni
.
Gio.
Then
,
Know
Madam
,
I'me
in
love
.
Bel.
In
love
with
whom
?
Gio.
With
one
I
dare
not
name
,
shee's
so
much
Above
my
birth
and
fortunes
.
Bel.
I
commend
Your
flight
,
but
does
she
know
it
?
Gio.
I
durst
never
Appear
with
so
much
boldnesse
to
discover
My
hearts
so
great
ambition
,
'tis
here
still
,
A
strange
and
busie
guest
.
Bel.
And
you
think
absence
May
cure
this
wound
.
Gio.
Or
death
.
Bel.
I
may
presume
,
You
think
shee's
fair
.
Gio.
I
dare
as
soon
question
your
beauty
Madam
,
The
onely
ornament
,
and
starre
of
Venice
,
Pardon
the
bold
comparison
,
yet
there
is
Something
in
you
resembles
my
great
mistris
She
blushes
—
Such
very
beames
dispearseth
her
bright
eye
Powerfull
to
restore
decrepit
nature
,
But
when
she
frownes
,
and
changes
from
her
sweet
Aspect
(
as
in
my
fears
I
see
you
now
Offended
at
my
boldnesse
)
she
does
blast
Poor
Giovanni
thus
,
and
thus
I
wither
At
heart
,
and
wish
my self
a
thing
lost
in
My
own
forgotten
dust
,
but
it's
not
possible
At
last
(
if
any
starres
blesse
but
high
thoughts
)
By
some
desert
in
war
,
and
deeds
of
honor
.
)
(
For
mean
as
I
,
have
rais'd
themselves
to
Empire
)
That
she
without
a
blush
to
stain
her
cheek
May
own
me
for
a
servant
—
I
am
lost
In
wandring
apprehensions
.
Bel.
Poor
Giovanni
,
I
pitty
thee
,
but
cannot
cure
—
I
like
Thy
aspiring
thoughts
,
and
to
this
last
of
love
,
Allow
the
warrs
a
noble
remedy
.
Enter
Roberto
and
Ursula
.
I
have
argu'd
against
your
sonns
resolve
,
but
find
His
reasons
overcome
my
weak
dispute
.
And
I
must
counsell
you
to
allow
'em
too
.
Urs.
Nay
,
I
was
never
much
against
it
Madam
.
Ro.
She
loves
him
not
,
but
does
your
Ladiship
Think
fitting
,
he
should
go
?
Bel.
Yes
,
yes
'tis
honorable
;
And
to
encourage
his
forward
spirit
,
The
Generall
is
my
kinsman
Giovanni
,
What
favours
he
can
do
you
,
you
shall
have
My
letters
to
entreat
,
and
at
my
charge
You
shall
be
furnish'd
like
a
Gentleman
,
Attend
me
at
my
lodgings
.
Gio.
You
bind
all
My
services
;
why
this
will
make
a
shew
yet
.
Ro.
Nay
,
then
take
my
consent
and
blessing
too
.
Urs.
And
mine
:
the
Duke
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Duke
and
Marino
.
Du.
Bellaura
,
I
must
speak
to
you
.
Bel.
I
attend
.
Du.
You
have
my
purpose
,
and
return
me
clearly
How
he
bestowes
himself
,
and
what
society
Withdrawes
him
from
his
duty
thus
.
Mar.
I
shall
With
my
best
care
.
Du.
I
fear
that
Malipiero
,
[
with
Bellaura
]
But
let
me
find
your
diligence
:
Bellaura
.
Exit
.
The
Scene
adorn'd
with
Pictures
amongst
the
rest
Claudiana's
Enter
Bravos
with
the
Englishman
,
they
unbind
him
and
Exeunt
.
Flo.
I
am
all
wonder
:
shall
I
trust
my
sences
.
A
fair
and
pleasant
gallery
;
was
I
Surpriz'd
for
this
?
or
doe
I
dream
,
I
did
Expect
the
end
of
my
conveyance
should
Have
been
more
fatal
,
No
tract
appears
,
or
signe
of
those
that
brought
me
,
The
place
is
rich
in
ornament
,
sure
these
Are
Pictures
,
all
things
silent
as
the
Images
,
And
yet
these
speak
,
some
do
inhabit
here
,
This
room
was
not
ordain'd
onely
for
air
And
shadowes
,
'tis
some
flattering
Prologue
to
My
death
,
some
plot
to
second
the
affront
Of
Malipiero
with
more
scorne
to
ruine
me
.
Enter
Cornari
with
a
case
of
Pistolls
.
What
art
?
Cor.
A
friend
.
Flo.
That
posture
and
presentment
Promise
no
great
assurance
,
yet
there's
something
Within
that
noble
frame
would
tempt
me
to
Believe
thou
art
.
Cor.
What
?
Flo.
A
black
murderer
.
Point
not
thy
horrid
messengers
of
death
Upon
a
man
disarm'd
,
my
bosome
is
No
proof
against
those
fiery
Executioners
.
How
came
I
to
deserve
from
thee
unknown
So
black
a
purpose
,
as
thy
lookes
present
me
?
I
never
saw
thy
face
,
nor
am
I
conscious
Of
any
act
,
in
whose
revenge
,
thou
hast
Put
on
this
horror
,
let
me
know
my
guilt
Before
I
die
,
although
I
never
liv'd
At
that
poor
rate
to
fear
a
noble
death
;
Yet
unprepar'd
,
and
thus
to
die
,
doth
something
Stagger
my
soul
,
and
weaken
my
resolve
To
meet
thy
Execution
,
thou
hast
Too
good
a
face
to
be
a
Mercenary
Cut-throat
,
and
Malipiero
would
become
The
hangmans
office
better
.
Cor.
You
believe
then
,
How
easily
I
can
command
your
destine
,
I
have
no
plot
with
any
Malipiero
,
And
thus
remove
thy
fears
He
carries
in
the
Pistolls
and
returnes
.
Flo.
Is
he
gone
?
Cor.
Y'are
still
within
My
power
,
but
call
your selfe
my
guest
,
not
prisoner
,
And
if
you
be
not
dangerous
to
your self
Nothing
is
meant
but
safety
here
and
honor
.
Flo.
This
does
amaze
me
more
;
but
do
Italians
Compell
men
to
receive
their
courtesies
?
Cor.
I
must
not
give
you
reasons
;
yet
for
your
Surprize
,
you
may
receive
a
timely
knowledge
And
not
repent
.
I
am
a
Gentleman
,
And
by
that
name
secure
thee
,
if
you
can
Fancie
a
peace
with
this
restraint
,
'tis
none
But
something
that
may
please
you
above
freedom
,
If
your
unruly
thoughts
tempt
a
resistance
,
Death
is
let
in
,
at
every
thing
you
look
at
.
Flo.
I'le
leave
my
wonder
and
believe
,
what
now
Must
I
obey
?
Cor.
First
walk
away
your
fright
.
Flo.
'Tis
off
.
Cor.
How
do
you
like
this
gallery
?
Flo.
'Tis
very
handsome
.
Cor.
And
these
pictures
.
Flo.
Wel
.
Cor.
Your
eyes
are
yet
too
carelesse
,
pray
examine
'em
.
Flo.
They
cannot
answer
.
Cor.
Now
your
opinion
.
Flo.
Very
good
faces
.
Cor.
Have
your
eyes
ever
Met
with
a
substance
that
might
reflect
On
any
of
these
shadowes
sir
in
Venice
?
Flo.
Never
.
Cor.
Look
a
little
better
,
is
there
nothing
Of
more
then
common
curiosity
,
In
any
of
these
beauties
.
Flo.
I
have
seen
Fair
ones
,
what
should
this
mean
?
Cor.
But
pray
tel
me
,
Of
these
(
which
some
have
prais'd
for
handsomness
)
Which
doth
affect
you
most
?
I
guesse
you
have
By
frequent
view
,
and
the
converse
with
Ladies
Ariv'd
at
excellent
judgement
:
Flo.
I
did
not
Expect
this
Dialogue
,
yet
i'le
be
free
,
I
profess
stranger
to
'em
all
,
but
this
[
pointing
to
Claudiana
]
I
should
elect
the
fairest
and
most
worthy
A
masculine
Embrace
.
I
build
upon
The
promise
of
your
Honour
,
I
should
else
Be
nice
in
my
opinion
.
Cor.
You
are
just
,
And
I
prefer
that
too
,
what
will
you
say
To
call
that
Lady
Mistris
,
and
enjoy
her
?
Shee's
noble
to
my
knowledge
,
but
enough
At
this
time
.
I
must
pray
your
kind
excuse
If
(
whilst
)
you
walk
into
this
room
Opening
the
hanging
.
Flo.
A
fair
one
.
Cor.
Which
is
design'd
your
lodging
,
I
become
Your
jailour
,
and
make
sure
this
Gallery
Til
my
return
;
be
constant
to
your
temper
,
There
shall
be
nothing
wanting
to
procure
You
safe
,
and
pleasant
hours
.
Flo.
Distrust
falles
off
.
I
will
expect
to
find
you
noble
,
though
My
faith
bind
not
to
all
,
and
enter
.
Exit
.
Cor.
So
.
I
tread
a
maze
too
,
but
must
not
resign
My
office
,
till
I
perfect
my
design
Exit
.
Enter
Malipiero
with
Rosabella
dancing
,
[
Dance
]
Bernardo
,
Marcello
.
Ber.
Active
Malipiero
.
Mar.
Excellent
They
move
as
they
had
nothing
else
but
soul
.
Mal.
So
,
drink
,
we
are
not
merry
,
here's
a
health
To
my
hen
sparrow
.
Mar.
Let
it
walk
round
.
Ber.
What
Rosabella's
health
?
before
the
states
—
Mal.
Hang
States
,
and
Commonwealths
we
will
be
Emperors
;
And
laugh
,
and
drink
away
whole
Provinces
.
Shall
we
not
dydapper
?
Ro.
What
you
please
,
but
will
Signior
Thomazo
be
here
presently
,
and
bring
—
Mal.
The
golden
Fleece
,
thou
Lady
Guinever
,
And
he
shall
mount
thy
little
modesty
,
And
ride
like
Agamemnon
,
and
shall
pay
for't
,
While
we
,
like
valiant
Greekes
in
lusty
wine
,
Drench
the
remembrance
that
we
are
mortall
,
More
wine
,
my
everlasting
Marmoset
.
Ber.
Brave
Malipiero
still
!
our
grand
Signiors
health
,
[
Drinkes
]
Signior
Thomazo
.
Mal.
Let
it
come
squirrells
,
And
then
a
song
my
pretty
Rosabella
,
Which
of
the
Senators
were
here
last
night
To
court
thee
with
a
draught
of
dissolv'd
pearle
?
Be
supple
to
thy
friends
,
and
let
thy
men
Of
state
,
who
hide
their
warp't
leggs
in
long
gowns
,
And
keep
their
wisdom
warm
in
furrs
like
agues
,
Most
grave
and
serious
follies
,
wait
,
and
want
The
knowledge
of
thy
fidle
,
my
dear
Dowsabel
.
Ro.
What
hath
advanc'd
your
brain
thus
Malipiero
?
You
were
not
wont
to
talk
at
such
a
height
,
There
is
some
mighty
fortune
dropping
,
is
Your
Uncle
sick
,
whose
heir
you
hope
to
be
?
Mal.
Hang
Uncles
,
there's
a
damp
in's
very
name
.
Wine
,
or
I
sink
,
—
so
now
thy
song
,
come
sit
.
Rosabella
sings
.
Enter
Thomazo
with
Marino
.
Tho.
Nay
you
shall
enter
,
Gentlemen
,
my
friend
,
Salute
him
,
Malipiero
,
he
is
one
May
do
us
service
.
Mar.
sir
!
i'le
take
my
leave
.
Tho.
That
were
a
jest
,
you
shall
stay
by
this
hand
,
Who
ha's
the
wine
,
drink
to
my
noble
friend
,
Whilst
I
embrace
my
Queen
of
Carthage
.
Ro.
Welcome
.
Mal.
I
have
seen
this
Gentleman
wait
nere
your
Father
.
Tho.
Right
in
his
bedchamber
,
a
sober
Coxcombe
,
We
met
by
chance
,
let's
make
him
drunk
,
I
have
The
brave
devices
here
boy
.
Mal.
Good
:
y'are
welcome
,
Fill
me
a
tun
of
wine
.
Mari.
How
Signior
!
Mal.
It
is
too
too
little
for
a
friend
.
Mari.
They'l
drown
me
,
here's
a
pretious
knot
Tho.
I
hugge
thee
Cleopatra
,
Gentlemen
,
Am
not
I
behind
half
a
score
glasses
,
fil
,
Come
charge
me
home
,
i'le
take
it
here
He
takes
the
bottle
.
Mari.
What
will
become
of
me
?
they
mean
to
drench
Me
for
the
sullens
,
I
am
like
to
have
A
very
fine
time
,
and
employment
here
.
Tho.
But
ha'you
nere
a
banquet
?
Ros.
'Tis
preparing
.
Tho.
Let
it
be
as
rich
as
the
Egyptian
Queen
Made
for
Mark
Anthony
;
in
the
mean
time
What
limb
of
wantonnesse
have
you
ready
for
My
noble
friend
here
,
get
him
a
fine
flesh
saddle
,
Or
where's
thy
mother
,
now
I
think
upon't
,
He
loves
to
ride
upon
a
pad
.
Mari.
Not
I
sir
.
Mal.
Oh
by
all
meanes
Signior
.
He
shall
go
to
the
price
of
any
Ladyware
.
Mari.
Who
I
?
alas
my
tilting
daies
are
done
,
nay
,
nay
,
then
I'le
drink
w'ee
gentlemen
,
but
I
cannot
tumble
Tho.
Why
then
here's
to
thee
.
Mari.
No
Lady
ware
for
me
sweet
Mistris
,
I
blush
to
say
I
cannot
mount
at
this
time
.
Would
I
were
off
agen
,
polecats
for
me
?
Tho.
Now
gentlemen
wipe
your
eyes
Shewes
a
Cabinet
.
Mari.
A
Cabinet
of
rich
Jewels
.
Tho.
And
how
,
and
how
shew
things
?
Is't
fit
we
want
to
revell
,
while
my
father
Ha's
these
toyes
idle
,
we
grope
in
the
dark
And
lose
our
way
,
while
such
bright
starres
as
these
May
light
us
to
a
wench
?
Mari.
There
is
no
conscience
in't
.
But
what
shall
we
do
with
'em
?
there's
a
lustre
Hath
struck
me
into
a
flame
.
Mal.
Drink
half
,
and
tumble
out
the
rest
In
featherbeds
.
Tho.
Where's
Rosabella
,
to
lend
money
?
Mari.
Stay
,
sir
,
She
never
can
disburse
to
half
their
valew
,
Beside
I
know
their
slie
and
costive
natures
.
I
am
acquainted
with
a
Jew
,
are
we
All
faithfull
?
are
there
no
traitors
here
?
I
am
acquainted
with
a
Jew
shal
furnish
you
To
purpose
,
&
transport
these
,
where
they
shannot
Betray
from
whence
they
came
:
trust
her
?
'tis
dangerous
,
Besides
the
scanting
of
your
mirth
,
by
a
Penurious
Son
,
give
me
the
Cabinet
—
Y'are
sure
all
these
are
friends
,
&
will
say
nothing
?
Tho.
I
warrant
thee
;
what
luck
had
I
to
meet
him
.
Mal.
Will
you
trust
him
?
Tho.
Hee's
one
of
us
,
make
hast
,
a
mighty
summe
.
Mari.
I'le
bring
a
storme
of
Duccats
instantly
.
Exit
.
Tho.
So
,
so
to'th
wine
agen
.
Mal.
You
need
not
spend
the
total
here
,
I
have
use
For
forty
of
those
Duccats
.
Tho.
S'hat
have
fifty
.
Mal.
These
gentlemen
are
out
of
figleaves
too
.
Some
fresher
robes
would
shew
well
.
Tho.
They
shall
have
New
skins
my
Holofernes
.
Mal.
I'le
have
half
.
B.
M.
A
match
.
Mal.
Wine
,
to
our
Generalissimo
.
Tho.
That's
I
,
I
understand
the
Metaphor
.
It
shall
have
law
,
oh
for
some
trumpets
now
.
Mal.
Tantarra
rara
boyes
,
outrore
the
winds
And
drink
the
sun
into
Eclipse
,
hang
miching
,
But
where's
my
wanton
Pinnace
?
Ber.
Boorded
by
.
Some
man
of
war
by
this
time
.
Mar.
She
is
spoon'd
away
.
Mal.
My
top
and
top
gallant
gone
?
ha
!
are
there
Pirates
Upon
these
Goasts
;
give
fire
upon
the
water-rats
,
And
shoot
pell mell
,
fight
as
a
whirlewind
flinges
,
Disordering
all
,
what
man
of
Menaces
Dare
look
awry
upon
my
Cattamountaine
?
Tho.
Not
I
:
now
hee's
got
rampant
,
heel
kill
some body
.
Ber.
You
must
not
be
affrighted
,
to'ther
lift
And
be
a
Giant
eke
,
and
talk
of
terrors
With
words
Olympus
high
.
Tho.
Will
that
do't
?
Ber.
Oh
sir
.
Tho.
Give
me
the
bottle
then
?
Mal.
Suppose
thou
wert
my
Uncle
now
,
come
hither
,
Hold
thy
head
fair
,
that
I
may
whip
it
off
.
Mar.
Mine's
nothing
like
,
Bernardo
has
been
taken
For
your
Uncle
Signior
.
Mal.
How
dare
you
be
like
The
rogue
my
Uncle
sirra
?
Ber.
I
sir
?
'tis
Signior
Thomazo
that
he
means
,
and
see
For
very
fear
his
head
fales
off
Thomazo
was
drinking
and
here
sets
down
the
bottle
.
Mal.
Reach
it
me
,
I'le
drink
a
health
,
then
in
his
skull
.
Tho.
Who
talkes
of
me
,
who
dares
mention
A
thought
of
me
?
where
be
the
dainty
duccats
?
Enter
Marino
.
Mari.
The
moneie's
coming
sir
,
six
men
are
laden
,
And
will
be
here
immediately
.
Mal.
Thou
shalt
drink
A
health
,
kneel
venerable
sir
.
Tho.
Be
humble
,
Thou
man
of
Malligo
,
or
thou
dyest
Mari.
I
do
sir
.
[
Kneeles
]
Mal.
To
the
Town
,
a
fire
.
Mar.
What
dee
mean
Signior
.
Tho.
He
has
a
very
good
meaning
,
never
doubt
it
.
Mal.
That
you
shall
pledge
,
or
forfeit
your
sconce
to
me
,
None
shall
have
the
honor
to
pledge
this
health
,
But
this
whay
bearded
Signior
.
Tho.
Now
do
my
braines
tumble
,
tumble
,
tumble
—
Mal.
give
it
him
,
And
drink
it
with
devotion
as
I
did
.
Tho.
I
long
to
see
these
double
,
double
—
hickets
But
where's
the
Cockatrice
,
this
whirligigge
?
Is
my
head
fast
?
Mar.
The
scrue
is
firm
,
suspect
not
.
Mari.
I
dare
not
pray
nor
ask
forgivenesse
here
.
Tho.
Do
not
my
braines
now
turn
upon
the
toe
.
Mal
Do
you
hear
my
doughty
Signior
Thomazo
,
Wouldst
you
kil
the
Duke
,
your
graceless
father
now
?
Tho.
Yes
marry
will
I
.
Mal.
You
sha'l
let
him
into
the
Chamber
one
night
,
Where
he
shall
strangle
him
.
Tho.
Or
I
can
play
upon
his
windpipe
rarely
.
Mal.
Wee'l
see
(
d'ee
mark
)
some
corner
of
the
Palace
A
fire
,
at
the
same
time
,
and
in
that
hurry
Break
into
the
Treasury
,
take
what
we
think
fit
,
And
steal
away
by
Sea
into
another
Country
.
Mari.
Most
admirably
contriv'd
;
the
men
are
come
.
Enter
Officers
.
Tho.
Hey
,
the
money
boyes
?
Mari.
Disarme
the
traitors
.
Mal.
Plots
,
ambuscadoes
,
are
these
your
Jew
tricks
.
Mari.
I'l
wait
til
you
have
slept
away
your
surfeit
,
Here
in
the
house
.
Tho.
Which
is
the
Jew
of
all
these
?
Mal.
We
are
cheated
by
a
Court-nap
.
Tho.
My
friend
,
are
you
the
Jew
?
where
be
the
Jewells
.
Mari.
Truth
is
,
I
have
sent
the
Jewels
to
your
Father
,
And
he
will
lend
no
money
.
Tho.
No
money
?
Mal.
But
must
we
go
to
prison
?
Tho.
I'le
to
prison
with
e'm
spight
o'your
teeth
.
Mari.
Not
,
till
you
have
slept
,
this
way
.
Exit
.
with
Tho.
Enter
Rosabella
.
Ro.
The
Banquet's
ready
gentlemen
.
Mal.
A
rescue
.
We
are
snatch'd
up
for
traitors
,
we
are
betraid
,
And
going
to
prison
.
Ro.
Who
paies
for
the
wine
and
banquet
?
Mal.
Why
any
living
body
,
that
has
a
scruple
In's
Conscience
,
for
the
losse
of
thy
dear
Comfits
,
And
Carrawaies
,
away
,
lead
me
ye
rogues
.
I'le
not
march
else
,
and
let
us
make
a
shew
,
My
fine
officious
rascalls
,
on
afore
,
I
follow
in
fit
state
,
so
farewell
firelock
.
Ros.
I
shall
be
undone
.
Mal.
Undoing
is
thy
trade
,
March
on
I
say
.
Exeunt
.
Act.
4.
Enter
Cornari
,
after
him
Claudiana
.
Clau.
YOur
pleasure
sir
;
you
did
command
my
presence
.
Cor.
Are
you
come
?
you
and
I
must
not
be
Interrupted
Claudiana
.
Claud.
Why
do
you
shut
your
Chamber
?
Cor.
Wee
must
be
private
.
How
does
my
life
?
Clau.
Well
sir
,
if
you
be
so
.
Cor.
I
have
a
sute
to
thee
,
my
best
Caudiana
.
Clau.
To
me
?
it
must
be
granted
.
Cor.
That's
well
said
,
But
'tis
a
businesse
(
sweet
)
of
mighty
consequence
,
More
pretious
then
my
life
.
Cla.
Goodnesse
forbid
I
should
not
give
obedience
to
the
least
Of
your
commands
,
but
when
your
life
requires
My
service
,
I
should
chide
my
heart
,
and
thoughts
Unlesse
they
put
on
wings
to
shew
their
duty
.
Cor.
Nay
,
'tis
a
businesse
sweet
will
speak
thy
love
.
Cor.
Thou
knowest
how
many
years
since
the
Priest
tyed
Our
holy
knot
,
with
what
religious
flowing
Of
chast
and
noble
love
our
hearts
have
met
,
How
many
blessings
have
I
summ'd
in
thee
,
And
but
in
thee
,
for
unto
this
,
Heaven
gave
not
(
That
which
indeed
doth
Crown
all
Marriage
,
)
Children
,
thou
hast
been
fruitfull
Claudiana
In
all
that's
good
,
but
onely
fruitfulnesse
;
And
when
I
think
who
in
my
want
of
that
Great
blessing
of
thy
womb
,
must
be
my
heir
,
A
base
and
impious
villain
,
to
possesse
And
riot
in
my
spacious
fortunes
,
I
Forget
that
other
happinesse
in
thy
person
,
And
let
in
a
vexation
to
consume
me
.
Cla.
I
know
not
what
to
fear
,
it
is
heavens
will
And
not
my
fault
.
Cor.
Oh
no
,
the
fault
is
mine
,
All
mine
Claudiana
,
for
thou
art
not
barren
'Tis
I
,
a
man
prodigious
and
mulcted
By
nature
,
without
faculty
of
man
To
make
our
marriage
happy
,
and
preserve
This
fair
;
this
lovely
figure
,
be
at
peace
And
let
me
blush
,
a
thing
not
worth
the
love
Of
such
a
bounteous
sweetnesse
.
[
Kneeles
]
Cla.
Let
me
fall
Beneath
that
which
sustaines
me
,
ere
I
take
In
a
beleef
,
that
will
destroy
my
peace
,
Not
in
the
apprehension
of
what
You
frame
to
accuse
your self
,
but
in
fear
My
honour
is
betraid
to
your
suspition
;
Oh
kill
me
sir
,
before
I
lose
your
thought
,
Your
noble
thought
.
Cor.
Rise
,
with
thy
tears
I
kisse
Away
thy
tremblings
;
I
suspect
thy
honor
?
My
heart
will
want
faith
to
believe
an
Angel
,
That
should
traduce
thy
fair
name
,
thou
art
chast
As
the
white
down
of
heaven
,
whose
feathers
play
Upon
the
wings
of
a
cold
winters
gale
,
Trembling
with
fear
to
touch
the
impurer
earth
.
How
are
the
roses
frighted
in
thy
cheekes
To
palenesse
,
weeping
out
of
transparent
dew
:
When
a
loose
story
is
but
nam'd
?
thou
art
The
miracle
of
a
chast
wife
,
from
which
fair
Originall
,
drawn
out
by
heavens
own
hand
,
To
have
had
one
Copie
,
I
had
write
perfection
To
all
my
wishes
here
,
but
'tis
denyed
me
,
Nor
do
I
mock
thee
with
a
fable
,
while
I
miserably
complain
,
convinc'd
,
and
lost
In
my
own
Masculine
defect
;
but
yet
I
love
thee
Claudiana
,
dost
not
think
so
?
And
after
so
much
injury
,
I
bring
Not
my
repentance
onely
,
but
a
just
And
noble
satisfaction
.
Cla.
You
oppresse
My
sences
with
the
weight
of
new
amazement
.
Cor.
I
must
be
clear
,
thou
must
embrace
another
—
Another
in
my
bed
,
whom
from
the
world
I
have
made
choice
to
know
thee
,
be
not
frighted
This
way
is
left
,
and
this
alone
to
recompence
My
want
,
and
make
both
happy
.
Cla.
I
embrace
Another
in
your
bed
?
Cor.
Dost
think
I
would
Attempt
,
or
wish
thee
to't
,
without
a
care
In
every
circumstance
to
both
our
fames
?
Cla.
Fame
?
are
you
master
of
your
reason
?
dare
you
Provoke
heaven
thus
?
Cor.
Heaven
onely
shall
be
witnesse
,
Whose
secrefie
i'le
trust
,
but
not
anothers
.
Beside
the
principall
agent
,
to
get
heaven
.
Cla.
Y'are
no
Italian
sure
.
Cor.
Yes
,
and
thy
husband
,
A
just
one
to
thy
memory
,
that
would
Cancell
his
faith
,
rather
then
be
a
strict
Idolater
of
words
,
and
severe
lawes
,
To
the
destroying
of
so
sweet
a
figure
;
I
would
not
have
thee
flye
like
birds
i'th
aire
,
Or
shippes
that
leave
no
tract
,
to
say
here
was
,
So
rich
a
blessing
,
rather
like
a
plant
Should
root
,
and
grow
,
and
bloom
,
&
bear
for
ever
.
Cla.
I'me
lost
for
ever
.
Cor.
Be
wise
and
meet
my
wishes
,
'tis
my
love
That
hath
'orecome
all
nice
considerings
To
do
thee
justice
.
Nor
will
I
intrude
Upon
thy
bosome
one
shall
be
unwelcome
,
Hee's
honorably
born
,
of
comely
person
,
But
has
a
soule
addes
glory
to
'em
both
,
A
boy
from
him
,
born
to
my
name
and
fortunes
Leaves
not
another
wealth
to
my
ambition
.
To
raise
thy
free
consent
my
Claudiana
,
'Tis
he
,
Whom
thou
dost
think
worth
thy
owne
praise
,
The
gentleman
victorious
for
his
parts
,
So
late
in
Venice
,
the
English
Cavalier
.
Cla.
I
am
undone
.
Cor.
To
be
short
,
I
have
surpriz'd
his
person
for
this
use
,
He
hath
been
many
daies
an
obscure
guest
Within
the
lodgings
next
the
Garden
,
for
I
must
confesse
I
have
had
struglings
in
My
nature
,
and
have
sate
in
Councell
'gainst
My selfe
sometime
,
touching
this
great
affair
,
But
I
have
answer'd
every
thing
oppos'd
it
,
And
took
this
time
to
acquaint
thee
.
Cla.
Good
sir
kill
me
.
Cor.
I
will
,
And
him
too
,
if
ye
mingle
not
and
make
The
project
as
I
cast
it
,
be
not
obstinate
,
Why
,
he
shall
nere
discover
who
thou
act
,
If
thou
be
faithfull
to
thy self
,
thou
maist
Pretend
thy self
some
pleasant
bona
roba
.
Dr
take
what
name
,
and
shape
thou
wilt
.
Cla.
There's
none
Can
hide
my
shame
,
or
wash
the
stain
away
:
Cor.
What
shame
or
stain
is
in't
when
it
is
kept
A
secret
darker
then
the
book
of
destinie
From
mankind
?
Cla.
Am
I
practis'd
in
those
arts
?
Of
sin
that
he
should
take
me
for
a
Curtesan
?
Nay
,
rather
let
me
be
known
your
wife
,
It
will
oblige
him
more
to
use
me
well
,
And
thank
your
loving
paines
that
brought
me
to
him
.
If
I
must
be
a
whore
,
and
you
a
—
Cor.
Stay
,
and
I
a
—
what
?
I
bleed
within
me
.
Cla.
This
key
will
make
the
Chamber
free
,
I
follow
.
Consider
sir
,
I'me
else
undone
for
ever
Ex.
Cor.
Why
if
he
know
me
for
her
husband
,
'tis
Without
a
name
,
I
can
secure
my
honor
,
And
send
him
quickly
to
eternall
silence
.
I'me
resolv'd
they
must
obey
,
proceed
,
A
little
blood
will
wash
away
this
deed
.
Ex.
Enter
Duke
,
Senators
,
Attendants
,
Letters
upon
a
Table
.
Duke
Our
City
drooping
with
the
wounds
so
late
Receiv'd
,
is
now
to
study
with
what
joyes
To
entertain
so
great
a
victory
.
Treuiso
is
return'd
to
our
obedience
,
Almost
without
a
losse
,
how
many
fell
On
the
adverse
part
,
those
papers
signifie
,
And
must
enlarge
our
tryumph
:
but
is't
not
Strange
what
our
generall
writes
of
Giovanni
,
Whose
spirit
he
admires
,
and
forward
valour
,
Referring
to
his
bold
attempt
,
our
Conquest
,
That
he
advanc'd
his
head
and
sword
first
on
The
enemies
walls
,
which
inflam'd
our
army
To
second
him
with
courage
,
and
that
after
With
his
own
hands
he
slew
their
generall
,
Whose
fall
shot
death
and
trembling
through
their
Army
.
Can.
Where
is
Giovanni
?
Du.
He
is
by
direction
of
our
generall
Now
marching
hither
,
to
his
onely
conduct
.
The
Captives
are
remitted
,
and
his
act
By
us
to
be
considered
,
but
we
have
Sent
order
for
the
placing
of
his
Prisoners
Securely
,
and
commanded
he
should
here
Attend
our
pleasure
Gan.
The
young
Gardiner
?
Du.
The
same
,
whose
early
valour
takes
away
The
prejudice
of
humble
birth
,
and
ought
To
be
encourag'd
nobly
.
Can.
'Tis
but
justice
.
Enter
Marino
.
Is't
possible
the
Gardiners
Son
should
so
Behave
himself
in
war
,
He
will
deserve
some
honor
for't
.
Du.
Why
may
not
Our
power
dispence
,
and
though
his
low
condition
By
our
rule
exempt
him
(
for
his
gallant
service
Done
)
now
create
him
gentleman
of
Venice
,
With
a
noble
pension
from
our
treasury
To
bear
his
title
up
?
Can.
We
give
it
strangers
,
Whose
birth
we
not
examine
,
He
deserves
it
.
Du.
Let
him
receive
no
favour
For
his
relation
to
me
,
but
take
His
place
and
punishment
with
the
rest
,
away
I
cast
him
from
my
thought
.
Exit
Marino
.
Can.
Why
comes
not
Our
Generall
himself
?
Du.
Reasons
of
war
May
yet
compell
his
stay
,
hee's
to
repair
Some
breaches
which
our
Souldiers
made
,
&
wisely
By
some
new
fortification
,
secure
The
Town
if
the
Enemy
should
reinforce
.
Att.
Signior
Giovanni
waites
.
Enter
Mar.
Du.
Hath
he
dispos'd
By
our
direction
those
prisoners
were
Sent
by
our
Generall
?
Atten.
He
hath
and
please
your
excellencie
.
Du.
Admit
him
.
Enter
Giovanni
plum'd
and
brave
Georgio
his
servant
Gio.
All
health
and
honor
to
the
Duke
and
Senate
.
Du.
We
thank
thee
Giovanni
,
and
will
spare
Your
trouble
to
'
relate
what
we
have
gain'd
I'th
war
;
Our
General
writes
how
much
our
Venice
Doth
owe
to
you
,
whose
maiden
yet
bold
valour
,
Hath
wrought
our
safety
,
and
supprest
the
late
Insolent
Genowese
.
Gio.
Your
bounty
makes
That
mine
,
which
I
want
merit
sir
to
challenge
,
But
if
my
will
to
serve
my
Country
(
for
Beside
that
name
and
warm
desires
,
I
dare
Call
nothing
mine
)
y'are
pleas'd
to
accept
and
cherish
A
young
mans
duty
,
you
will
teach
me
in
The
next
employment
to
deserve
indeed
.
Till
when
,
you
lose
not
,
to
have
built
upon
This
humble
pile
,
a
monument
of
your
goodnesse
,
To
tell
the
world
,
although
misplac'd
on
me
,
You
love
a
growing
vertue
.
Du.
This
Giovanni
?
His
words
tast
more
of
courtier
then
the
Garden
.
To
shew
we
understand
,
and
to
that
knowledge
Have
will
to
recompence
the
desert
,
Giovanni
The
Senate
bidds
you
ask
,
what
in
your
power
Your
thought
can
aim
at
,
to
reward
your
service
,
And
you
shall
soon
possesse
it
.
Geo.
Ask
,
ask
quickly
,
A
hundred
thousand
double
double
duccats
.
'Twil
serve
us
both
,
do't
,
beggars
must
be
impudent
.
Gio.
Now
you
destroy
what
else
might
live
to
serve
you
,
This
grace
will
make
me
nothing
,
when
I
call
My
airy
worth
to
ballance
,
keep
those
glorious
Rewards
for
men
borne
,
and
brought
up
in
honor
?
That
may
be
great
and
able
Columnes
to
Your
ever
envyed
state
;
alas
I
rise
Like
a
thin
reede
beneath
this
Common-wealth
,
Whose
weight
,
an
Atlas
must
sustain
like
heaven
,
This
favour
is
too
mighty
,
and
if
you
Command
me
,
ask
a
just
reward
,
'tis
nothing
.
Geo.
You
had
as
good
ha
said
nothing
,
I
blush
for
you
,
You
know
many
Souldiers
So
modest
,
to
refuse
pay
,
or
preferment
?
They
cannot
have
it
sometimes
,
after
many
Petitions
to
the
State
,
and
now
their
mindes
Are
soluble
and
apt
to
powre
out
favours
,
You
to
be
so
maidenly
—
Gio.
May
I
credit
With
pardon
of
your
wisdomes
,
that
you
mean
To
encourage
thus
the
low
born
Giovanni
?
Geo.
Now
he
makes
question
of
their
honesty
too
,
Oh
simple
souldier
.
Du.
We
look
not
at
thy
root
,
but
at
thy
blossom
,
And
as
a
preserver
of
our
Country
We
offer
up
a
gratitude
,
consult
With
thy
best
judgement
,
(
though
beside
this
act
Of
his
abroad
)
I
can
give
no
account
[
Aside
]
Why
I
should
love
this
young
man
,
or
prefer
him
,
I
know
not
by
what
mystery
,
I
have
Had
thoughts
to
wish
him
more
then
common
fortune
,
And
this
occasion
of
his
merit
offered
.
I
will
pursue
.
Geo.
Do
as
I
counsell
you
,
and
remember
,
I
Have
left
my
fortunes
,
and
my
trade
to
serve
you
.
Gio.
Call
it
not
pride
if
I
be
willing
to
Believe
your
excellence
,
that
I
have
done
Somthing
your
goodnesse
prompts
you
to
reward
,
And
the
grave
Senate
,
I
have
thought
.
Du.
Be
free
.
Geo.
Now
do
I
expect
to
be
half
a
Senator
at
least
.
Gio.
And
since
you
raise
my
act
to
such
a
merit
,
I
will
not
ask
a
thing
too
much
beneath
it
.
Geo.
Well
said
Vannij
.
Gio.
And
shame
your
bounty
;
yet
I
may
fear
You
will
not
grant
—
Geo.
Agen
?
Du.
Name
it
with
confidence
.
Gio.
I
look
at
no
reward
of
gold
.
Geo.
How's
that
?
hee's
out
on's
part
.
Gio.
I
know
not
,
By
what
fate
I
contemn
it
,
nor
at
titles
Of
honor
,
or
command
,
or
what
can
trench
On
state
or
wealth
.
Geo.
I
thank
yee
heartily
,
I
must
to
dig
agen
.
Gio.
Employ
such
gifts
,
To
pay
some
slight
,
and
mercenary
soules
,
That
make
their
end
of
good
,
reward
,
and
not
It selfe
,
but
since
you
have
impos'd
I
should
Make
choyce
of
somwhat
know
my
ambition
aims
—
Du.
At
what
?
Gio.
It
is
too
great
a
happinesse
,
but
I
now
Consider
I
have
pratled
to
the
wind
,
What
I
desire
is
not
within
your
power
,
And
what
you
may
command
,
not
in
my
wishes
,
For
I
would
ask
Bellaura
:
can
you
make
Me
fit
for
such
a
blessing
?
no
,
you
cannot
,
Unlesse
I
were
unborn
,
and
should
agen
Come
forth
,
not
Giovanni
,
but
the
Son
Of
some
bright
name
,
and
this
world-taking
honor
.
Du.
Bellaura
?
strange
request
.
Enter
Marino
and
Bellaura
.
Mar.
Madam
I
dare
not
Be
seen
,
if
you
prevail
,
I
shall
attend
,
And
put
his
mercy
into
act
.
Exit
.
Du.
Shee's
here
.
Bel.
I
have
a
suit
to
your
highnesse
.
Du.
Me
Bellaura
?
Bel.
About
your
son
,
whom
men
to
your
dishonor
Lead
like
some
base
offender
.
Du.
I
must
speak
The
cause
into
your
ear
.
[
Whispers
to
her
]
Gio.
I
was
too
blame
To
mention
her
so
publick
,
but
my
heart
Grew
sick
with
silence
,
and
their
proposition
To
ask
what
I
desir'd
most
,
prevail'd
Against
my
reason
:
Du.
Leave
him
to
me
,
Bellaura
.
Do
you
observe
that
gentleman
?
Bel
'Tis
Giovanni
.
He
does
become
the
souldier
.
Du.
He
has
done
wonders
Abroad
,
and
quit
our
gratitude
,
to
be
Onely
by
you
rewarded
,
can
you
love
him
?
Bel.
I
understand
you
not
.
Du.
And
marry
him
?
Bel.
How
have
I
lost
my self
,
since
I
became
Your
charge
,
a
legacie
bequeath'd
your
care
By
my
dead
father
,
the
late
Duke
of
Venice
,
That
you
should
think
I
can
descend
with
such
Forgetfullnesse
of
my self
,
my
birth
or
fortunes
To
place
my
love
on
one
so
poorly
born
.
Du.
You
blush
.
Bel
.
'tis
anger
in
my
blood
to
hear
him
nam'd
.
[
To
Giovanni
]
You
pay
me
coursely
for
my
charity
.
Learn
modesty
hereafter
to
be
gratefull
.
I
ha
done
we'e
sir
Exit
.
Geo.
Do
you
heer
the
tit
?
be
wise
,
And
look
at
ready
money
,
'tis
a
better
Commodity
then
any
Lady
in
Christendom
;
Gio.
Pray
dismiss
,
And
pardon
Giovanni
.
I
am
satisfied
.
For
your
own
honor
let
not
my
ambition
Be
told
abroad
,
i'le
check
and
punish
my
Aspiring
thoughts
hereafter
.
Du.
You
have
leave
,
Come
gentlemen
,
He
is
in
love
.
Du.
I
pitty
him
.
Exit
.
Duke
and
Senator
.
Geo.
What
shall
become
of
us
now
by
your
folly
?
Gio.
Wee'l
to
the
Garden
George
,
and
there
begin
Another
grouth
,
for
what
we
have's
despis'd
.
Geo.
I
knew
I
should
return
to
my
dear
dunghill
.
Gio.
I
prethee
see
the
armour
which
Bellaura
Bestow'd
on
me
,
brought
home
.
Geo.
Your
armour
?
yes
We
might
have
worn
soft
natur'd
silk
,
and
you
had
Been
rul'd
by
me
,
a
pox
of
love
for
my
part
,
'Tis
good
for
nothing
,
but
to
make
things
dear
.
Gio.
I'le
be
reveng'd
upon
my
starrs
,
that
made
Me
poor
,
and
dye
forgotten
in
my
shade
Ex.
A
Table
prepar'd
,
two
tapers
.
Enter
Florelli
.
Flo.
I
find
no
great
devotion
in
this
Monastick
life
,
the
Maior
Domo
promis'd
A
Mistris
here
of
that
complexion
,
But
I
like
not
this
solitude
,
And
tedious
expectations
,
I
shall
nere
do
things
handsomly
,
Give
me
freedome
and
fair
play
,
And
turn
me
to
a
harpy
,
but
to
be
thus
Compell'd
to
an
imbrace
(
for
thats
the
meaning
Of
my
slie
Signior
,
if
it
be
not
worse
)
Fed
high
to
encounter
with
an
Amazon
,
I
know
not
?
tis
not
well
,
nor
conscionable
In
my
opinion
:
I
hear
some
busie
About
the
lock
.
Enter
Cornari
.
My
Jaylor
?
What
now
fellowes
?
Sir
,
if
I
must
ha
my
throat
cut
,
as
much
Better
I
do
not
hope
,
though
I
deserve
not
That
bounty
from
your
hands
,
I
live
so
dully
,
I
would
request
you
set
a
time
,
and't
be
A
day
or
two
,
to
pray
and
think
of
matters
,
And
then
turn
me
loose
to
the
other
world
!
Cor.
Read
that
.
[
gives
him
a
paper
]
He
shannot
see
my
blushes
,
I
must
pitty
Thee
Claudiana
,
but
my
stubborn
fate
Will
have
it
so
,
it
is
to
make
thee
live
Although
we
both
must
suffer
,
and
I
like
A
father
thus
,
whose
child
at
play
upon
A
rivers
bank
,
is
faln
into
the
stream
,
Leap
in
,
and
hazard
all
to
save
a
little
,
But
I
must
on
Exit
.
Flo.
Amazement
Circles
me
,
Such
wonders
are
not
read
in
every
Marriage
,
What
shall
I
doe
?
madnesse
to
question
it
.
I
must
resolve
or
die
?
since
there's
no
help
,
Tis
something
if
she
be
but
like
that
face
To
comfort
my
proceeding
.
Enter
Cornari
leading
his
wife
Veild
.
Cor.
behold
,
and
take
as
lent
this
treasure
from
me
,
I
must
expect
it
back
agen
with
interest
.
locks
the
door
and
Ex.
Flo.
The
dore
is
fast
agen
,
here
is
a
president
For
husbands
that
want
heirs
to
their
estate
.
A
goodly
person
.
Please
you
Lady
,
to
Unveil
;
a
rich
and
most
inviting
beauty
.
[
she
unveils
]
I
am
all
flame
,
shall
I
take
boldnesse
,
after
My
duty
paid
your
white
hand
,
to
aspire
And
touch
your
lip
—
now
could
I
wish
to
dwell
here
.
[
he
kisses
]
Can
you
read
Lady
?
She
takes
the
paper
&
turns
.
She
turnes
away
her
face
.
I
hope
my
Signior
Has
taken
paines
to
bring
her
to
the
businesse
,
And
not
left
me
to
break
her
:
can
she
speak
?
Those
lines
(
I
know
not
how
you
like
'em
Madam
)
Were
none
of
my
invention
,
the
character
,
I
guesse
to
be
your
husbands
.
I
am
here
A
prisoner
to
his
will
,
to
which
unlesse
You
give
obedience
,
I
have
took
leave
Of
day
for
ever
,
destin'd
by
his
vow
To
an
eternall
shade
.
Exit
Claudiana
.
She
leads
the
way
;
Conscience
be
calme
,
no
grumblings
now
of
piety
.
Act.
5.
Giovanni
.
The
pieces
of
Armour
hung
upon
severall
trees
Roberto
,
Ursula
.
Gio.
THese
were
the
excellent
Bellaura's
gift
,
Of
no
use
now
to
me
,
but
to
keep
fresh
The
memory
of
my
dreams
and
that
I
lov'd
her
.
I
see
how
passion
did
blind
my
reason
,
And
my
prodigious
hopes
vanish'd
to
air
Have
left
me
to
contemplate
my
own
vanity
.
Ro.
I
know
not
,
but
if
I
may
credit
Georgio
That
did
wait
on
thee
to
the
Senate
,
thou
Hast
lost
an
opportunity
,
that
might
Have
made
us
all
Clarissimo's
Giovanni
.
I
might
have
kept
my
reverend
Mules
,
and
had
My
Crupper
worshipped
by
the
Plebeians
,
And
Ursula
here
been
Madam
heaven
knowes
what
,
And
did
you
wisely
to
refuse
?
Ur.
Nay
,
nay
I
know
He
was
not
born
to
do
us
good
,
not
stoop
To
take
preferment
from
the
Duke
and
Senate
?
Ro.
Well
,
'twas
his
modesty
.
Ur.
He
learn't
it
not
from
me
.
Ro.
No
more
—
Ur.
You
wil
be
alwaies
taking
his
part
against
me
,
But
I
know
,
what
I
know
,
and
that's
a
secret
,
Here
comes
the
t'other
Dunderhead
.
Enter
Georgio
.
Geo.
The
armour
is
hung
up
already
,
this
We
must
all
come
to
.
Ro.
What
to
the
Gibet
Georgio
?
Pointing
to
the
Helmet
.
Geo.
Master
look
here
.
If
you
had
but
this
hole
to
put
your
head
in
,
It
would
be
a
great
preservative
to
your
hearing
,
And
keep
out
all
the
noise
,
of
my
Dames
Culvering
,
Within
this
fortification
well
lock'd
up
.
You
would
think
her
loudest
scolding
a
meer
whisper
.
Urs.
What's
that
you
talk
of
your
Dame
sirra
?
Geo.
Oh
dame
,
I
have
newes
for
you
.
Urs
For
me
?
what
is't
?
whom
does
your
new's
concern
?
Geo.
One
that
you
love
with
all
your
heart
.
Ro.
Who
is't
knave
?
Geo.
Knave
?
call
your
word
in
,
and
eat
it
,
I'le
advise
,
You
may
fare
worse
:
you
do
not
hear
the
news
then
?
Urs.
I
shall
when
you'l
find
utterance
.
Geo.
The
newes
—
We
are
all
of
one
Religion
?
Ro.
Out
with
it
.
Ge.
Every
thing
is
not
to
be
talk'd
on
.
Ro.
So
it
seems
by
your
concealment
.
Urs.
Shall
we
hear
it
?
Geo.
Yes
?
Signior
Thomazo
—
Urs.
What
of
him
?
Geo.
There's
a
gentleman
,
and
you
talk
of
a
gentleman
.
Urs.
What
of
Thomazo
?
now
am
I
longing
.
Geo.
I
heard
,
as
I
came
hither
—
Vrs.
What
?
Ro.
Let
us
hear
too
.
Urs.
What
?
be
brief
.
Geo.
That
he
is
to
lose
his
head
Mistriss
—
Urs.
Now
a
thousand
blisters
upon
that
tongue
.
Geo.
But
you
do
not
know
for
what
,
mistrisse
there's
it
,
You
are
so
angry
still
at
half
a
businesse
.
Urs.
For
what
is
he
to
suffer
?
oh
my
heart
!
Geo.
For
nothing
but
high
treason
.
Ro.
How
?
Geo.
You
ha'not
patience
,
to
hear
a
story
out
.
Ro
High
treason
said
he
?
that's
a
shrewd
business
.
Urs.
Thomazo
lose
his
head
?
Ro.
So
it
seems
.
Urs.
Better
thy
generation
were
headlesse
.
Geo.
I
told
you
but
in
good
will
,
because
I
knew
You
lov'd
him
.
I
ha
done
.
Exit
.
Urs.
Passion
O
my
dear
heart
!
i'le
to
the
Duke
My self
,
and
beg
his
pardon
.
Ro.
You'l
make
Your self
a
party
in
the
treason
,
will
you
?
You'l
beg
his
pardon
,
you'l
beg
a
halter
,
And
sooner
'twill
be
granted
.
Urs.
Giovanni
,
Sweet
Giovanni
,
there's
a
sunshine
word
,
Deere
child
go
with
us
.
Ro.
Us
?
dost
think
i'le
goe
And
run
my
head
into
the
hempe
?
Vrs.
Best
hony-suckle
!
One
word
ohine
will
strike
the
pardon
dead
.
Gio.
Ide
rather
go
a
pilgrimage
.
Urs.
Thou
shalt
go
a
pilgrimage
,
another
time
To
the
worlds
end
,
I
charge
thee
on
my
blessing
,
And
husband
you
must
go
too
.
Ro.
No
,
no
not
I
.
I
thank
you
Ursula
,
i'le
not
have
my
foot
Nor
hand
in
any
treason
.
Urs.
Is
it
so
much
to
kneel
?
you
shall
say
nothing
.
Unlesse
you
please
,
leave
all
the
talk
to
me
,
Ro.
I
wo'not
go
,
though
the
Duke
send
for
me
.
Urs.
How
?
that's
a
piece
a
treason
.
Ro.
So
,
if
I
go
not
,
Shee'l
betray
me
too
;
well
Giovanni
shall
go
too
,
Where
is
he
?
Vrs.
Let
me
alone
to
conjure
him
.
Shall
we
go
presently
,
delaies
are
dangerous
.
The
rascall
George
is
gone
too
,
all
forsake
me
In
my
distresse
.
Ro.
What
will
you
say
Vrsula
,
When
you
come
there
;
what
will
the
Dukes
think
on
you
?
Or
who
shall
suffer
for
your
impudence
?
And
what
?
that
is
considerable
,
I
have
No
mind
to
go
agen
.
Vrs.
Then
I'le
spoile
the
Garden
,
Break
up
the
hedges
,
and
deface
the
works
Your
darling
Giovanni
made
;
i'le
let
in
A
regiment
of
swine
,
and
all
their
Officers
To
undermine
the
Castle
he
made
last
,
And
fortified
with
Cannon
,
though
I
dye
for't
.
Ro.
More
treason
,
well
I
will
go
,
but
I
hope
You
wo'not
trudge
this
evening
,
if
we
must
Resolve
upon't
,
let
us
do
things
discreetly
.
Vrs.
That
was
well
said
,
nay
,
I
am
for
discretion
For
all
my
hast
.
Ro.
I
think
it
most
convenient
To
wait
his
businesse
,
coming
forth
his
Chamber
To morrow
morning
Vrsula
,
and
then
let
Good
natures
work
,
to
nights
no
time
,
We
must
consult
our
Pillowes
;
what
to
say
;
And
how
to
place
our
words
.
Vrs.
Now
'tis
my
best
Pigeon
,
let's
home
instantly
.
Ro.
A
sober
pace
goes
far
,
not
too
fast
Vrsula
,
Remembring
the
Proverb
,
and
what
followes
;
We
should
march
slow
to
save
me
from
the
gallows
.
Exit
.
Enter
Cornari
with
a
Pistoll
and
a
rapier
.
Florelli
.
Cor.
You
have
had
your
time
of
pleasure
,
can
you
pray
?
Flo.
Pray
,
what
do
you
mean
Signior
.
Cor.
The
Lady
whom
you
have
enjoy'd
,
commanded
I
should
present
one
of
these
two
,
or
both
In
token
of
her
gratitude
.
Flo.
This
cannot
Be
earnest
sir
.
Cor.
These
are
the
Jewells
Which
you
must
wear
sir
next
your
heart
:
how
de'e
Affect
the
lustre
of
this
toy
?
'tis
bright
,
But
here's
a
thing
will
sparkle
.
Flo.
I
am
lost
.
Is
this
the
promise
of
my
safety
?
Cor.
Yes
,
This
will
secure
all
,
thou
dull
Ilander
,
'Cause
you
can
dance
,
and
vault
upon
a
hobbihorse
,
De'e
think
to
mount
Madonas
here
,
and
not
Pay
for
the
sweet
Carreere
.
Fool
,
to
thy
prayers
,
For
when
these
messengers
salute
thy
heart
,
Thy
soul
shall
find
,
I'm
an
Italian
,
And
wo'not
trust
a
life
to
him
,
whose
tongue
Commands
my
honor
.
Flo.
Art
a
Christian
?
Cor.
As
much
as
comes
to
a
Venetians
faith
,
That
believes
no
man
is
more
to
fit
die
Then
he
,
that
has
been
capering
with
my
wife
.
Flo.
Ye
cannot
fir
forget
I
was
betrai'd
,
Awake
thy
conscience
,
and
let
that
answer
I
have
obey'd
a
dire
necessity
,
And
was
brought
hither
by
a
stratagem
.
Cor.
'Tis
all
one
Signior
;
I
presume
you
gave
Consent
to
the
deere
matter
of
delight
,
Which
is
not
held
convenient
you
should
talk
of
.
Flo.
Hold
.
Cor.
Hope
not
to
breath
ten
minutes
,
gather
up
Those
thoughts
you
would
have
wait
upon
you
to
Another
world
.
Flo.
Then
'tis
high
time
to
think
Of
other
matters
,
though
you
have
cruelly
Resolv'd
there
is
no
safety
for
your
fame
,
To
let
me
still
be
numbred
with
the
living
.
(
Which
if
your
scattered
reason
were
collected
,
I
could
refute
,
)
but
I'le
not
hope
it
now
,
)
Since
most
ignobly
'gainst
the
rules
of
honor
,
And
faith
already
forfeit
,
you
will
make
This
undefenced
pile
your
sacrifice
,
Yet
do
not
kill
me
twice
.
Cor.
Twice
?
Flo.
Such
a
rage
Were
infinite
;
practise
not
cruelty
Upon
my
second
life
,
by
murdering
my
Eternity
,
allow
to
my
last
breath
,
Leave
to
discharge
the
weight
of
many
sinnes
Into
the
bosome
of
some
confessor
.
Cor.
This
may
be
granted
,
'tis
not
much
unreasonable
.
Flo.
Your
charity
will
think
it
fit
to
allow
Some
minutes
to
collect
my self
.
Cor.
To
shew
My
design
has
no
malice
in't
,
i'le
do
Your
soul
that
office
,
though
our
bodies
must
not
Enjoy
this
aire
together
many
howrs
.
I'le
send
one
to
you
.
Exit
.
Flo.
The
innocence
of
a
Saint
,
Wod
not
secure
his
life
from
an
Italian
When
his
revenge
is
fixt
.
In
what
black
hour
Did
I
salute
the
world
,
that
I
am
thrown
Upon
so
hard
a
fate
?
it
is
not
fit
To
expostulate
with
heaven
,
or
I
could
say
Something
in
my
defence
,
(
as
I
am
man
)
To
keep
this
mighty
rock
from
falling
on
me
,
My
tutelar
Angell
be
at
counsell
with
My
thoughts
,
and
if
there
be
a
path
of
safety
Direct
my
trembling
steps
to
find
,
and
tast
it
.
Enter
Cornari
in
a
Friers
habit
.
Has
kept
his
word
,
and
'tis
no
time
to
trifle
,
As
y'are
a
Priest
,
and
by
that
sacred
order
And
scapular
you
wear
,
not
onely
hear
me
But
use
your
pious
art
to
save
from
ruine
A
man
condemn'd
for
that
which
heaven
and
you
Call
vertue
,
for
not
doing
a
black
deed
Would
damn
three
soules
at
once
,
&
if
your
power
Cannot
prevail
for
mercy
to
my
life
,
I
challenge
you
when
I
am
dead
,
to
be
A
witnesse
of
my
innocence
.
Cor.
This
has
No
shape
of
a
confession
.
Flo.
Nor
do
I
Under
that
holy
seal
discourse
a
story
,
Yet
Father
I
must
throw
my self
upon
Your
Charity
.
Know
therefore
I
am
betraid
,
And
by
the
plot
of
him
that
owes
this
Palace
(
Whose
name
is
never
like
to
meet
my
knowledge
)
Snatch'd
up
,
one
fatall
evening
,
and
forc'd
hither
By
some
dark
ministers
he
had
employ'd
(
I
know
not
which
way
)
to
this
fatall
chamber
.
I
shudder
but
to
name
what
impious
act
Against
his
own
,
and
his
dear
Ladies
honor
He
had
design'd
for
me
;
Her
chaster
soul
Should
have
been
stain'd
,
in
his
distrust
of
heaven
,
To
blesse
him
with
an
heir
,
and
her
white
treasure
,
By
me
a
stranger
rifled
,
had
not
providence
.
Chain'd
up
our
blood
,
so
that
the
hours
he
gave
To
serve
his
black
ambition
,
and
our
lust
,
We
onely
spent
in
prayers
for
his
conversion
.
Cor.
Ha
.
Flo.
This
yet
he
knowes
not
,
and
it
is
not
safe
To
appear
in
our
own
vertue
,
since
the
justice
We
did
our
peace
,
in
crossing
his
expectance
May
improve
his
rage
to
both
our
ruines
.
This
Sad
story
frights
you
,
there
is
horror
in't
,
But
'tis
an
hour
,
the
last
,
without
some
miracle
To
rescue
me
(
a
man
disarm'd
)
from
violence
,
Nor
dare
I
mock
heaven
now
,
or
hang
upon
My
soul
the
burden
of
a
lie
,
when
tis
Taking
her
last
eternall
flight
,
It
is
not
A
fear
to
dye
afflicts
me
,
with
my
faith
And
innocence
about
me
;
I
have
look'd
Death
in
the
face
,
and
be
it
thought
no
boast
To
say
,
I
have
taught
others
by
example
To
march
up
to
the
ugliest
face
of
danger
.
But
to
die
thus
dishonorably
,
to
be
Sent
out
o'th
world
i'th
dark
,
without
a
name
Or
any
account
to
those
,
to
whom
I
owe
My
blood
,
and
birth
?
persons
that
carry
names
Of
honor
in
my
Country
?
This
doth
stagger
me
To
quit
my
life
,
and
may
excuse
my
addresse
To
you
,
who
have
Authority
from
heaven
To
take
his
fury
off
,
whom
otherwise
I
expect
my
violent
executioner
.
I
have
some
tremblings
for
his
Lady
,
whose
Most
holy
tears
,
stream'd
through
my
soul
compassion
,
And
charm'd
my
blood
,
tears
,
if
he
durst
have
patience
Were
powerfull
enough
to
beg
from
heaven
That
blessing
which
he
fondly
thinks
to
hasten
.
With
losse
of
his
eternity
.
Cor.
No
more
.
Exit
Conrari
hastily
,
having
thrown
off
the
habit
Enter
again
with
Claudiana
.
Forgive
me
,
oh
forgive
me
Claudiana
,
And
if
my
sin
of
forcing
thy
obedience
Beyond
the
rules
of
honor
,
and
of
marriage
Have
not
quite
murd'red
thy
affection
;
Wish
me
a
little
life
for
my
repentance
.
Cl.
I
joy
to
hear
this
from
you
.
Fl.
There's
work
within
me
,
and
so
deep
a
sense
Of
my
own
shame
and
sorrow
,
that
I
feel
My
heart
already
weeping
out
a
bath
To
make
thee
white
agen
.
Cla.
Sir
,
in
what
best
I
understand
,
I
must
ask
you
forgivenesse
.
Cor.
Ha
mine
,
for
what
,
betraying
thee
to
darknesse
?
Cla.
For
disobeying
your
command
.
Cor.
Thou
didst
The
impious
act
by
my
design
,
which
takes
Thy
guilt
away
,
and
spreads
the
leprosie
Upon
my self
.
Cla.
Although
you
kill
me
sir
,
I
must
remove
the
cloud
,
and
let
you
see
Me
as
I
am
,
not
chang'd
from
my
first
innocence
.
Cor.
Possible
?
Cl.
Most
easie
,
where
there
is
A
chast
resolve
,
and
I
must
tell
you
sir
,
Although
I
wanted
courage
to
oppose
Your
passion
,
when
your
reason
,
and
religion
Were
under
violence
of
your
will
,
my
heart
Resolv'd
to
try
my
own
defence
,
and
rather
Then
yeeld
my self
a
shamefull
spoile
to
lust
,
By
my
own
death
to
quit
my
name
from
scandall
;
But
providence
determin'd
better
for
me
,
And
made
me
worth
a
strangers
piety
,
Whom
your
chice
meant
the
ruine
of
my
honor
;
If
this
want
entertainment
in
your
faith
,
'Tis
peace
to
my
poor
heart
that
I
have
many
White
witnesses
in
Heaven
.
Cor.
You
have
done
no
feats
then
?
My
wife
is
chast
.
Flo.
I
cannot
sir
engage
My
last
breath
to
a
nobler
truth
.
Cor.
'Tis
so
—
Ex.
Cla.
You
may
withdraw
Claudiana
;
by
what
Has
been
exprest
,
though
I
am
satisfied
,
You
are
not
guilty
in
the
fact
,
as
I
Expected
,
'tis
not
safe
,
when
I
consider
My
own
fame
in
the
story
,
that
you
live
sir
.
I
must
not
trust
you
longer
with
a
secret
That
by
my
tamenesse
may
hereafter
spread
The
infamy
abroad
:
there's
no
avoiding
—
Flo.
Then
I
must
die
.
Cor.
Perhaps
you
have
some
hope
This
engine
may
deceive
me
,
and
my
fortune
Not
coming
better
arm'd
,
give
you
the
advantage
To
use
your
strength
,
upon
my
single
person
!
I
know
you
are
active
,
but
i'le
make
sure
work
.
Ex.
Flo.
Till
now
I
did
not
reach
the
precipice
.
My
heart
would
mutinie
,
but
my
hands
are
naked
,
And
can
do
nothing
.
Enter
Cornari
with
Bravos
arm'd
.
A
knot
of
murderers
!
arme
me
with
a
sword
,
And
let
me
die
fighting
against
you
all
.
I'le
say
y'are
noble
hangmen
,
and
not
throw
One
curse
among
you
.
Cor.
I've
one
word
to
say
sir
.
Let
none
approach
,
The
fatall
doom
I
threatned
is
revers'd
;
Throw
off
your
wonder
,
and
believe
you
may
Live
long
,
if
not
in
Venice
,
and
your
safety
Is
more
confirm'd
at
Distance
,
you
are
noble
,
An
honor
to
your
nation
.
Here
is
gold
,
I
know
not
how
you
may
be
furnished
sir
For
travell
hence
,
bills
of
exchange
may
fail
.
These
will
defray
a
present
charge
;
betray
No
wonder
,
take
it
.
Flo.
I'le
accept
your
bounty
,
And
will
not
ask
to
whom
I
owe
all
this
,
Forgive
me
that
.
I
thought
you
not
so
honorable
.
So
when
you
please
,
i'le
take
my
leave
.
Cor.
Not
yet
.
By
such
attendants
ss
you
came
to
me
,
I
have
provided
sir
for
your
departure
.
Your
duties
gentlemen
.
You
know
my
purpose
.
The
Bravos
blind
him
,
and
bind
him
as
before
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Claudiana
.
Cor.
Resume
thy
place
within
my
soul
Claudiana
,
When
I
have
done
my
sorrow
for
what's
past
Weel
smile
,
and
kisse
for
ever
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
a
Servant
.
Ser.
A
letter
sir
.
Cor.
From
whence
?
Ser.
Your
Nephew
now
a
Prisoner
.
Cor.
Let
him
rot
,
and
give
'em
back
the
paperkite
.
Ser.
The
messenger
is
gone
.
Cor.
Then
he
expects
no
answer
.
[
Cor.
ready
]
Cla.
You
may
read
it
.
Cor.
Sir
,
I
send
not
to
you
for
reliefe
,
nor
to
Mediate
my
pardon
.
I
have
not
liv'd
after
The
rate
to
deserve
your
bread
to
feed
me
,
Nor
your
breath
to
save
me
.
I
onely
beg
That
you
would
put
me
into
your
prayers
,
And
forgivenesse
,
and
believe
,
I
do
not
wish
life
,
But
to
redeem
my self
from
past
impieties
,
And
satisfie
by
a
repentance
the
dishonors
Have
beene
done
to
you
,
by
the
worst
of
men
.
Malipiero
.
This
is
not
his
usuall
stile
.
Cla.
This
miracle
may
be
.
Cor.
I
do
want
faith
.
Cla.
And
sent
a
blessing
to
reward
our
penitence
.
Heaven
has
a
spacious
charity
.
Cor.
Thou
art
all
goodnesse
.
Ex.
Enter
the
Bravos
,
they
lay
him
down
,
and
Exeunts
Florelli
recovers
.
Flo.
Sure
this
is
gold
.
Enter
3.
gentlemen
.
Omnes
.
Florelli
.
Flo.
The
same
.
1.
Thy
looks
are
wild
.
2.
Where
in
the
name
of
wonder
hast
thou
been
.
Flo.
I
am
drop'd
from
the
Moon
.
3.
The
Moon
.
Flo.
I
was
snatch'd
up
in
a
whirlwind
,
And
din'd
and
sup'd
at
Cynthia's
own
table
,
Where
I
drank
all
your
healths
in
Nectar
gentlemen
,
Do
yee
want
money
?
if
you
have
a
mind
To
return
viceroyes
,
let's
take
shipping
instantly
.
1.
And
whither
then
?
Flo.
For
new
discoveries
,
A
cloud
will
take
us
up
at
Sea
.
2.
'Tis
morning
.
Flo.
To
drink
,
and
then
aboord
,
no
matter
whither
I'le
keep
this
for
a
monument
.
3.
That
bag
?
Flo.
Do
not
profane
it
,
'twas
Endimions
pillow
Stuffd
with
horne
shavings
of
the
Moon
,
it
had
The
vertue
when
she
clap'd
it
ore
my
head
To
bring
me
thence
invisible
through
the
air
;
The
moon
does
mobble
up
her self
sometime
in't
.
Where
she
will
shew
a
quarter
face
,
and
was
The
first
that
wore
a
black
bag
.
1.
But
dost
hear
?
Flo.
No
inquisitions
if
you
will
leave
Venice
.
Let's
drink
and
spoon
away
with
the
next
vessell
.
A
hundred
leagues
hence
,
I
may
tell
you
wonders
.
Here
is
a
chime
to
make
Ring
Oberon
Queen
Mab
,
and
all
her
fayries
turn
o'th
toe
boyes
.
2.
Hee's
mad
I
think
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Vrsula
,
Roberto
,
Giovanni
.
Vrs.
I
could
not
sleep
all
this
night
for
dreaming
,
O'my
poor
suckling
.
Ro.
peace
I
say
and
wait
In
silence
Vrsula
.
Gio.
You
may
excuse
me
yet
.
I
wo'd
not
see
his
excellence
.
Vrs.
'Tis
not
my
meaning
boy
,
thou
shouldst
appear
Unlesse
there
be
necessity
,
you
may
stay
,
ith'e
next
Chamber
.
Enter
a
Courtier
.
Vrs.
I
beseech
you
Signior
,
is
this
grace
coming
forth
.
Cor.
Not
yet
.
Vrs.
I
have
an
humble
sute
,
I
must
deliver
A
paper
to
his
graces
own
hand
,
I
hope
his
grace
can
read
.
Ex.
Cl.
Ro.
Why
how
now
bagpiper
.
Vrs.
Nay
,
theres
no
harm
in't
what
if
he
can
,
You
will
be
talking
,
did
not
I
say
I
would
speak
all
my self
.
Ro.
But
Vrs
.
what
do
you
think
now
will
become
on's
When
you
have
told
your
tale
,
though
I
am
innocent
.
It
will
be
no
great
credit
,
nor
much
comfort
To
see
you
whipt
my
Vrsula
,
I
would
Be
sorry
for
my
part
to
peep
through
a
Pillory
And
have
an
even
reckoning
with
my
ears
,
Having
no
more
hair
to
keep
warm
,
and
hide
The
poor
concavities
.
Vrs.
Never
fear
it
husband
.
Ro.
I
will
so
curse
you
Vrsula
,
and
once
A
day
,
bind
your
body
to
a
pear
tree
,
And
thrash
your
hanches
till
you
stink
agen
;
For
ought
I
know
thou
hast
committed
treason
,
Look
to't
,
and
bring
me
off
with
all
my
quarters
If
I
be
maim'd
or
cropt
,
I'le
flea
thee
Vrsula
,
And
stuffe
thy
skin
with
straw
,
and
hang
thee
up
To
keep
the
fruit
from
Crowes
,
and
after
burn
it
.
To
kill
the
Caterpillars
,
come
,
be
wise
in
time
,
And
let
Thomazo
quietly
be
hang'd
,
Or
headed
yet
,
and
talk
no
more
,
he
is
But
one
,
and
has
a
young
neck
to
endure
it
.
We
are
old
,
and
sha'not
shew
with
half
the
grace
Without
our
heads
,
'twill
be
a
goodly
sight
To
see
our
faces
grin
upon
two
poles
,
To
tell
the
gaping
world
how
we
came
thither
To
perch
,
and
stink
in
unity
,
be
wise
,
And
leave
Thomazo
to
the
Law
.
Vrs.
Can
you
be
so
uncharitable
,
oh
Tyrant
!
Enter
Duke
,
Marino
.
May
it
please
your
excellence
,
my
husband
and
My self
.
Ro.
She
has
put
me
in
already
.
Vrs.
Humbly
beseech
a
pardon
for
our
son
.
Du.
Your
son
Giovanni
,
where
is
he
?
Vrs.
He
waites
in
the
next
Chamber
.
Du.
Call
him
in
.
What
is
the
fact
?
It
must
be
an
offence
next
treason
,
if
we
Deny
him
pardon
.
Ro.
I
fear
'tis
much
about
the
matter
.
Du.
What
is
the
fact
?
Enter
Giovanni
.
Vr.
We
do
beseech
you
grant
a
pardon
first
,
And
then
you
shall
know
all
.
Du.
That
were
preposterous
justice
.
Why
dost
thou
kneel
Giovanni
?
Gio.
To
beg
your
mercy
sir
To
him
,
for
whom
my
mother
kneeles
Du.
She
askes
thy
pardon
.
Gio.
Mine
?
Let
me
offend
first
.
Du.
Hee's
innocent
.
Vr.
No
matter
what
he
saies
,
my
husband
knowes
it
.
Ro.
Shee'l
make
sure
of
me
.
Vr.
And
if
your
highnesse
will
but
grant
the
pardon
,
Your
grace
shall
not
repent
,
but
thank
me
for
The
best
discovery
;
i'le
not
bribe
your
excellence
,
But
I
will
give
you
for
it
,
what
you'l
hold
As
pretious
as
your
Dukedome
.
Du.
The
old
woman
Raves
,
you
had
best
send
her
to
the
house
Of
the
insani
.
Ro.
So
shee's
to
be
whip'd
already
,
Du.
What
do
you
say
Roberto
!
Ro.
I
say
nothing
,
But
that
I
think
my
wife
will
hardly
mend
upon't
.
Du.
Upon
what
?
Ro.
On
whipping
,
if
it
like
your
highnesse
,
She
cannot
feel
those
small
corrections
.
I
have
taw'd
hunting
Poles
,
and
hemp
upon
her
,
And
yet
could
do
no
good
.
Ur.
Let
not
your
grace
mind
him
,
give
me
a
pardon
,
And
if
I
do
not
make
good
all
my
promise
,
You
shall
hang
my
husband
,
and
flea
me
alive
.
Du.
What's
that
paper
?
Ro.
Ge't
him
,
thou
shouldst
have
done
this
afore
.
I
am
prepar'd
,
more
bone
and
flesh
upon
me
If
the
businesse
come
to
hanging
,
were
a
curtesie
.
Urs.
Nay
'tis
there
in
black
and
white
,
you'l
find
it
.
Giovanni
is
your
son
,
that
was
the
Gardiner
,
And
he
that
is
in
prison
poor
Thomazo
My
lawfully
begotten
.
Du.
Chang'd
in
their
infancie
.
Urs.
And
since
conceal'd
out
of
ambition
To
see
my
own
a
great
man
.
Ro.
I
feel
the
knot
under
my
ear
.
Vr.
I
durst
not
trust
my
husband
.
Ro.
That
was
not
much
amisse
.
Vrs.
He
has
not
wit
enough
to
keep
my
secrets
.
Ro.
Oh
what
a
blessing
has
that
man
whose
wife
Knowes
when
to
hold
her
peace
.
Mar.
Sir
,
if
we
may
compare
their
tracts
of
life
,
I
shall
believe
your
noblenesse
liv'd
there
In
Giovanni
,
not
supprest
in
poverty
,
And
their
rude
course
condition
,
notwithstanding
The
helpes
of
Education
,
which
seldome
Do
correct
nature
in
Thomazo's
low
And
abject
spirit
.
Du.
I'me
too
full
,
I
must
Disperse
my
swelling
joyes
or
be
dissolv'd
,
Summon
our
friends
,
invite
Bellaura
hither
.
Art
thou
my
son
?
Gio.
I
would
I
were
so
blest
.
Iow'd
you
duty
sir
before
,
and
now
My
knees
encline
with
double
force
to
humble
The
doubtfull
Giovanni
.
Du.
Let
that
name
Be
lost
,
take
all
my
blessings
in
Thomazo
.
Vrs.
What
think
you
of
this
Roberto
.
Ro.
Why
?
I
think
The
Duke
is
mad
,
and
when
he
finds
his
wits
Hee'l
hang
us
both
yet
.
Du.
Now
I
find
the
reason
.
And
secret
of
my
nature
:
but
tell
me
What
after
so
long
silence
,
made
you
now
Open
the
cloud
that
had
conceal'd
my
son
?
Ro.
I
know
not
sir
—
now
Ursula
.
Vr.
The
weaknesse
of
a
woman
,
and
a
mother
That
would
be
loath
to
see
her
naturall
child
Dye
like
a
bird
upon
a
bough
for
treason
,
Nature
will
work
,
a
mother
is
a
mother
,
And
your
son
,
by
the
opening
of
this
riddle
Restor'd
,
I
hope
all
shall
be
well
agen
.
Ro.
Would
I
were
fair
wash'd
,
yet
out
of
my
pickle
.
Vr.
What
think
you
now
?
Ro.
I
wish
,
I
wish
I
could
not
think
.
Enter
Senators
,
Cornari
.
Cor.
We
hear
of
wonders
sir
.
Du.
This
is
my
son
.
Cor.
With
our
most
glad
embraces
let
us
hold
you
.
Gio.
Ever
a
servant
to
your
gravities
.
Ro.
The
skie
clears
up
.
Enter
Bellaura
,
Marino
.
Du.
Bellaura
,
now
receive
not
Giovanni
,
But
Contarini's
son
my
deer
Thomazo
.
Bel.
My
heart
hath
wings
to
meet
him
.
Tho.
Oh
my
happinesse
!
Du.
Pause
a
little
.
Ro.
I
melt
agen
Vrsula
,
the
Duke
points
at
us
,
And
carries
fireworks
in
his
eyes
,
Du.
Though
we
did
grant
a
pardon
for
your
son
,
You
are
subject
to
the
censure
of
our
lawes
For
this
imposture
.
Ro.
I
knew't
would
come
,
now
telltale
,
will
you
beg
The
favour
we
may
hang
till
we
be
dead
?
Sweet
Giovanni
Thomazo
speak
for
us
,
Not
guilty
my
Lord
,
I
am
not
guilty
,
Spare
me
,
and
let
my
wife
be
burn'd
or
hang'd
,
Or
drown'd
,
or
any
thing
you
shall
think
fit
,
You
shall
find
me
reasonable
,
Who
shall
beg
our
pardon
?
Vr.
Mercy
oh
mercy
.
Tho.
Let
me
beseech
you
for
their
pardon
sir
.
They
alwaies
us'd
me
civilly
.
Bel.
Let
me
joine
.
Sen.
And
all
of
us
,
this
is
a
day
of
triumph
.
Du.
It
shall
be
so
.
Ro.
A
Jubile
,
a
Jubile
,
here
comes
Thomazo
,
I
shall
speak
treason
presently
.
Vrs.
Now
heaven
preserve
your
sweet
graces
.
Enter
Thomazo
,
Malipiero
.
Gio.
Mercy
,
oh
mercy
,
my
indulgent
father
.
Vrs.
Art
thou
come
boy
?
Gio.
Boy
?
stand
away
good
woman
.
Vrs.
I
have
procur'd
thy
pardon
,
mary
have
I
child
.
Gio.
I
wo'd
'twere
true
,
thou
wert
ever
a
loving
Crone
.
Ro.
You
may
believe
her
son
.
Gio.
Son
,
the
old
fellow's
mad
.
Urs.
I
say
thou
art
pardon'd
,
You
must
kneel
to
me
now
,
and
this
good
Old
man
,
and
ask
us
blessing
.
Mar.
Your
name
is
prov'd
Giovanni
now
,
the
Duke
Has
found
another
son
.
Gio.
What
shall
become
of
me
?
Du.
You
shall
be
onely
punish'd
to
return
,
And
dig
as
he
hath
done
,
and
change
your
name
To
Giovanni
,
nature
was
not
willing
You
should
forget
your
trade
,
where's
my
Thomazo
?
Gio.
Are
you
my
father
?
Ro.
So
my
wife
assures
me
.
Gio.
Are
you
my
mother
?
Vrs.
I
my
deere
child
.
Gio.
And
you
Signior
Thomazo
,
that
was
I
?
Tho.
And
you
Giovanni
with
the
inside
outward
Gio.
And
must
I
be
a
Gardiner
?
I
am
glad
on't
.
Pray
give
me
a
couple
of
blessings
,
and
a
spade
,
And
fico
for
this
frippery
.
I'le
thank
My
destiny
that
has
yet
kept
my
thread
To
a
better
use
then
hanging
.
Corn.
Let
nothing
Of
punishment
profane
this
day
,
I
must
Implore
your
mercy
upon
this
young
man
,
Whose
future
life
may
recompence
his
past
Impieties
,
and
make
him
serviceable
To
honor
and
good
men
.
Du.
You
shew
with
charity
,
If
I
have
heard
a
truth
in
some
sad
stories
,
Hee's
yours
and
pardon'd
.
Ma.
Y'are
a
miracle
Of
goodnesse
,
'tis
too
much
to
look
upon
,
Whom
I
have
with
such
impudence
offended
.
Command
me
sir
abroad
untill
by
some
Years
well
emploid
,
a
pennance
for
my
crimes
I
may
be
thought
one
worthy
to
be
own'd
Your
Kinsman
.
Du.
Agen
,
welcome
my
Thomazo
,
My
dearest
pledge
,
till
now
I
was
no
father
;
In
him
,
the
want
of
hope
my
thoughts
opprest
,
In
thee
my
fortunes
,
and
my
name
are
blest
.
Exeunt
.