Grim. Soranzo! what, mine enemy? is it he? Rich. Is he your enemy? Grim. The man I hate Worse than confusion; I will tell him straight.— Rich. Nay, then take my advice, Even for his grace's sake the cardinal ; I'll find a time when he and she do meet, Of which I'll give you notice; and, to be sure Doubt not in aught.-[Exit GRIM.]-Thus shall the fates decree, By me Soranzo falls, that ruin'd me." SCENE IV. Another Part of the Street. [Exeunt. Enter DONADO, "it a Letter, BERGETTO, and POGGIO. Don. Well, sir, I must be content to be both your secretary and your messenger myself. I cannot tell what this letter may work; but, as 6 Grim. Soranzo! what, mine enemy? It is strange that this should appear a new discovery to Grimaldi, when he had been fully apprized of it in the rencontre with Vasques in the first act. It is not often, however, that Ford thus wholly forgets himself. In the next line there is apparently some slight error: "I'll tell him straight," should probably be, "I'll to him straight." that ruin'd me.] The old copy 7 "that reads-" sure as I am alive, if thou come once to talk with her, I fear thou wilt mar whatsoever I make. Ber. You make, uncle! why am not I big enough to carry mine own letter, I pray? Don. Ay, ay, carry a fool's head of thy own! why, thou dunce, would'st thou write a letter, and carry it thyself? Ber. Yes, that I would, and read it to her with mine own mouth; for you must think, if she will not believe me myself when she hears me speak, she will not believe another's hand-writing. Oh, you think I am a blockhead, uncle. No, sir, Poggio knows I have indited a letter myself; so I have. Pog. Yes truly, sir, I have it in my pocket. Don. A sweet one, no doubt; pray let's see it. Ber. I cannot read my own hand very well, Poggio; read it, Poggio. Don. Begin. Pog. [reads] Most dainty and honey-sweet mistress, I could call you fair, and lie as fast as any that loves you; but my uncle being the elder man, I leave it to him, as more fit for his age, and the colour of his beard. I am wise enough to tell you I can bourd where I see occasion; or if you like my min'd me." What a detestable set of characters has Ford here sharked up for the exercise of his fine talents! With the exception of poor Bergetto and his uncle, most of the rest seem contending which of them shall prove worthiest of the wheel and the gibbet. 8 I can bourd where I see occasion,] i. e. jest; see Jonson, vol. iv. p. 222. In the old spelling, this word is frequently confounded with board, which, as Sir Toby truly says, meant to accost. The uncle's wit better than mine, you shall marry me; if you like mine better than his, I will marry you, in spite of your teeth. So commending my best parts to you, I rest Yours, upwards and downwards, or you may choose. Ber. Ah, ha! here's stuff, uncle! BERGETTO. Don. Here's stuff indeed-to shame us all. Pray whose advice did you take in this learned letter? Pog. None, upon my word, but mine own. Ber. And mine, uncle, believe it, nobody's else; 'twas mine own brain, I thank a good wit for't. Don. Get you home, sir, and look you keep within doors till I return. Ber. How? that were a jest indeed! I scorn it, i'faith. Don. What! you do not? Ber. Judge me, but I do now. Pog. Indeed, sir, 'tis very unhealthy. Don. Well, sir, if I hear any of your apish running to motions' and fopperies, till I come back, you were as good not; look to't. [Exit. Ber. Poggio, shall's steal to see this horse with the head in's tail? Pog. Ay, but you must take heed of whipping. Ber. Dost take me for a child, Poggio? Come, honest Poggio. [Exeunt. words in the text are borrowed from Nic. Bottom, confessedly a very facetious personage. 9 If I hear of your running to motions.] i. e. to puppet-shews; see Jonson, vol. ii. p. 7. SCENE V. FRIAR BONAVENTURA'S Cell. Enter FRIAR and GIOVANNI. Friar. Peace! thou hast told a tale, whose every word Threatens eternal slaughter to the soul; I'm sorry I have heard it: would mine ears Had been one minute deaf, before the hour That thou cam'st to me! O young man, cast away, By the religious number of mine order,' By the religious number of mine order.] A misprint, probably, for founder; but I have changed nothing. Thou art a man remark'd to taste a mischief.] i. e. marked out to experience some fearful evil: in this sense the word mischief is sometimes used by our old writers. Virtue itself is reason but refined, And love the quintessence of that: this proves Is rarely virtuous; chiefly in her love, Friar. O ignorance in knowledge! long ago, Gio. Your age o'errules you; had you youth like mine, You'd make her love your heaven, and her divine. Friar. Nay, then I see thou'rt too far sold to hell: It lies not in the compass of my prayers To call thee back, yet let me counsel thee; Gio. Marriage? why that's to damn her; that's to prove Her greedy of variety of lust. Friar. O fearful! if thou wilt not, give me leave To shrive her, lest she should die unabsolv'd. Gio. At your best leisure, father: then she'll tell you, |