Her sickness is a fulness of her blood- Flo. I do; you counsel well; And once, within these few days, will so order it, That were dishonour. Flo. Master doctor, no; I will not do so neither: in plain words, Rich. A noble and a virtuous gentleman. Rich. You have plotted wisely. Flo. I'll send one straight to speak with him to-night. Rich. Soranzo's wise; he will delay no time. Flo. It shall be so. Enter FRIAR and GIOVANNI. Friar. Good peace be here, and love! Flo. Welcome, religious friar; you are one That still bring blessing to the place you come to. Gio. Sir, with what speed I could, I did my` best To draw this holy man from forth his cell, To visit my sick sister; that with words Of ghostly comfort, in this time of need, He might absolve her, whether she live or die. Flo. 'Twas well done, Giovanni; thou herein Hast show'd a Christian's care, a brother's love: Come, father, I'll conduct you to her chamber, And one thing would entreat you. Friar. Say on, sir. Flo. I have a father's dear impression, And wish, before I fall into my grave, That I might see her married, as 'tis fit; A word from you, grave man, will win her more Than all our best persuasions. Friar. Gentle sir, All this I'll say, that Heaven may prosper her. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Room in RICHARDETTO's House. Enter GRIMALDI. Grim. Now if the doctor keep his word, So ranzo, Twenty to one you miss your bride. I know A soldier's valour; but in terms of love, Play not on both hands, then Soranzo falls. Enter RICHARDETTO. Rich. You are come as I could wish; this very night Soranzo, 'tis ordain'd, must be affied To Annabella, and, for aught I know, Grim. How! Rich. Yet your patience; The place, 'tis friar Bonaventure's cell. Rich. Here 'tis, in this box; Doubt nothing, this will do't; in any case, Rich. Do.--Away; for 'tis not safe You should be seen much here,-ever my love! Grim. And mine to you. [Exit. Rich. So if this hit, I'll laugh and hug re venge; And they that now dream of a wedding-feast, May chance to mourn the lusty bridegroom's ruin: But to my other business-niece Philotis ! Phi. Uncle. Enter PHILOTIS. Rich. My lovely niece, You have bethought you ? Phi. Yes,—and, as you counsell'd, Fashion'd my heart to love him; but he swears He will to-night be married; for he fears His uncle else, if he should know the drift, Will hinder all, and call his coz to shrift. Rich. To-night? why best of all; but let me see, I-ha!—yes, so it shall be; in disguise We'll early to the friar's-I have thought on't. Enter BERGETTO and POGGIO. Rich. Welcome, my worthy coz. Ber. Lass, pretty lass, come buss, lass! A-ha, Poggio! Rich. There's hope of this yet." [Kisses her. [Aside. You shall have time enough; withdraw a little, We must confer at large. Ber. Have you not sweetmeats, or dainty devices for me? Phi. You shall [have] enough, sweetheart. Ber. Sweetheart! mark that, Poggio. By my troth I cannot choose but kiss thee once more for that word, sweetheart. Poggio, I have a monstrous swelling about my stomach, whatsoever the matter be. Pog. You shall have physic for't, sir. Ber. Time's a blockhead. Rich. Be ruled; when we have done what's fit to do, Then you may kiss your fill, and bed her too. [Exeunt. 9 There's hope of this yet.] The 4to erroneously gives this hemistich to Philotis. If it be not a side-speech of the uncle, it must be considered as a continuation of poor Poggio's rapture at the condescension of his mistress. SCENE VI. FLORIO'S House. ANNABELLA's Chamber. A Table with Wax Lights; ANNABELLA at Confession before the FRIAR; she weeps and wrings her hands. Friar. I am glad to see this penance; for, be lieve me, You have unripp'd a soul so foul and guilty, The earth hath borne you up; but weep, weep on, Ann. Wretched creature! Friar. Ay, you are wretched, miserably wretch ed, Almost condemn'd alive. There is a place, A lightless sulphur, choak'd with smoky fogs Yet can he never die; there lies the wanton |