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Mart. Come, come, to the point.
Lev. All the curses

Due to a ravisher of sober truth,
Dam up their graceless mouths!
Mart. Now you turn rampant,

Just in the wenches' trim and garb: these prayers
Speak your devotions purely.

Lev. Sir, alas!

[Weeps.
What would you have me do? I have no orators,
More than my tears, to plead my innocence,
Since you forsake me, and are pleas'd to lend
An open ear against my honest fame.

Would all their spite could harry1 my contents
Unto a desperate ruin! Oh, dear goodness!
There is a right for wrongs.

Mart. There is; but first

Sit in commission on your own defects,
Accuse yourself; be your own jury, judge,
And executioner; I make no sport

Of my vexation.

Lev. All the short remains

Of undesired life shall only speak

The extremity of penance; your opinion
Enjoins it too.

Mart. Enough; thy tears prevail
Against credulity.

Lev. My miseries,

As in a glass, present me the rent face

Of an unguided youth.

Mart. No more.

Enter TRELCATIO with an open letter.

Trelcatio!

Some business speeds you hither.

Trel. Happy news

Signor Martino, pray your ear; my nephew,
Auria, hath done brave service: and I hear-

1 Could harry my contents,] i. e. worry, torment, drive by violence, &c.-GIFFORD.

Let's be exceeding private-is return'd

High in the duke of Florence's respects;

"T is said, but make no words-that he has firk'd And mumbled the rogue Turks.

Mart. Why would you have

His merits so unknown?

Trel. I am not yet

Confirm'd at full-withdraw,

All what this paper talks.

Mart. So!-Levidolche,

and you

shall read

You know our mind, be cheerful.-Come, Trelca

tio,

Causes of joy or grief do seldom happen
Without companions near; thy resolutions
Have given another birth to my contents.

[Exeunt MART. and TREL. Lev. Even so, wise uncle! much good do ye.Discover'd!

I could fly out, mix vengeance with my love—
Unworthy man, Malfato!-my good lord,

My hot in blood, rare lord, grows cold too! well,
Rise dotage into rage, and sleep no longer;
Affection turn'd to hatred threatens mischief. [Exit.

SCENE III.

An Apartment in ADURNI's House.

Enter PIERO, AMORETTA, FUTELLI, and CASTANNA. Piero. In the next gallery you may behold Such living pictures, lady, such rich pieces, Of kings, and queens, and princes, that you'd think

They breathe and smile upon you.

Amor. Ha they crownths,

Great crownths oth gold upon their headths?
Piero. Pure gold;

Drawn all in state.

Amor. How many horthes, pray,

Are ith their chariots?

Piero. Sixteen, some twenty.

Cast. My sister! wherefore left we her alone? Where stays she, gentlemen?

Fut. Viewing the rooms;

'Tis like you'll meet her in the gallery:

This house is full of curiosities,

Most fit for ladies' sights.

Amor. Yeth, yeth, the thight

Of printhethes ith a fine thight.
Cast. Good, let us find her.

Piero. Sweet ladies, this way; see the doors sure.

Fut. Doubt not.

[Aside to FUT.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Another Room in the same.-A Banquet set out.

Enter ADURNI and SPINELLA.-A Song within.
Pleasures, beauty, youth attend ye,
While the spring of nature lasteth;
Love and melting thoughts [befriend] ye,
Use the time, ere winter hasteth.
Active blood, and free delight,

Place and privacy invite.

Do, do! be kind as fair.

Lose not opportunity for air.

Adur. Plead not, fair creature, without sense of pity,

So incompassionately 'gainst a service,

In nothing faulty more than pure obedience:
My honours and my fortunes are led captives
In triumph, by your all-commanding beauty;
And if you ever felt the power of love,
The rigour of an uncontrolled passion,

The tyranny of thoughts, consider mine,

In some proportion, by the strength of yours;
Thus may you yield and conquer.
Spin. Do not study,

My lord, to apparel folly in the weed

Of costly colours; henceforth cast off far,
Far from your noblest nature, the contempt
Of goodness, and be gentler to your fame,
By purchase of a life to grace your story.
Adur. Dear, how sweetly

Reproof drops from that balmy spring your breath!
Now could I read a lecture of my griefs,
Unearth a mine of jewels at your foot,
Command a golden shower to reign down,
Impoverish every kingdom of the East,

Which traffics richest clothes and silks, would you

Vouchsafe one unspleen'd chiding to my riot:
Else such a sacrifice can but beget

Suspicion of returns to my devotion,

In mercenary blessings; for that saint
To whom I vow myself, must never want
Fit offerings to her altar.

Spin. Auria, Auria,

Fight not for name abroad; but come, my hus

band,

Fight for thy wife at home!

Adur. Oh, never rank,

Dear cruelty, one that is sworn your creature,

Among your country's enemies; I use

No force, but humble words, deliver'd from

A tongue that's secretary to my heart.

Spin. How poorly some, tame to their wild de

sires,

Fawn on abuse of virtue! pray, my lord,

Make not your house my prison.

Adur. Grant a freedom

To him who is the bondman to your beauty.

[A noise within, and the door is forced.

Enter AURELIO, followed by CASTANNA, AMORETTA, FUTELLI and PIERO.

Aurel. Keep back, ye close contrivers of false pleasures,

Or I shall force ye back.-Can it be possible?
Lock'd up and singly too! chaste hospitality!
A banquet in a bedchamber! Adurni,
Dishonourable man!

Adur. What sees this rudeness
That can broach scandal here?
Aurel. For you hereafter.-

Oh, woman, lost to every brave report,
Thy wronged Auria is come home with glory!
Prepare a welcome to uncrown the greatness
Of his prevailing fates.

Spin. Whiles you, belike,

Are furnished with some news for entertainment, Which must become your friendship, to be knit More fast betwixt your souls, by my removal, Both from his heart and memory!

Adur. Rich conquest,

To triumph on a lady's injured fame,
Without a proof or warrant!

Fut. Have I life, sir?

Faith? Christianity?

Piero. Put me on the rack,

The wheel, or the galleys, if

Aurel. Peace, factors

In merchandise of scorn! your sounds are deadly. Castanna, I could pity your consent

To such ignoble practice: but I find

Coarse fortunes easily seduced, and herein

All claim to goodness ceases.

Cast. Use your tyranny.

Spin. What rests behind for me? out with it!
Aurel. Horror,

Becoming such a forfeit of obedience;

Hope not that any falsity in friendship

Can palliate a broken faith, it dares not.

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