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Piero. Very fine,
I do protest, my lord.
Fut. Your lordship's ear
Shall share i' the plot.
Adur. As how ?
Piero. You know, my lord,
Young Amoretta, old Trelcatio's daughter;
An honest man, but poor.
Fut. And, my good lord,
He that is honest must be poor, my lord;
It is a common rule.
Pray, one at once-my knowledge is not much
Of her, instruct me.
Piero. Speak, Futelli.
Fut. Spare me.
Piero has the tongue more pregnant.
Piero. Nay, nay:
Adur. Well, keep your mirth, my dainty honeys;
Some two days hence, till when-
Piero. By any means, Partake the sport, my lord; this thing of youthFut. Handsome enough, good face, quick eye, well
Piero. Is yet possess'd so strangely-
Fut. With a humour
Of thinking she deserves-
Piero. A duke, a count,
At least a viscount, for her husband, that-
Fut. She scorns all mention of a match be-
One of the foresaid nobles; will not ride
In a caroch without eight horses.
She may be drawn to; four-
Fut. Are for the poor :
But for two horses in a coach-
Piero. She says,
They're not for creatures of Heaven's making;
Fut. Fitter for litters to convey hounds in,
Than people Christian: yet herself-
Walks evermore a-foot, and knows not whether
A coach doth trot or amble
Fut. But by hearsay.
Adur. Stop, gentlemen, you run a gallop both; Are out of breath sure : 't is a kind of compli
Scarce enter'd to the times; but certainly
You coin a humour; let me understand
Deliberately your fancy.
Piero. In plain troth,
My lord, the she whom we describe is such,
And lives here, here in Genoa, this city,
This very city, now, the very now,
Adur. Trelcatio's daughter?
Fut. Has refused suitors
Of worthy rank, substantial and free parts,
Only for that they are not dukes, or counts;
Yet she herself, with all her father's store,
Can hardly weigh above four hundred ducats.
Adur. Now, your design for sport?
Piero. Without prevention : Guzman, the Spaniard late cashier'd, most gravely Observes the full punctilios of his nation; And him have we beleaguer'd to accost This she-piece, under a pretence of being Grandee of Spain, and cousin to twelve princes.
Fut. For rival unto whom we have engaged
Fulgoso, the rich coxcomb lately started
A gentleman out of a sutler's hut,
In the late Flemish wars ; we have resolv'd
He is descended from Pantagruel,
Of famous memory, by the father's side,
And by the mother from dame Fusti-Bunga.
Of feeble undertakings. While my life
Çan stand in use, I shall no longer rate it
In value, than it stirs to pay that debt
I owe my country for my birth and fortunes.
Murt. Which to make good, our state of Genoa,
Not willing that a native of her own,
So able for her safety, should take pension
From any other prince, hath cast upon you
The government of Corsica.
Trel. Adds thereto,
Besides th' allowance yearly due, for ever,
To you and to your heirs, the full revenue
Belonging to Savona, with the office
Of admiral of Genoa.
By my hands, from their public treasury,
A thousand ducats.
Mart. But they limit only
One month of stay for your despatch; no more.
Fut. In all your great attempts, may you grow
Secure and prosperous !
Piero. If you please to rank,
Among the humblest, one that shall attend
Instructions under your command, I am
Ready to wait the charge.
Aur. Oh, still the state
Engageth me her creature, with the burthen
Unequal for my weakness: to you, gentlemen,
I will prove friendly honest; of all mindful.
Adur. In memory, my Lord (such is your style
now), Of your late fortunate exploits, the council, Among their general acts, have register'd The great duke's letters, witness of your merit, To stand in characters upon record. Aur. Load upon load! let not my want of
modesty Trespass against good manners; I must study
Aurel. Or that other private ends
Sift your retirements.
Fut. Under favour,
Signor Malfato, I am sent to crave
Your leisure, for a word or two in private.
Mal. To me!-Your mind.
Fut. This letter will inform ye.
[Gives him the letter.
Mal. Letter ? how's this? what's here?
Fut. Speak you to me, sir ?
Mal. Brave riddle! I'll endeavour to unfold it:
Aurel. How fares the lord Adurni ?
Fut. Sure in health, sir.
Aurel. He is a noble gentleman, withal
Happy in his endeavours : the general voice
Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,
And every fair demeanour, an example ;
Titles of honour add not to his worth,
Who is himself an honour to his titles.
Mal. You know from whence this comes ?
Fut. I do.
Mal. D'ye laugh!
But that I must consider such as spaniels
To those who feed and clothe them, I would print
Upon thy forehead thy foul errand :—there!
[Throws him the letter.
Bear back that paper to the hell from whence
It gave thee thy directions ! tell this lord,
He ventured on a foolish policy,
In aiming at the scandal of my blood;
The trick is childish, base,-say base.
Fut. You wrong him.
Aurel. Be wise, Malfato.
Mal. Say, I know this false one.
She who sent this temptation was wife
To his abused servant; and divorced
Tails in the size! a tympany of greatness
Puffs up too monstrously my narrow chest.
How surely dost thou malice these extremes,
Uncomfortable man! When I was needy,
Cast naked on the flats of barren pity,
Abated to an ebb so low, that boys
A-cockhorse frisk'd about me without plunge,
You could chat gravely then, in formal tones,
Reason most paradoxically; now,
Contempt and wilful grudge at my uprising
Becalms your learned noise.