Yet will the English think their own is nothing Ros. My lord, you have much eased me; I resolve. To speed for England. SCENE II. [Exeunt. The DUKE, BIANCA, FIORMONDA, and D'AVOLOS. Lilies and roses growing in thy cheeks. Could make my pleasures full without thy presence: Proud in a pair of jewels, rich and beautiful; A perfect friend, a wife above compare. Fern. Sir, if a man so low in rank may hope, By loyal duty and devoted zeal, To hold a correspondency in friendship To those deserts may give the style of servant. Hath made them mine ;-Philippo and Fernando 1 i. e. I command happiness. Bian. I shall, in best of love, Regard the bosom-partner of my lord. Duke. Sister! Fior. My lord and brother. Duke. You are too silent, Quicken your sad remembrance: though the loss Of your dead husband be of more account Fior. Should form, my lord, Prevail above affection? no, it cannot. You have yourself here a right noble dutchess, Virtuous at least; and should your grace now pay, Which Heaven forbid! the debt you owe to nature, I dare presume she'd not so soon forget A prince that thus advanced her.-Madam, could -you? D'Av. Bitter and shrewd. [Aside. Bian. Sister, I should too much bewray my weakness, To give a resolution on a passion I never felt nor fear'd. Fern. If credit may be given to a face, My lord, I'll undertake on her behalf; Her words are trusty heralds to her mind. Fior. [Aside to D'Av.] Exceeding good; the man will" undertake!" Observe it, D'Avolos. D'Av. Lady, I do; 'Tis smooth praise. Duke. Friend, in thy judgment I approve thy love, And love thee better for thy judging mine. Though my gray-headed senate, in the laws 1 Quicken your sad remembrance,] i. e. enliven your melancholy recollections by the admission of pleasanter thoughts.-GIFFORD. 2 i. e. to speak decisively on a passion I never felt nor fear'd,] i. e. ingratitude. It is well answered:"but she'll keep her word!"-GIFFORD. Of strict opinion and severe dispute, Would tie the limits of our free affects1 (Like superstitious Jews, to match with none But in a tribe of princes like ourselves), Gross nurtur'd slaves, who force their wretched souls To crouch to profit; nay, for trash and wealth, We are only debtor to Heaven for.-On! [Exeunt. SCENE III. FERNANDO alone and musing; to him FIORMONDA. Fior. My lord Fernando, what, so hard at study! You are a kind companion to yourself, That love to be alone so. Fern. Madam, no; I rather chose this leisure to admire The glories of this little world, the court, Fior. So, so, sir! your own proof, By travel and prompt observation, Instructs you how to place the use of speech.- 1-i. e. affections. We'll pass the time a little in discourse: What have you seen abroad? Fern. No wonders, lady, Like these I see at home. Fior. At home! as how? Fern. Your pardon, if my tongue, the voice of truth, Report but what is warranted by sight. Fior. What sight? Fern. Look in your glass, and you shall see A miracle. Fior. What miracle? Fern. Your beauty, So far above all beauties else abroad, Or Fior. Fy, fy! your wit hath too much edge. any thing, that I could challenge mine, Were but of value to express how much I serve, in love, the sister of my prince! Fior. "Tis for your prince's sake then, not for mine? Fern. For you in him, and much for him in you: I must acknowledge, madam, I observe, In your affects,' a thing to me most strange, Which makes me so much honour you the more. Fior. Pray tell it. Fern. Gladly, lady: I see how opposite to youth and custom, Of your remembrance, the becoming griefs Of so renown'd a prince as was your lord. I know it is a needless task in me To set him forth in his deserved praise, for you find 1 Affections. How much more he exceeded other men So much more was your loss in losing him. As I to range in. Fior. Sir, enough; 't is true He well deserv'd your labour; on his death-bed To your deserts, wear this for him and me. Fern. Madam? Fior. 'Tis yours. [Offers him the ring. Fern. Methought you said, he charged you Fior. True, I said so. Fern. Oh, then, far be it my unhallow'd hand, With any rude intrusion, should unveil A testament enacted by the dead. Fior. Why, man, that testament is disannull'd, Fior. To new-kiss Fern. To love! 1 Virtuous marquess.] The title of marquis is the newest in this country and it was not till after some time that marchioness was introduced, to distinguish the lady from her lord. She was in Ford's time usually "my lady marquis or marquess." The Italian marchese and marchesa are hardly different in sound; and in old French marquis and marchise were probably little more so. |