Fior. To meet Sweetness of language in discourse as sweet? Fern. Madam, 't were dulness, past the ignorance Of common blockheads, not to understand Whereto this favour tends; and 't is a fortune So much above my fate, that I could wish No greater happiness on earth; but know, Long since, I vow'd to live a single life. Fior. What was 't you said? Fern. I said, I made a vow— Enter BIANCA and D'AVOLOS. Blessed deliverance! Fior. Prevented! mischief on this interruption! ACT II. SCENE I. [Aside FERNANDO and BIANCA. Fern. Madam. Bian. To me, my lord! Fern. Please but to hear The story of a castaway in love; Make slight a sadder subject, who hath placed Bian. My lord, the time Fern. The time! yet hear me speak, Bian. Forbear, or I shall Fern. Yet, as you honour virtue, do not freeze My hopes to more discomfort, than, as yet, My fears suggest; no beauty so adorns Bian. No more! I spare To tell you what you are, and must confess, Thought goodness dwelt in you. Remember, now, All female weakness; I have sued and sued, Move her no more than summer-winds a rock. I must resolve to check this rage of blood, And will; she is all icy to my fires, Yet even that ice inflames in me desires. [Exit. SCENE II. The Palace.-The Dutchess's Apartment. Enter COLONA with lights, BIANCA, FIORMONDA, FERNANDO, and D'AVOLOS; COLONA places the lights on a table, and sets down a chessboard. Bian. 'T is yet but early night, too soon to sleep; Sister, shall's have a mate at chess? Fior. A mate! No, madam, you are grown too hard for me; Bian. He's a well-practis'd gamester-well, care not How cunning soe'er he be.-To pass an hour board. Fern. I shall bewray too much of my ignorance In striving with your highness; 't is a game I lose at still, by oversight. Bian. Well, well, I fear you not. [FERNANDO and the Dutchess play. Fior. Madam, I must entreat excuse; I feel The temper of my body not in case To judge the strife. Bian. Lights for our sister, sirs! Good rest t' ye; I'll but end my game, and follow. Fior. [Aside to D'Av.] Let 'em have time enough; and, as thou canst, Be near to hear their courtship, D'Avolos. D'Av. Madam, I shall observe them with all cunning secrecy. Bian. Colona, attend our sister to her chamber. Col. I shall, madam. [Exit FIOR. followed by CoL. and D'Av. Bian. Play. Fern. I must not lose the advantage of the game; Madam, your queen is lost. Bian. My clergy help me ;1 1 My queen! and nothing for it but a pawn? Fern. What, madam? [FERNANDO often looks about. Bian. You must needs play well, you are so studious,― Fy upon 't! you study past patience : What do you dream on? here 's demurring Nail'd to the ground, as earthy as my fears, 1 My clergy help me,] i. e. my bishops,-but those who understand the game do not need these modicums of information, and upon all others they are thrown away.-GIFFORD. In my unbounded anguish, as the rage Fern. To lay before your feet In lowest vassalage, the bleeding heart Have residence in virtue's breast, lo here, Re-enter D'AVOLOS behind. D'Av. At it already! admirable haste. Bright angel, that severer breath to cool Here's ceremony with a vengeance! Bian. Rise up, we charge you, rise :—[he rises.]— What see you there that may persuade a hope Thy boldness with the forfeit of thy life. D'Av. Now, now, now the game 's a-foot! Fern. Stay, go not hence in choler, blessed woman! You have school'd me; lend me hearing; though the float Of infinite desires swell to a tide Too high so soon to ebb, yet by this hand, [Kisses her hand. This glorious, gracious hand of yours D'Av. Ay, marry, the match is made: and hands clapp'd on it! Fern. I swear, Henceforth I never will as much in word, In letter, or in syllable, presume To make a repetition of my griefs. Good night t'ye! if, when I am dead, you rip This coffin of my heart, there shall you read For ever, lady, now good night! Bian. Good night! Rest in your goodness: lights there. Enter Attendants with lights. Sir, good night. [Exeunt sundry ways. SCENE III. BIANCA and FERNANDO. Bian. With shame and passion now I must confess, Since first mine eyes beheld you, in my heart You have been only king; if there can be A violence in love, then I have felt That tyranny: be record to my soul, |