Let me hear once more, what I would not hear, Bra. Never. Isa. O my unkind lord! may your sins find mercy, Shall pray for you, if not to turn your eyes Bra. No more; go, go, complain to the great duke. Myself the author of your cursed vow, I have some cause to do it, you have none; Conceal it, I beseech you, for the weal Of both your dukedoms, that you wrought the means Remain with my supposed jealousy, And think with what a piteous and rent heart I shall perform this sad ensuing part." Enter Francisco de Medicis, Cardinal Monticelso, Brachiano, Vittoria Corombona, Ambassadors, &c. "Mon. I shall be plainer with you, and paint out Your follies in more natural red and white, Than that upon your cheek. Vit. O you mistake, You raise a blood as noble in this cheek Mon. I must spare you, till proof cry whore to that. A woman of a most prodigious spirit. Vit. My honourable lord, It doth not suit a reverend cardinal To play the lawyer thus. Mon. Oh your trade instructs your language! To grow where Sodom and Gomorrah stood, Vit. Your invenom'd apothecary should do't. Were there a second paradise to lose, This devil would betray it. Vit. O poor charity! Thou art seldom found in scarlet. Mon. Who knows not how, when several night by night Her gates were choakt with coaches, and her rooms Outbrav'd the stars with several kinds of lights; When she did counterfeit a prince's court In musick, banquets, and most riotous surfeits, Vit. Ha? whore? what's that? Mon. Shall I expound whore to you? sure I shall! Worse than those tributes i'th' Low-countries paid, They are those brittle evidences of law, And empty'd by cursed riot. They are worse, Worse than dead bodies, which are begg'd at th' gallows, She's like the gilt counterfeited coin, Which, whosoe'er first stamps it, brings in trouble Vit. This character 'scapes me. Mon. You, gentlewoman? Take from all beasts and from all minerals Their deadly poison Vit. Well, what then? Mon. I'll tell thee; I'll find in thee an apothecary's shop, To sample them all. Fr. Amb. She hath lived ill. En. Amb. True, but the cardinal's too bitter. Mon. You know what whore is. Next the devil adult'ry, Enters the devil murder. Is dead. Vit. O he's a happy husband; Fra. And by a vaulting engine. He jumpt into his grave. Fra. What a prodigy was't, That from some two yards high, a slender man Mon. I'th' rushes! Fra. And what's more, Upon the instant lose all use of speech, Wound up three days. Now mark each circumstance. She comes not like a widow: she comes arm'd I would have bespoke my mourning. Mon. O you are cunning! Vit. You shame your wit and judgement, To call it so; what, is my just defence, By him that is my judge, call'd impudence? Mon. See, my lords, She scandals our proceedings. Vit. Humbly thus, Thus low, to the most worthy and respected Leiger ambassadors, my modesty And womanhood I tender; but withall, Must personate masculine virtue. To the point; En. Amb. She hath a brave spirit. Mon. Well, well, such counterfeit jewels Make true ones oft suspected. Vit. You are deceived; For know, that all your strict combined heads, Shall prove but glassen hammers, they shall break; Mon. Pray you mistress, satisfy me one question: Bra. That question Inforceth me break silence; I was there. Bra. Why, I came to comfort her, And take some course for settling her estate, That Mont. He was. Bra. And 'twas strangely fear'd, Mont. Who made you overseer? Bra. Why, my charity, my charity, which should flow From every generous and noble spirit, To orphans and to widows. Mont. Your lust. Bra. Cowardly dogs bark loudest! sirrah, priest, The sword you frame of such an excellent temper, I'll sheath in your own bowels. There are a number of thy coat resemble Your common post-boys. Mont. Ha? Bra. Your mercenary post-boys; Your letters carry truth, but 'tis your guise To fill your mouths with gross and impudent lies. Bra. Thou liest, 'twas my stool. Bestow't upon thy master, that will challenge Vallance for his bed on't, or demy foot-cloth [exit Brachiano. Vit. The wolf may prey the better. Fra. My lord, there's great suspicion of the murder; To act a deed so bloody: if she have, To matter of incontinence. Vit. I discern poison Under your gilded pills. Mon. Now the duke's gone I will produce a letter, Down by the river Tyber. View't, my lords: Vit. Grant I was tempted; Temptation to lust proves not the act: Casta est quam nemo rogavit. You read his hot love to me, but My frosty answer. you want Mon. Frost i'th' dog-days! strange ! Vit. Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and chrystal river For that some melancholic distracted man Hath drown'd himself in't. Mon. Truly drown'd, indeed. shall find, Vit. Sum up my faults, I All the poor crimes that you can charge me with. In faith, my lord, you might go pistol flies, The sport would be more noble. Mon. Very good. Vit. But take you your course, me first, it seems you have beggar'd And now would fain undo me. I have houses, Jewels, and a poor remnant of crusados; Would those would make you charitable. Mon. If the devil Did ever take good shape, behold his picture. VOL. VII. PART I. H |