Enter FUTElli.

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 demeanor, 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 gave thee thy directions! tell this lord,

It

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 From poor Benatzi, senseless of the wrongs, That madam Levidolche and Adurni Might revel in their sports without controul, Secure, uncheck'd.

Aurel. You range too wildly now,

Are too much inconsiderate.

Mal. I am

A gentleman free born, I never wore
The rags of any great man's looks, nor fed
Upon their after-meals; I never crouch'd
Unto the offal of an office promised,

(Reward for long attendance,) and then miss'd. I read no difference between this huge,

This monstrous big word lord, and gentleman, More than the title sounds; for aught I learn, The latter is as noble as the first,

I am sure more ancient.

Aurel. Let me tell you then,

You are too bitter, talk you know not what. Make all men equals, and confound all course Of order, and of nature! this is madness.

Mal. 'Tis so; and I have reason to be mad,
Reason, Aurelio, by my truth and hopes.
This wit Futelli brings a suit of love
From Levidolche, one, however mask'd
In colourable privacy, is famed

The Lord Adurni's pensioner, at least.
Am I a husband pick'd out for a strumpet?
For a cast suit of harlotry? Aurelio,

You are as I am,* you could ill digest
The trial of a patience so unfit.-

Begone, Futelli, do not mince one syllable
Of what you hear; another fetch like this
May tempt a peace to rage: so say; begone!
Fut. I shall report your answer.

Mal. What have I

Deserv'd to be so used! In colder blood,
I do confess nobility requires

Duty and love; it is a badge of virtue,
By action first acquired, and next in rank
Unto anointed royalty.-Wherein
Have I neglected distance, or forgot
Observance to superiors? sure, my name
Was in the note mistook.

Aurel. We will consider

The meaning of this mystery.

Mal. Not so;

[Exit.

Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear,
The sweetest freedom is an honest heart. [Exeunt.

Aurelio,

You are as I am, &c. This expression, which is not uncommon in our old writers, means, " 'suppose you were,”or rather," put yourself-in my place," &c.-GIFFORD.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-A Street.

Enter FUTELLI and GUZMAN.

Fut. Dexterity and sufferance, brave Don, Are engines the pure politic must work with. Guz. We understand.

Fut. In subtleties of war,

I talk t'ye now in your own occupation,
Your trade, or what you please,-unto a soldier,
Surprisal of an enemy by stratagem,

Or downright cutting throats, is all one thing.
Guz. Most certain: on, proceed.
Fut. By way of parallel;

You drill or exercise your company,

you

(No matter which, for terms,) before Ìnto the field; so in feats of courtship,

draw

First, choice is made of thoughts, behaviour, words, The set of looks, the posture of the beard,

Beso las manos, cringes of the knee,

The very hums and ha's, thumps, and ah me's!
Guz. We understand all these: advance.

Fut. Then next,

Your enemy in face, your mistress, mark it!—
Now you consult either to skirmish slightly,-
That's careless amours,-or to enter battle;
Then fall to open treaty, or to work
By secret spies or gold: here you corrupt

The chambermaid, a fatal engine; or

Place there an ambuscado,-that's contract

With some of her near friends, for half her portion;

Or offer truce, and in the interim,

Run upon slaughter, 'tis a noble treachery,— That's swear and lie; steal her away, and to her Cast caps, and cry victoria! the field's

Thine own, my Don, she's thine.

Guz. We do vouchsafe her.

Fut. Hold her then fast.

Guz. As fast as can the arms
Of strong imagination hold her.
Fut. No,

She has skipt your hold; my imagination's eyes
Perceive, she not endures the touch or scent
Of

your war over-worn habiliments,

Which I forgot in my instructions

To warn you of: therefore, my warlike Don,
Apparel speedily your imaginations

With a more courtly outside.

Guz. 'Tis soon done.

Fut. As soon as said;-in all the clothes thou

hast,

More than that walking wardrobe on thy back.
[Aside.
Guz. Imagine first our rich mockado* double,
With our cut cloth-of-gold sleeves, and our quellio,
Our diamond-button'd callamanco hose,
Our plume of ostrich, with the embroider'd scarf,
The duchess Infantasgo roll'd our arm in.

*Our rich mockado doublet,] i. e. an inferior kind of velvet, velveret: quellio, which occurs in the following line, is a ruff. -GIFFORD.