Mal. All is said:

Henceforth shall never syllable proceed,
From my unpleasant voice, of amorous folly.

Enter CASTANNA.

Cast. Your summons warn'd me hither; I am

come.

Sister! my sister, 'twas an unkind part,
Not to take me along wi' you.

Mal. Chide her for it;

Castanna, this house is as freely yours,
As ever was your father's.

Cast. We conceive so,

Though your late strangeness hath bred marvel

in us.

But wherefore, sister, keeps your silence distance?

Am I not welcome to you?

Spin. Lives Auria safe?

Oh, prithee do not hear me call him husband,
Before thou canst resolve what kind of wife
His fury terms the runaway; speak quickly,
Yet do not-stay, Castanna,-I am lost!
His friend hath set before him a bad woman,
And he, good man, believes it.

Cast. Now in truth

Spin. Hold! my heart trembles-I perceive thy

tongue

Is great with ills, and hastes to be deliver'd;

I should not use Castanna so.

First tell me,

Shortly and truly tell me, how he does.

Cast. In perfect health.

Spin. For that, my thanks to Heaven.

Mal. The world hath not another wife like this.

Cousin, you will not hear your sister speak,
So much your passion rules.

Spin. Even what she pleases:

Go on, Castanna.

Cast. Your most noble husband

Is deaf to all reports, and only grieves

At his soul's love, Spinella's, causeless absence.
Mal. Why look ye, cousin, now!

Spin. Indeed!

Cast. Will value

No counsel, takes no pleasure in his greatness,
Neither admits of likelihood at all

That you are living; if you were, he's certain
It were impossible you could conceal

Your welcomes to him, being all one with him;
But as for jealousy of your dishonour,
He both laughs at and scorns it.

Spin. Does he!

Mal. Therein

He shows himself desertful of his happiness. Cast. Methinks the news should cause some motion, sister—

You are not well.

Mal. Not well!

Spin. I am unworthy

Mal. Of whom? what? why?

Spin. Go, cousin ;-come, Castanna. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-An Apartment in the House of
TRELCATIO.

Enter TRELCATIO, PIERO, and FUTELLI.

Trel. The state in council is already set, My coming will be late; now therefore, gentle

men,

This house is free; as your intents are sober,
Your pains shall be accepted.

Fut. Mirth sometimes

Falls into earnest, signor.

Piero. We, for our parts,

Aim at the best.

Trel. You wrong yourselves and me else: Good success to you!

[Exit. Piero. Futelli, 'tis our wisest course to follow Our pastime with discretion, by which means We may ingratiate, as our business hits, Our undertakings to great Auria's favour.

Fut. I grow quite weary of this lazy custom, Attending on the fruitless hopes of service, For meat and rags: a wit? a shrewd preferment! Study some scurril jests, grow old, and beg! No, let them be admired that love foul linen; I'll run a new course.

Piero. Get the coin we spend,

And knock them o'er the pate who jeer our earnings.

Fut. Hush, man; one suitor comes.

Piero. The t'other follows.

Fut. Be not so loud

Here comes Madonna Sweet-lips;

[Music below.

Mithtreth, in thooth, forthooth, will lithpe it to

uth.

Enter AMORetta.

Amor. Dentlemen, then ye!*

Ith thith mu

thicke yourth, or can ye tell what great manth's fidleth made it? tith vedee petty noyth, but who thold thend it?

Piero. Does not yourself know, lady?
Amor. I do not uthe

To thpend lip-labour upon quethtionths,
That I mythelfe can anthwer.

Never give o'er,

As long as we have e'er an eye to see.

Piero. What call ye this, a song ?

Amor. Yeth, a delithious thing, and wondroth prety.

Fut. A very country-catch! (Aside.) — Doubtless, some prince

Belike, hath sent it to congratulate

Your night's repose.

* Dentlemen, then ye!] i. e. den ye! good even! The reader would scarcely thank me for putting the rest of the pretty lispings of this affected fair one into articulate language.GIFFORD.

Amor. Thinke ye tho, thignior?

Fut. This gentleman approaching, comes in time T'inform ye.

Enter FULGOSO.

Amor. Think ye tho?

I'm thure you know him.

Piero. Lady, you'll perceive it.

Ful. She seems in my first entrance to admire

me:

Protest she eyes me round; Fulg. she's thine

own!

Piero. Noble Fulgoso.

Ful. Did you hear the music?

[Aside.

'Twas I that brought it; was't not tickling? ah,

ha!

Amor. Pay, what pinth thent it?

Ful. Prince! no prince, but we;
We set the ditty, and composed the song ;
There's not a note or foot in't but our own,
And the pure trodden mortar of this brain:
We can do things and things.

Amor. Dood! thing't youa thelfe then.
Ful. Nay, nay, I could never sing
More than a gib-cat, or a very howlet;
But you shall hear me whistle it.

Enter GUZMAN.

Amor. Bleth uth, whoth thith?

Fut. Oh, 'tis the man of might.

[Whistles.

Guz. May my address to beauty lay no scandal Upon my martial honour, since even Mars,

Whom, as in war, in love I imitate,