Mal. All is said: Henceforth shall never syllable proceed, Enter CASTANNA. Cast. Your summons warn'd me hither; I am come. Sister! my sister, 'twas an unkind part, Mal. Chide her for it; Castanna, this house is as freely yours, 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, 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, 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. Spin. Indeed! Cast. Will value No counsel, takes no pleasure in his greatness, That you are living; if you were, he's certain Your welcomes to him, being all one with him; 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 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, 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? To thpend lip-labour upon quethtionths, 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; Amor. Dood! thing't youa thelfe then. 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, |