Aurel. Or that other private ends Sift your retirements. Mal. Neither. Enter FUTELLI. Fut. Under favour, Signor Malfato, I am sent to crave Your leisure, for a word or two in private. 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. Fut. Sure in health, sir. Aurel. He is a noble gentleman, withal Mal. You know from whence this comes? 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. In aiming at the scandal of my blood; Aurel. Be wise, Malfato. Mal. Say, I know this false one. From poor Benatzi, senseless of the wrongs, Aurel. You range too wildly now, Mal. I am A gentleman free born, I never wore (Reward for long attendance), and then miss'd. I am sure more ancient. Aurel. Let me tell you, then, You are too bitter, talk you know not what. Begone, Futelli, do not mince one syllable [Exit. You are as I am, &c.] This expression, which is not uncommon in our old writers, means, 66 suppose you were," or rather, "put yourself -in my place," &c.-GIFFORD. Mal. What have I Deserv'd to be so used! In colder blood, Duty and love; it is a badge of virtue, Aurel. We will consider The meaning of this mystery. Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear, 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, [Exeunt. I talk t' ye now in your own occupation, Or downright cutting throats, is all one thing. Fut. By way of parallel; You drill or exercise your company (No matter which, for terms), before you draw Into the field; so in feats of courtship, 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!- 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, 't is 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. Fut. No, She has skipp'd your hold; my imagination's eyes Which I forgot in my instructions To warn you of: therefore, my warlike don, 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' doublet, 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 dutchess Infantasgo roll'd our arm in. 1 Our rich mockado doublet,] i. e. an inferior kind of velvet, velveret: quellio, which occurs in the following line, is a ruff.-GIFFORD. Fut. Ay, this is brave indeed! Guz. Our cloak, whose cape is Larded with pearls, which the Indian cacique Guz. We will, appear, Before our Amoretta, like the issue Fut. Imagine so, And that this rich suit of imagination Is on already now:-here stands your Amoretta, Guz. Lustre of beauty, Not to affright your tender soul with horror, Become great Guzman's oratory best, Who, though victorious (and during life Must be), yet now grants parley to thy smiles. Fut. 'Sfoot, don, you talk too big, you make her tremble; Do you not see 't imaginarily? I do, as plainly as you saw the death Of the Austrian boar; she rather hears Of feasting than of fighting; take her that way. Guz. Yes, we will feast ;-my queen, my empress, saint, |