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The tyranny of thoughts, consider mine,
Adur. Dear, how sweetly
offerings to her altar. Spin. Auria, Auria, Fight not for name abroad; but come, my hus
band, Fight for thy wife at home!
Adur. Oh, never rank, Dear cruelty, one that is sworn your creature, Among your country's enemies; I use No force, but humble words, deliver'd from A tongue that's secretary to my heart. Spin. How poorly some, tame to their wild de
Adur. Grant a freedom
(A noise within, and the door is forced.
Enter AURELIO, followed by CASTANNA, AMORETTA,
FUTELLI and Piero.
Adur. What sees this rudeness
Aurel. For you hereafter.-
Spin. Whiles you, belike,
Adur. Rich conquest,
Fut. Have I life, sir ?
Piero. Put me on the rack, The wheel, or the galleys, if
Aurel. Peace, factors
Cast. Use your tyranny;
Leave, in thy prayers, fair, vow-breaking wanton,
[Exit. Spin. How unmanly! His anger threatens mischief!
Amor. Whom, I prethee,
Adur. Lady, be not mov'd;
Spin. Mercy, heaven!
Adur. Her resolution's violent;-quickly follow.
Adur. I will stand
ACT III. SCENE I.
The Street before MARTINO's House.
Enter Folgoso and GUZMAN. Ful. I say, don, brother mine, win her and wear
her. And so will I; if't be my luck to lose her, I lose a pretty wench, and there's the worst on't.
Guz. Wench, said ye? most mechanically, faugh! Sir brother, he who names my queen of love Without his bonnet veil'd, or saying grace, As at some paranymphal feast, is rude, Nor vers'd in literaturę. Dame Amoretta, Lo, I am sworn thy champion !
Ful. So am I too,Can as occasion serves, if she turns scurvy, Unswear myself again, and ne'er change colours. Pish, man! the best, though call 'em ladies, madams, Fairs, fines, and honeys, are but flesh and blood.
Guz. Our choler must advance.
Ful. Dost long for a beating ? Shall's try a slash ? here's that shall do't; I'll tap
[Draws. A gallon of thy brains, and fill thy hogshead With two of wine for 't.
Guz. Not in friendship, brother.
Ful. Or whistle thee into an ague: hang it,
Guz. Her fair eyes,
Of roses red and white, divided by
Ful. Hey-day! what's he ?—[seeing Benatzi.] Enter BENATZI, as an outlaw,' LEVIDOLCHE at a window
above. Ben. Death of reputation, the wheel, strappado, galleys, rack, are ridiculous fopperies; goblins to fright babies. Poor lean-soul'd rogues! they will swoon at the scar of a pin. Ful. Bless us ! a monster, patch'd of dagger-bom
Guz. Let us then avoid him,
Ben. Cutthroats by the score abroad, come home, and rot in fripperies.
Honourable cuts are but badges for a fool to vaunt; the raw-ribb’d apothecary poisons cum privilegio, and is paid. Oh, the commonwealth of beasts is most politicly ordered !
Guz, Brother we'll keep aloof, there is no valour In tugging with a man-fiend.
Ful. I defy him.
Ben. Look else: the lion roars, and the spaniel fawns; down, cur; the badger bribes the unicorn, that a jury may not pass upon his pillage ; here the bear fees the wolf, for he will not howl gratis ;beasts call pleading howling.-So then! there the
1 By this term nothing more seems meant than a disbanded soldier in rags, as in our author's age was too commonly the case, formidable from arms, and desperate from necessity.--GIFFORD.
? The fellow's a shrewd fellow at a pink,] i. e. at fighting, at a duel.He judges from the rugged appearance of Benatzi, and his fierce strutting language.-GIFFORD.