And not to take heart from you, I'll walk from you, At your command, and not as much as trouble Aur. I thank thee, My worthy wife! Before we kiss, receive This caution from thine Auria: first-Castanna, Let us bid farewell. [CAST. walks aside. Spi. Speak, good, speak. Aur. The steps Young ladies tread, left to their own discretion, And construed as the lookers-on presume: Not to procure health, but for safe prevention Thy husband at his parting seal'd this kiss.— No more. Spi. Dear heaven! go, sister, go. [Kisses her. [Exeunt SPINELLA and CASTANNA. Aur. Done bravely, And like the choice of glory, to know mine— [Enter AURELIO. See, see! Yet in another I am rich, a friend, A perfect one, Aurelio. Aurel. Had I been No stranger to your bosom, sir, ere now, your fortunes. Aur. So the wrongs I should have ventured on against thy fate Aurel. Wants! so you said, Aurel. Auria, take heed the covert of a folly Willing to range, be not, without excuse, Discover'd in the coinage of untruths; I use no harder language. Thou art near Already on a shipwreck, in forsaking The holy land of friendship, [and forbearing] Aur. By that sacred thing Last issued from the temple where it dwelt, Aurel. Umph! Aur. In my country, friend, Where I have sided my superior, friend, Aurel. You show, Nor certainty, nor weak assurance yet Aur. He who cannot merit Preferment by employments, let him bare The 4to reads in forsaking The holy land of friendship in forsaking, &c.] There can, I think, be no question but the last two words in the second line were inadvertently copied from the first at the press. I have given what may be supposed the sense of the original expression; the words themselves are irrecoverable. By trial of extremes; to youth and beauty Aur. Shew me the man that lives, and to my face Dares speak, scarce think, such tyranny against Spinella's constancy, except Aurelio He is my friend. Aurel. There lives not then a friend Aurel. He who prescribes no law, A face, because 'tis round, or limn'd by nature Have fool'd to little purpose. . Aur. She's my wife. Aurel. And being so, it is not manly done To leave her to the trial of her wits, Aur. Sir, said ye? Aurel. You form reasons, Just ones, ones, for your abandoning the storms Which threaten your own ruin; but propose No shelter for her honour: what my tongue Hath utter'd, Auria, is but honest doubt, And you are wise enough in the construction. Aur. Necessity must arm my confidence, Which, if I live to triumph over, friend, And e'er come back in plenty, I pronounce Aurelio heir of what I can bequeath; Some fit deduction for a worthy widow, Allow'd, with caution she be like to prove so. Aurel. Who? I your heir! your wife being yet so young, In every probability so forward To make you a father? leave such thoughts. Without replies, Aurelio: keep this note, Friends we are, and will embrace; but let's not |