Bear back that paper to the hell from whence
It gave thee thy directions! tell this lord,
He ventured on a foolish policy,

In aiming at the scandal of my blood;

The trick is childish, base,-say base.
Fut. You wrong him.

Aurel. Be wise, Malfato.

Mal. Say, I know this whore.
She who sent this temptation, was wife
To his abused servant; and divorced
From poor Benatzi, senseless of the wrongs,
That madam Levidolche and Adurni

Might revel in their sports without controul,
Secure, uncheck'd.

Aurel. You range too wildly now,

Are too much inconsiderate.

Mal. I am

A gentleman free born, I never wore
The rags of any great man's looks, nor fed
Upon their after-meals; I never crouch'd
Unto the offal of an office promised,

(Reward for long attendance,) and then miss'd.
I read no difference between this huge,
This monstrous big word lord, and gentleman,
More than the title sounds; for aught I learn,
The latter is as noble as the first,

I am sure more ancient.

Aurel. Let me tell you then,

You are too bitter, talk you know not what. Make all men equals, and confound all course Of order, and of nature! this is madness.

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, 'tis 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.

Guz. We do vouchsafe her.
Fut. Hold her then fast.

Guz. As fast as can the arms
Of strong imagination hold her.

Fut. No,

She has skipt your hold; my imagination's eyes Perceive, she not endures the touch or scent

Of

your war over-worn habiliments,

Which I forgot in my instructions

To warn you of: therefore, my warlike Don,
Apparel speedily your imaginations

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.

Gus. Imagine first our rich mockado2 doublet, With our cut cloth-of-gold sleeves, and our quellio,

Our diamond-button'd callamanco hose,

2 Our rich mockado doublet,] i. e. an inferior kind of velvet, velveret: quellio, which occurs in the following line, is a ruff.

Our plume of ostrich, with the embroider'd scarf,
The duchess Infantasgo roll'd our arm in.
Fut. Aye, this is brave indeed!

Guz. Our cloak, whose cape is

Larded with peärls, which the Indian cacique
Presented to our countryman De Cortez,
For ransom of his life; rated in value
At thirteen thousand pistolets; the guerdon
Of our atchievement, when we rescued
The infanta from the boar, in single duel,
Near to the Austrian forest, with this rapier,
This only, very, naked, single rapier.
Fut. Top and top-gallant brave!

Guz. We will appear,

Before our Amoretta, like the issue

Of our progenitors.

Fut. Imagine so,

And that this rich suit of imagination

Is on already now, (which is most probable)'
As that apparel:-here stands your Amoretta,
Make your approach and court her.

Guz. Lustre of beauty,

Not to affright your tender soul with horror,
We may descend to tales of peace and love,
Soft whispers fitting ladies' closets; for
Thunder of cannon, roaring smoke and fire,

(which is most probable.)] This hemistich seems to be spoken aside, and alludes to a former speech, in which he had hinted that Guzman was already dressed in all the clothes he had." The rest is plain enough. Conceive, that this imaginary suit is now on; in other words-that what you now wear is that apparel.

As if hell's maw had vomited confusion,

The clash of steel, the neighs of barbed steeds, Wounds spouting blood, towns capering in the air, Castles push'd down, and cities plough'd with swords,

Become great Guzman's oratory best,

Who, though victorious, (and during life

Must be,) yet now grants parley to thy smiles. Fut. S'foot, 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. Gus. Yes, we will feast;-my queen, my em

press, saint,

Shalt taste no delicates but what are drest
With costlier spices than the Arabian bird
Sweetens her funeral bed with; we will riot
With every change of meats, which may renew
Our blood unto a spring, so pure, so high,
That from our pleasures shall proceed a race
Of sceptre-bearing princes, who at once
Must reign in every quarter of the globe.

Fut. Can more be said by one that feeds on herring

And garlick constantly?

Guz. Yes, we will feast

[Aside.

Fut. Enough! she's taken, and will love you

now,

As well in buff, as your imagined bravery.

Your dainty ten-times drest buff, with this lan

guage,

Bold man of arms, shall win upon her, doubt not,
Beyond all silken puppetry. Think no more
Of your "mockadoes, callamancoes, quellios,
Pearl-larded capes, and diamond-button'd
breeches;"

Leave such poor outside helps to puling lovers,
Such as Fulgoso, your weak rival, is,

That starveling-brain'd companion; appear you,
At first at least, in your own warlike fashion:
I pray be ruled, and change not a thread about

you.

Guz. The humour takes; for I, sir, am a man Affects not shifts: I will adventure thus.

Fut. Why, so! you carry her from all the world. I'm proud my stars design'd me out an instrument In such an high employment.

Guz. Gravely spoken; You may be proud on't.

Enter, on the opposite side, FULGOSO and PIERO. Ful. What is lost is lost,

Money is trash, and ladies are et cæteras,

Play's play, luck's luck, fortune's an-I know

what;

You see the worst of me, and what's all this now?

Piero. A very spark, I vow; you will be stiled Fulgoso the invincible. But did

The fair Spinella lose an equal part?

How much in all, d'you say?