One lasting flourishing youth! she is your own; My hands shall perfect what's requir'd to ceremony.

Flav. Brother, this day was meant a holiday, For feast on every side.

Rom. The new-turn'd courtier

Proffers most frankly; but withal leaves out
A due consideration of the narrowness
Our short estate is bounded in! Some politics
As they rise up, like Livio, to perfection,
In their own competencies, gather also
Grave supplement of providence and wisdom;
Yet he abates in his.-You use a triumph
In your advantages; it smells of state:
We know you are no fool.

Flav. 'Sooth, I believe him.
Cam. Else 'twere imposture.
Ves. Folly, rank and senseless.
Liv. Enjoin an oath at large.
Rom. Since you mean earnest,

Receive, in satisfaction; I am resolv'd

For single life. There was a time,-was, Livio,--
When indiscretion blinded forecast in me;

But recollection, with your rules of thriftiness,
Prevail'd against all passion.

Liv. You'd be courted;

Courtship's the child of coyness, Romanello,
And for the rules, 'tis possible to name them.
Rom. "A single life's no burthen; but to draw

In yokes is chargeable, and doth require
A double maintenance:" Livio's very words;

"For he can live without a wife, and purchase:"4 By'r lady so you do, sir; send you joy on't! These rules you see are possible, and answer'd. Liv. Full-answer was late made to this already; My sister's only thine.

Rom. Where lives the creature

Your pity stoops to pin upon your servant?
Not in a nunnery for a year's probation.

Fie on such coldness! there are Bowers of Fancies
Ravish'd from troops of fairy nymphs, and virgins
Cull'd from the downy breasts of queens their
mothers,

In the Titanian empire, far from mortals; But these are tales:-'troth, I have quite abandoned

All loving humour.

Liv. Here is scorn in riddles.

Rom. Were there another marquis in Sienna, More potent than the same who is vicegerent To the great duke of Florence, our grand master; Were the great duke himself here, and would

lift up

My head to fellow-pomp amongst his nobles,

By falsehood to the honour of a sister,
Urging me instrument in his seraglio,

I'd tear the wardrobe of an outside from him,
Rather than live a pandar to his bribery.

"Livio's very

For he can live without a wife, and purchase.] words." p. 152. This is the retort courteous. For the meaning of the passage, see Introduction, p. cxlviii.

Liv. So would the he you

talk to, Romanello,

Without a noise that's singular."

Rom. She's a countess,

Flavia, she; but she has an earl her husband,
Though far from our procurement.

Liv. Castamela

Is refused then!

Rom. Never design'd my choice,

You know, and I know, Livio;-more, I tell thee,–
A noble honesty ought to give allowance,
When reason intercedes: by all that's manly,
I range not in derision, but compassion.

Liv. Intelligence flies swiftly.

Rom. Pretty swiftly;

We have compared the copy with the original,
And find no disagreement.

Liv. So my sister

Can be no wife for Romanello?

Rom. No, no,

One no, once more and ever:-this your courtesy
Foil'd me a second.--Sir, you brought a welcome,
You must not part without it; scan with pity
My plainness; I intend nor gall nor quarrel.
Liv. Far be't from me to press a blame. Great
lady,

I kiss your noble hands;-and to these gentlemen
Present a civil parting. Romanello,

By the next foot-post thou wilt hear some news Of alteration; if I send, come to me.

Without a noise that's singular.] i. e. without making such an extraordinary clamour about it.

Rom. Questionless, yea.

Liv. My thanks may quit the favour.

[Exit.

Flav. Brother, his intercourse of conference Appears at once perplex'd, but withal sensible. Rom. Doubts easily resolved; upon your vir

tues

The whole foundation of my peace is grounded. I'll guard you to your home; lost in one comfort, Here I have found another.

Flav. Goodness prosper it!

[Exeunt.

ACT V.-SCENE I.

An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter OCTAVIO, TROYLO, SECCO, and NITIDO.

Oct. No more of these complaints and clamours!
Have we

Nor enemies abroad, nor waking sycophants,
Who, peering through our actions, wait occasion
By which they watch to lay advantage open
To vulgar descant; but amongst ourselves,
Some, whom we call our own, must practise
scandal

(Out of a liberty of ease and fulness)

Against our honour? We shall quickly order Strange reformation, sirs, and you will find it. Troy. When servants' servants, slaves, once relish license

Of good opinion from a noble nature,
They take upon them boldness to abuse
Such interest, and lord it o'er their fellows,
As if they were exempt from that condition.

Oct. He is unfit to manage public matters,
Who knows not how to rule at home his household.
You must be jealous, puppy,-of a boy too!
Raise uproars, bandy noise, amongst young mai-
dens;

Keep revels in your madness, use authority
Of giving punishment: a fool must fool ye;
And this is all but pastime, as you think it!

Nit. With your good lordship's favour, since,
Spadone

Confess'd it was a gullery put on Secco,
For some revenge meant me.

Troy. He vow'd it truth,

Before the ladies, in my hearing.

Oct. Sirrah,

I'll turn you to your shop again and trinkets, Your suds and pan of small-coal: take your damsel, The grand old rag of beauty, your death's head, Try then what custom reverence can trade in ; Fiddle, and play your pranks amongst your neighbours,

That all the town may roar ye! now you simper," And look like a shaved skull.

Nit. This comes of prating.

now you simper.] This, I think, should be, now you whimper; as Secco seems little disposed to indulge a smile of any kind.