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Made myself poor of secrets; have not left
Another word untold, which hath not spoke
All what I ever durst, or think, or know;
And yet is here the comfort I shall have?
Must I not do what all men else may,-love?
Friar. Yes, you may love, fair son.
Gio. Must I not praise

That beauty, which, if fram'd anew, the gods
Would make a god of, if they had it there;
And kneel to it, as I do kneel to them?
Friar. Why, foolish madman!—

Gio. Shall a peevish' sound,

A customary form, from man to man,
Of brother and of sister, be a bar

'Twixt my perpetual happiness and me?

Say that we had one father, say one womb
(Curse to my joys!) gave both us life and birth;
Are we not, therefore, each to other bound
So much the more by nature? by the links
Of blood, of reason? nay, if you will have it,
Even of religion, to be ever one,

One soul, one flesh, one love, one heart, one all?
Friar. Have done, unhappy youth! for thou art

lost.

Gio. Shall, then, for that I am her brother born, My joys be ever banished from her bed? No, father; in your eyes I see the change Of pity and compassion; from your age, As from a sacred oracle, distils

3 Peevish.] Weak, trifling, unimportant. See Mass, vol. i. p. 71.

The life of counsel: tell me, holy man,

What cure shall give me ease in these extremes? Friar. Repentance, son, and sorrow for this sin: For thou hast mov'd a Majesty above,

With thy unranged (almost) blasphemy.

Gio. O do not speak of that, dear confessor. Friar. Art thou, my son, that miracle of wit, Who once, within these three months, wert esteem'd

A wonder of thine age, throughout Bononia?
How did the University applaud

Thy government, behaviour, learning, speech,
Sweetness, and all that could make up a man!
I was proud of my tutelage, and chose
Rather to leave my books, than part with thee;
I did so-but the fruits of all my hopes
Are lost in thee, as thou art in thyself.

O Giovanni! hast thou left the schools

Of knowledge, to converse with lust and death? For death waits on thy lust. Look through the world,

And thou shalt see a thousand faces shine

More glorious than this idol thou ador'st:

Leave her, and take thy choice, 'tis much less

sin;

Though in such games as those, they lose that win.

40 Giovanni! Our old dramatists appear to have learned Italian entirely from books; few, if any, of them pronounce it correctly. Giovanni is here used by Ford as a quadrisyllable, as it was by Massinger and others of his contemporaries.

Gio. It were more ease to stop the ocean From floats and ebbs, than to dissuade my vows. Friar. Then I have done, and in thy wilful flames

Already see thy ruin; Heaven is just.

Yet hear my counsel.

Gio. As a voice of life.

Friar. Hie to thy father's house, there lock thee fast

Alone within thy chamber; then fall down
On both thy knees, and grovel on the ground;
Cry to thy heart; wash every word thou utter'st
In tears (and if't be possible) of blood:
Beg Heaven to cleanse the leprosy of lust
That rots thy soul; acknowledge what thou art,
A wretch, a worm, a nothing; weep, sigh, pray
Three times a-day, and three times every night:
For seven days space do this; then, if thou find'st
No change in thy desires, return to me;
I'll think on remedy. Pray for thyself
At home, whilst I pray for thee here.—Away!
My blessing with thee! we have need to pray.
Gio. All this I'll do, to free me from the rod
Of vengeance; else I'll swear my fate's my god.
[Exeunt.'

"It is observed by Langbaine, that the loves of Giovanni and Annabella are painted in too beautiful colours: this, though it may impeach the writer's taste in selecting such a subject, is yet complimentary to his judgment in treating it. What but the most glowing diction, the most exquisite harmony of versification, could hope to allure the reader through the dreadful display of vice and misery which lay before him! With respect to the scene which

SCENE II.

The Street, before FLORIO's House.

Enter GRIMALDI and VASQUES, with their Swords drawn.

Vas. Come, sir, stand to your tackling; if prove craven, I'll make you run quickly. Grim. Thou art no equal match for me.

you

Vas. Indeed I never went to the wars to bring home news; nor I cannot play the mountebank for a meal's meat, and swear I got my wounds in the field. See you these grey hairs? they'll not flinch for a bloody nose. Wilt thou to this gear?

Grim. Why, slave, think'st thou I'll balance my reputation with a cast-suit? Call thy master, he shall know that I dare

Vas. Scold like a cot-quean;-that's your profession. Thou poor shadow of a soldier, I will make thee know my master keeps servants, thy betters in quality and performance. Com'st thou

to fight or prate?

Grim. Neither, with thee. I am a Roman and

has just past, it is replete with excellence as a composition; it may be doubted, however, whether it does not let us somewhat too abruptly into the plot, which, from its revolting nature, should have been more gradually opened. The character of the Friar is artfully drawn; pious, but gentle, irresolute, and, to speak tenderly, strangely indulgent; and thus we are prepared for his subsequent conduct, which involves the fate of his young charge.

"Scold like a cot-quean.] A contemptuous term for one who concerns himself with female affairs; an effeminate meddler.

a gentleman; one that have got mine honour with expense of blood.

Vas. You are a lying coward, and a fool. Fight, or by these hilts I'll kill thee:-brave my lord! You'll fight?

Grim. Provoke me not, for if thou dost-
Vas. Have at you.

[They fight, GRIMALDI is worsted.

Enter FLORIO, DONADO, and SORANZO, from opposite Sides.

Flo. What mean these sudden broils so near my doors?

Have you not other places, but my house,
To vent the spleen of your disorder'd bloods?
Must I be haunted still with such unrest,
As not to eat, or sleep in peace at home?
Is this your love, Grimaldi? Fie! 'tis naught.
Don. And, Vasques, I may tell thee, 'tis not well
To broach these quarrels; you are ever forward
In seconding contentions.

Enter above ANNABELLA and PUTANA.

Flo. What's the ground?

Sor. That, with your patience, signiors, I'll resolve:

This gentleman, whom fame reports a soldier, (For else I know not) rivals me in love

1 Enter above,] i. e. on the raised platform which stood on the old stage, and which served for a balcony to the street, and a gallery to the rooms within doors.

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