Gio. Where is she? Vas. In her chamber; please you visit her; she is alone. [Gio. gives him money.] Your liberality hath doubly made me your servant, and ever shall, [Exit Gio. ever Re-enter SORANZO. Sir, I am made a man; I have plied my cue with cunning and success; I beseech you let us be private. Sor. My lady's brother's come; now he'll know all. Vas. Let him know it; I have made some of them fast enough. How have you dealt with my lady? Sor. Gently, as thou hast counsell'd; O my soul Runs circular in sorrow for revenge; But, Vasques, thou shalt know Vas. Nay, I will know no more, for now comes your turn to know; I would not talk so openly with you let my young master take time enough, and go at pleasure; he is sold to death, and the devil shall not ransom him.-Sir, I beseech you, your privacy. Sor. No conquest can gain glory of my fear. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. The Street before SORANZO's House. Ann. Pleasures, farewell, and all ye thriftless minutes Wherein false joys have spun a weary life! Of my last fate, here stay thy restless course, Enter FRIAR, below. And tells me I am lost: now I confess; Of thine own virtues, and my modest fame; O would the scourge, due to my black offence, Might pass from thee, that I alone might feel The torment of an uncontrouled flame! Friar. What's this I hear? Ann. That man, that blessed friar, Who join'd in ceremonial knot my hand Hug their confusion, making Heaven unjust; Friar. Here's music to the soul! Ann. Forgive me, my good Genius, and this once Be helpful to my ends; let some good man Friar. Lady, Heaven hath heard you, Friar. Your brother's friend, the Friar; Glad in my soul that I have liv'd to hear This free confession 'twixt your peace and you: What would you, or to whom? fear not to speak. Ann. Is Heaven so bountiful?-then I have found More favour than I hoped; here, holy man [Throws down a letter. Commend me to my brother, give him that, Tell him that I, imprison'd in my chamber, To blush at what hath past; bid him be wise, Friar. Be sure I will, And fly with speed: -my blessing ever rest With thee, my daughter; live, to die more blest! [Exit. Ann. Thanks to the heavens, who have pro long'd my breath To this good use! now I can welcome death. [Withdraws from the window. SCENE II. Another Room in the same. Enter SORANZO and VASQUES. Vas. Am I to be believed now? first, marry a strumpet that cast herself away upon you but to laugh at your horns! to feast on your disgrace, riot in your vexations, cuckold you in your bridebed, waste your estate upon panders and bawds!— Sor. No more, I say, no more. Vas. A cuckold is a goodly tame beast, my lord! Sor. I am resolv'd; urge not another word; Kiss her, and fold her gently in my arms. Vas. Good sir, trouble not yourself about other business than your own resolution; remember that time lost cannot be recalled. Sor. With all the cunning words thou canst, invite The states of Parma to my birth-day's feast: Vas. Let not your pity betray you, till my coming back; think upon incest and cuckoldry. Sor. Revenge is all the ambition I aspire, To that I'll climb or fall; my blood's on fire. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Room in FLORIO's House. Enter GIOVANNI. Gio. Busy opinion is an idle fool, That, as a school-rod keeps a child in awe, Frights th' unexperienced temper of the mind: So did it me; who, ere my precious sister Was married, thought all taste of love would die |