To grow where Sodom and Gomorrah stood, Vit. Your envenom'd pothecary should do 't. Were there a second paradise to lose, This devil would betray it. Vit. O poor charity! Thou art seldom found in scarlet. Mon. Who knows not how, when several night by night Her gates were chok'd with coaches, and her rooms In music, banquets, and most riotous surfeits? Vit. Ha! whore! what's that? Mon. Shall I expound whore to you? sure I shall. And emptied by curs'd riot. They are worse, Wherein he is imperfect. What 's a whore? Which, whosoe'er first stamps it, brings in trouble Vit. This character scapes me. Mon. You, gentlewoman! Take from all beasts and from all minerals Their deadly poison Vit. Well, what then? Mon. I'll tell thee; I'll find in thee a pothecary's shop, To sample them all. Fr. Emb. She hath liv'd ill. En. Emb. True; but the cardinal 's too bitter. Mon. You know what whore is. Next the devil adultery, Enters the devil murder. Fra. Your unhappy husband Vit. O, he's a happy husband, Now he owes nature nothing. Fra. And by a vaulting engine. Mon. An active plot ; He jump'd into his grave. Fra. What a prodigy was 't That from some two yards' height, a slender man Should break his neck! Mon. I' the rushes! Fra. And what 's more, Upon the instant lose all use of speech, All vital motion, like a man had lain Wound up three days. Now mark each circum stance. Mon. And look upon this creature was his wife. She comes not like a widow; she comes arm'd With scorn and impudence: is this a mourninghabit? Vit. Had I foreknown his death, as you suggest, Vit. You shame your wit and judgement, Mon. See, my lords, She scandals our proceedings. Vit. Humbly thus, Thus low, to the most worthy and respected And womanhood I tender; but withal, my life Must personate masculine virtue. To the point. Find me but guilty, sever head from body, We'll part good friends: I scorn to hold At yours or any man's entreaty, sir. En. Emb. She hath a brave spirit. Mon. Well, well, such counterfeit jewels Make true ones oft suspected. Vit. You are deceiv'd; For know, that all your strict combined heads, The filth returns in 's face. Mon. Pray you, mistress, satisfy me one question : Who lodged beneath your roof that fatal night Your husband brake his neck? Bra. That question Enforceth me brake silence: I was there. Mon. Your business? Bra. Why, I came to comfort her, And take some course for settling her estate, Mon. He was. Bra. And 'twas strangely fear'd That you would cozen her. Mon. Who made you overseer ? Bra. Why, my charity, my charity, which should flow From every generous and noble spirit, To orphans and to widows. Mon. Your lust. Bra. Cowardly dogs bark loudest ; sirrah priest, There are a number of thy coat resemble Mon. Ha! Bra. Your mercenary post-boys! Your letters carry truth, but 'tis your guise To fill your mouths with gross and impudent lies. Servant. My lord, your gown. Bra. Thou liest, 'twas my stool : Bestow't upon thy master, that will challenge Out of another's lodging: let him make Valance for his bed on 't, or demy foot-cloth impune lacessit. Mon. Your champion 's gone. Monticelso, nemo me [Exit BRACHIANO. Vit. The wolf may prey the better. Fra. My lord, there's great suspicion of the murder, But no sound proof who did it. For my part, I do not think she hath a soul so black To act a deed so bloody: if she have, As in cold countries husbandmen plant vines, To matter of incontinence. Vit. I discern poison Under your gilded pills. Mon. Now the duke 's gone, I will produce a letter, Down by the river Tiber,-view 't, my lords, Vit. Grant I was tempted; Temptation to lust proves not the act: You read his hot love to me, but you want Mon. Frost i' the dog-days! strange ! Vit. Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river Mon. Truly drown'd, indeed. Vit. Sum up my faults, I pray, and you shall find, All the poor crimes that you can charge me with. Mon. Very good. |