Put. How do I know't! am I at these years ignorant what the meanings of qualms and water-pangs be? of changing of colours, queasiness of stomachs, pukings, and another thing that I could name? Do not, for her and your credit's sake, spend the time in asking how, and which way, 'tis so she is quick, upon my word: if you let a physician see her water, you're undone. Gio. But in what case is she? Put. Prettily amended: 'twas but a fit, which I soon espied, and she must look for often henceforward. Gio. Commend me to her, bid her take no care; 1 How do these news perplex me !—If my father Put. I will, sir. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Another Room in the same. Enter FLORIO and RICHARDETTO. Flo. And how d'ye find her, sir? Rich. Indifferent well; I see no danger, scarce perceive she's sick, Flo. Did you give her aught? Rich. An easy surfeit-water, nothing else. You need not doubt her health: I rather think Her sickness is a fulness of the blood,— You understand me? 1 Not be too anxious. Flo. I do; you counsel well; And once, within these few days, will so order 't Rich. Yet let not haste, sir, make unworthy choice; That were dishonour. Flo. Master Doctor, no; I will not do so neither: in plain words, Rich. A noble and a virtuous gentleman. Rich. You have plotted wisely. Flo. I'll send one straight to speak with him to-night. Rich. Soranzo's wise; he will delay no time. Flo. It shall be so. Friar. Enter Friar and GIOVANNI. Good peace be here and love! Flo. Welcome, religious friar; you are one That still bring blessing to the place you come to. Flo. 'Twas well done, Giovanni; thou herein Say on, sir. Friar. A word from you, grave man, will win her more Than all our best persuasions. Friar. Gentle sir, All this I'll say, that Heaven may prosper her. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Room in RICHARDETTO'S House. Enter GRIMALDI. Grim. Now if the doctor keep his word, Soranzo, Play not on both hands, then Soranzo falls. Enter RICHARDETTO. Rich. You're come as I could wish; this very night Soranzo, 'tis ordained, must be affied1 To Annabella, and, for aught I know, Married. Grim. How! Rich. Yet your patience : The place, 'tis Friar Bonaventure's cell. Here 'tis, in this box: Rich. Grim. And mine to you. Rich. So if this hit, I'll laugh and hug revenge; [Exit. Enter PHILOTIS. Phi. Uncle? 1 Contracted. Rich. My lovely niece! You have bethought ye? Yes, and, as you counselled, Phi. He will to-night be married: for he fears His uncle else, if he should know the drift, Will hinder all, and call his coz to shrift. Rich. To-night! why, best of all: but, let me see— Ay-ha! yes, so it shall be-in disguise We'll early to the friar's; I have thought on't. Phi. Uncle, he comes. Rich. Enter BERGETTO and POGGIO. Welcome, my worthy coz. Ber. Lass, pretty lass, come buss, lass! - A-ha, Poggio! Rich. [Aside.] There's hope of this yet.— [Kisses her. You shall have time enough; withdraw a little; We must confer at large. Ber. Have you not sweetmeats or dainty devices for me? Phi. You shall have enough, sweetheart. Ber. Sweetheart! mark that, Poggio.-By my troth, I cannot choose but kiss thee once more for that word, sweetheart."-Poggio, I have a monstrous swelling about my stomach. whatsoever the matter be. Pog. You shall have physic for't, sir. Rich. Time runs apace. Ber. Time's a blockhead. Rich. Be ruled: when we have done what's fit to do, Then you may kiss your fill, and bed her too. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-ANNABELLA'S Chamber. A table with wax lights; ANNABELLA at confession before the Friar; she weeps and wrings her hands. Friar. I'm glad to see this penance; for, believe me, You have unripped a soul so foul and guilty, The earth hath borne you up: but weep, weep on, Whiles I do read a lecture. Ann. Wretched creature! Friar. Ay, you are wretched, miserably wretched, Yet can he never die; there lies the wanton Ann. Mercy! O, mercy! Friar. There stand these wretched things Who have dreamed out whole years in lawless sheets And secret incests, cursing one another. Then you will wish each kiss your brother gave New motions in your heart: say, how is't with you? |