1 Fern. Or any thing that I could challenge mine, I serve in love the sister of my prince! Would that, Fior. 'Tis for your prince's sake, then, not for mine? Fern. For you in him, and much for him in you. I must acknowledge, madam, I observe In your affects1 a thing to me most strange, Fior. Pray, tell it. Fern. Gladly, lady: I see how opposite to youth and custom Of so renowned a prince as was your lord. Fior. Now, good my lord, no more of him. I know it is a needless task in me To set him forth in his deservèd praise; So much more was your loss in losing him. As I to range in. Fior. Sir, enough: 'tis true Of him! He well deserved your labour. On his deathbed This ring he gave me, bade me never part With this but to the man I loved as dearly As I loved him: yet since you know which way To your deserts wear this for him and me. 1 Affections. [Offers him the ring. Fern. O, then, far be it my unhallowed hand With any rude intrusion should annul A testament enacted by the dead! Fior. Why, man, that testament is disannulled. And cancelled quite by us that live. Look here, My blood is not yet freezed; for better instance, Be judge yourself; experience is no danger— Cold are my sighs; but, feel, my lips are warm. Fern. What means the virtuous marquess? [Kisses him. To new-kiss The oath to thee, which whiles he lived was his : Fern. Fior. To love! To meet Sweetness of language in discourse as sweet? Fern. Madam, 'twere dulness past the ignorance Of common blockheads not to understand I said I made a vow-- Enter BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, COLONA, and D'AVOLOS. [Aside] Blessèd deliverance ! Fior. [Aside.] Prevented? mischief on this interrup tion! Bian. My Lord Fernando, you encounter fitly I have a suit t'ye. Fern. 'Tis my duty, madam, To be commanded. Bian. Since my lord the duke Is now disposed to mirth, the time serves well Fior. To court! indeed, You have some cause to speak; he undertook, In honour of your picture; marry, did he. There's not a groom o' the querry could have matched The jolly riding-man: pray, get him back; I do not need his service, madam, I. Bian. Not need it, sister? why, I hope you think 'Tis no necessity in me to move it, More than respect of honour. Honour! puh! Fior. Fior. [Aside.] How! is't even so ? I shall for ever bless Your highness for your gracious kind esteem Of my I dare affirm 'tis no important fault I hope so too. Bian. D'Av. Let your highness, and you all, my lords, take advice how you motion his excellency on Roseilli's behalf; there is more danger in that man than is fit to be publicly reported. I could wish things were otherwise or his own sake; but I'll assure ye, you will exceedingly alter his excellency's disposition he now is in, if you but mention the name of Roseilli to his ear; I am so much acquainted in the process of his actions. Bian. If it be so, I am the sorrier, sir: I'm loth to move my lord unto offence; Yet I'll adventure chiding. Fern. [Aside.] O, had I India's gold, I'd give it all T'exchange one private word, one minute's breath, With this heart-wounding beauty! Enter the Duke, FERENTES, and NIBRASSA. A morris-dance were but a tragedy Compared to that: well, we will see the youth.- Bian. We, my lord, Were talking of the horsemanship in France, Which, as your friend reports, he thinks exceeds All other nations. 1 i.e. Beyond my nature, the spleen being regarded as the sourec of any sudden and violent ebullition. Duke. How! why, have not we As gallant riders here? Fern. None that I know. Duke. Pish, your affection leads you; I dare wage A thousand ducats, not a man in France Outrides Roseilli. Fior. [Aside.] I shall quit this wrong. Fern. I hear he was commanded from the court. D'Av. [Aside.] O, confusion on this villainous occasion ! Duke. True; but we meant a day or two at most Should be his furthest term. Where's D'Avolos? Not yet returned? D'Av. [Advancing.] My lord? Duke. You know our mind: How comes it thus to pass we miss Roseilli? D'Av. My lord, in a sudden discontent I hear he departed towards Benevento, determining, as I am given to understand, to pass to Seville, minding to visit his cousin, Don Pedro de Toledo, in the Spanish court. Duke. The Spanish court! now by the blessèd bones Beneath my foot: ha, you! you know my mind; Pet. [Aside.] Here's fine juggling! Bian. Good sir, be not so moved. 'Tis such a gross indignity; I'd rather Fie, fie, Bianca, |