Duke. My heart is split! I knew D'Av. Take courage, be a prince in resolution it would nettle you in the fire of your composition, and was loth to have given the first report of this more than ridiculous blemish to all patience or moderation: but, O, my lord, what would not a subject do to approve his loyalty to his sovereign? Yet, good sir, take it as quietly as you can: I must needs say 'tis a foul fault; but what man is he under the sun that is free from the career of his destiny? May be she will in time reclaim the errors of her youth; or 'twere a great happiness in you, if you could not believe it; that's the surest way, my lord, in my poor counsel. Duke. The icy current of my frozen blood Is kindled up in agonies as hot As flames of burning sulphur. O, my fate! That he should be the man! death above utterance ! D'Av. Duke. My lord,- If not, I'll tear thee joint by joint.-Phew! methinks D'Av. As for that, 'would it were as good as I would make it! I can, if you will temper your distractions, but bring you where you shall see it; no more. Duke. See it! sim D'Av. Ay, see it, if that be proof sufficient. I, for my part, will slack no service that may testify my plicity. Duke. Enough. Fer. Enter FERNANDO. What news, Fernando? Is now upon arrival ; all your servants Attend your presence. Duke. Sir, the abbot We will give him welcome As shall befit our love and his respect. [Exit with FERNANDO. D'Av. Excellent! now for a horned moon. [Music within.] But I hear the preparation for the entertainment of this great abbot. Let him come and go, that matters nothing to this; whiles he rides abroad in hope to purchase a purple hat, our duke shall as earnestly heat the pericranion of his noddle with a yellow hood at home. hear 'em coming. Loud music. Enter Servants with torches; then the Duke, followed by FERNANDO, BIANCA, FIORMONDA, PETRUCHIO, and NIBRASSA, at one side; two Friars, the Abbot and Attendants at the other. The Duke ana Abbot meet and salute; BIANCA and the rest salute, and are saluted; they rank themselves, and pass over the stage; the Choir singing. On to your victuals; some of ye, I know, feed upon wormwood. [Exit. SCENE IV. Another Apartment in the Palace. Enter PETRUCHIO and NIBRASSA with napkins, as from supper. Pet. The duke's on rising: are you ready? ho! [Within.] All ready. Nib. Then, Petruchio, arm thyself with courage and resolution; and do not shrink from being stayed on thy own virtue. Pet. I am resolved.-Fresh lights !---I hear 'em coming. Enter Attendants with lights, before the Duke, Abbot, BIANCA, FIORMONDA, FERNANDO, and D'AVOLOS. Duke. Right reverend uncle, though our minds be scanted In giving welcome as our hearts would wish, Abbot. Great duke, your worthy honours Duke. Our humble duty!— Seat you, my lords.-Now let the masquers enter. Enter, in an antic fashion, FERENTES, ROSEILLI, and MAURUCCIO at several doors; they dance a short time. Suddenly enter to them COLONA, JULIA, and MORONA in odd shapes, and dance: the men gaze at them, and are invited by the women to dance. They dance together sundry changes; at last FERENTES is closed in,MAURUCCIO and ROSEILLI being shook off, stand at different ends of the stage gazing. The women join hands and dance round FERENTES with divers complimental offers of courtship; at length they suddenly fall upon him and stab him; he falls, and they run out at several doors. The music ceases. Feren. Uncase me; I am slain in jest. A pox upon your outlandish feminine antics! pull off my visor; I shall bleed to death ere I have time to feel where I : am hurt.-Duke, I am slain off with my visor; for heaven's sake, off with my visor ! Duke. Slain!-Take his visor off [They unmask FERENTES]: we are betrayed: Seize on them! two are yonder : hold Ferentes : Follow the rest: apparent treachery! Abbot. Holy Saint Bennet, what a sight is this! Re-enter JULIA, COLONA, and MORONA unmasked, each with a child in her arms. Jul. Be not amazed, great princes, but vouchsafe And pawned his truth, to marry each of us; Our public shames but by his public fall, Which thus we have contrived: nor do we blush For when in sad complaints we claimed his vows, 66 Col. I was too quickly won," you slave! too old," you dog! Jul. I, and I never shall forget the wrong,- Feren. 0, 0, 0 ! [Stabs him. Duke. Forbear, you monstrous women! do not add Murder to lust: your lives shall pay this forfeit. Feren. Pox upon all cod-piece extravagancy! I am peppered-0, 0, O!—Duke, forgive me!-Had I rid any tame beasts but Barbary wild colts, I had not been thus jerked out of the saddle. My forfeit was in my blood; and my life hath answered it. Vengeance on all wild |