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SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Palace.
IOR. Art thou Caraffa ? is there in thy
veins One drop of blood that issued from the
loins Of Pavy's ancient dukes? or dost thou
On great Lorenzo's seat, our glorious father,
D'Av. One, my lord, that doth so palpably, so apparently make her adulteries a trophy, whiles the potingstick? to her unsatiate and more than goatish abomination jeers at and flouts your sleepish, and more than sleepish, security.
Fior. What is she but the sallow-coloured brat
2 Or poking-stick, a slender rod of bone or steel, for setting the plaits of ruffs, cuffs, &c., after starching.
In springes of her stew-instructed art ?-
D'Av. More base in the infiniteness of her sensuality than corruption can infect :- to clip and inveigle your friend too! O, unsufferable !—a friend ! how of all men are you most unfortunate !—to pour out your soul into the bosom of such a creature aş holds it religion to make your own trust a key to open the passage to your own wife's womb, to be drunk in the privacies of your bed ! think upon that, sir..
Duke. Be gentle in your tortures, e'en for pity;
Be a prince !
Duke. Endless immortal plague !
D'Av. There's the mischief, sir : in the meantime you shall be sure to have a bastard-of whom you did not so much as beget a little toe, a left ear, or half the further side of an upper lip-inherit both your throne and name: this would kill the soul of very patience itself.
Duke. Forbear; the ashy paleness of my cheek
Fior. Why, now I hear you speak in majesty.
Duke. Does it?--Come hither, sister. Thou art near
Fior. Or what? you will be mad ? be rather wise;
Shrewdly urged,-—'tis piercing.
D'Av. Right. Would you desire, my lord, to see them exchange kisses, sucking one another's lips, nay, begetting an heir to the dukedom, or practising more than the very act of adultery itself? Give but a little way by a feigned absence, and you shall find 'em-I
blush to speak doing what: I am mad to think on't; you are most shamefully, most sinfully, most scornfully cornuted.
Duke. D’ye play upon me? as I am your prince, There's some shall roar for this! Why, what was I, Both to be thought or made so vile a thing ? Stay, madam marquess,-ho, Roderico, you, sir, -Bear witness that if ever I neglect One day, one hour, one minute, to wear out With toil of plot or practice of conceit My busy skull, till I have found a death More horrid than the bull of Phalaris, Or all the fabling poets' dreaming whips; If ever I take rest, or force a smile Which is not borrowed from a royal vengeance, Before I know which way to satisfy Fury and wrong,—nay, kneel down [They kneel],- let
me die More wretched than despair, reproach, contempt, Laughter, and poverty itself can make me ! Let's rise on all sides friends [They rise] :--now all's
agreed : If the moon serve, some that are safe shall bleed."
Enter BIANCA, FERNANDO, and MORONA.
Bianca ! ha, how is't ?
D'Av. [Aside to FIORMONDA] I do not like this now; it shows scurvily to me.
Bian. My lord, we have a suit; your friend and IDuke. [Aside] She puts my friend before, most kindly
i Certain states of the moon were considered especially favourable for the operation of bleeding.
Bian. Must join-
My lord !
Must join, you sayBian. That you will please to set Mauruccio At liberty ; this gentlewoman here Hath, by agreement made betwixt them two, Obtained him for her husband: good my lord, Let me entreat; I dare engage mine honour He's innocent in any wilful fault.
Duke. Your honour, madam ! now beshrew you for’t, T'engage your honour on so slight a ground : Honour's a precious jewel, I can tell you; Nay, 'tis, Bianca ; go to !--D'Avolos, Bring us Mauruccio hither. D'Av. I shall, my lord.
I humbly thank your grace, Fern. And, royal sir, since Julia and Colona, Chief actors in Ferentes' tragic end, Were, through their ladies' mediation, Freed by your gracious pardon; I, in .pity, Tendered this widow's friendless misery; For whose reprieve I shall, in humblest duty, Be ever thankful.
Re-enter D'Avolos with MAURUCCIO in rags, and
GIACOPO weeping. Mau. Come you, my learned counsel, do not roar; If I must hang, why, then, lament therefore : You may rejoice, and both, no doubt, be great To serve your prince, when I am turned worms'-meat. I fear my lands and all I have is begged ;? Else, woe is me, why should I be so ragged ?
D'Av. Come on, sir; the duke stays for you. Mau. O, how my stomach doth begin to puke, When I do hear that only word, the duke!
11, e. As a condemned person.