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Friar. What's this I hear?
Ann. That man, that blessed friar,
Friar. Here's music to the soul!
tuined to a
Be helpful to my ends; let some good man
Friar. Lady, Heaven hath heard you,
Ann. Ha, what are you?
Friar. Your brother's friend, the Friar;
[Throws down a letter. Commend me to my brother, give him that, That letter; bid him read it, and repent.
Tell him that I, imprison'd in my chamber, Barr’d of all company, even of my guardian, (Which gives me cause of much suspect) have
time To blush at what hath past; bid him be wise, And not believe the friendship of my lord; I fear much more than I can speak: good father, The place is dangerous, and spies are busy. I must break off.-you'll do't ?
Friar. Be sure I will, And fly with speed :- -my blessing ever rest With thee, my daughter; live, to die more blest !
[Exit. Ann. Thanks to the heavens, who have pro
long'd my breath To this good use! now I can welcome death.
[Withdraws from the window.
Another Room in the same.
Enter SORANzo and VASQUES. Vas. Am I to be believed now ? first, marry a strumpet that cast herself away upon you but to laugh at your horns! to feast on your disgrace, riot in your vexations, cuckold
in bed, waste your estate upon panders and bawds! Sor. No more,
say, no more. Vas. A cuckold is a goodly tame beast, my lord !
Sor. I am resolv’d; urge not another word;
Vas. Good sir, trouble not yourself about other
Vas. Let not your pity betray you, till my coming back; think upon incest and cuckoldry.
Sor. Revenge is all the ambition I aspire, t.1.!! To that I'll climb or fall; my blood's on fire.com
In such a contract; but I find no change
Friär. Thy blindness slays thee:
Gio. From whom?
Friar. Unrip the seals and see;
Gio. 'Fore heaven, you make
Friar. Thy conscience, youth, is seard,
Gio. "Tis her hand, I know't; and 'tis all written in her blood. She writes I know not what. Death! I'll not
fear An armed thunderbolt aim'd at my heart. . She writes, we are discover'd-pox on dreams Of low faint-hearted cowardice !-discover'd ? The devil we are! which way is't possible? Are we grown traitors to our own delights? Confusion take such dotage! 'tis but forged; This is your peevish chattering, weak old man ! Now, sir, what news bring you ?
Enter VASQUES. Vas. My lord, according to his yearly custom, keeping this day a feast in honour of his birthday, by me invites you thither. Your worthy father, with the pope's reverend nuncio, and other magnificoes of Parma, have promised their presence; will’t please you to be of the number? Gio. Yes, tell [him] I dare come. Vas. Dare come? Gio. So I said; and tell him more, I will come. Vas. These words are strange to me. Gio. Say, I will come. Vas. You will not miss ? Gio. Yet more! I'll come, sir. Are you an
swered? Vas. So I'll say--my service to you. [Exit. Friar. You will not go, I trust.