ACT IV. SCENE I. An Apartment in the Palace. Enter DUKE, FIORMONDA, and D'Avolos. Fior. Art thou Caraffa? is there in thy veins Canst thou ingross a slavish shame, which men, D'Av. One, my lord, that doth so palpably, so apparently make her adulteries a trophy, whiles the poting-stick' to her unsatiate and more than 5 Poting-stick.] A poting, or, as it was more commonly called, a poking-stick, was a slender rod of bone or steel, for setting the plaits of ruffs, cuffs, &c. after starching. The name of this little implement grievously annoys old Stubbes; it was given to it, he says, by the devil, who brought in the practice of starching it might, perhaps, have been more elegant; otherwise, I do not see much amiss in it. Archdeacon Nares, in his valuable Glossary, quotes poted. On which he says, " I have seen this word only in the following instance, and do not exactly know its meaning: "He keeps a starcht gate, weares a formall ruffe, A nosegay, set face, and a poted cuffe." Hayw. Brit. iv. 20. The meaning is clear enough: a cuff, of which the plaits had goatish abomination jeers at, and flouts your sleepish, and more than sleepish security. Fior. What is she, but the sallow-colour'd brat Of some unlanded bankrupt, taught to catch The easy fancy of young prodigal bloods, In springes of her stew-instructed art?Here's your most virtuous duchess! your rare piece! D'Av. More base in the infiniteness of her sensuality than corruption can infect:-to clip and inveigle your friend too! oh unsufferable!a friend! how of all men are you most unfortunate: -to pour out your soul into the bosom of such a creature, as 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; For pity's cause, I beg it. Fior. Be a prince! Thou hadst better, duke, thou hadst, been born a peasant. Now boys will sing thy scandal in the streets, been starched, and stiffened and puffed out by the poting-stick. My old schoolmaster wore a coat with a cuff of this kind; it was large, and turned back very far on the sleeve. The good man had figured in it for half a century on Sundays; but, I grieve to say, it excited in his latter days more mirth than reverence in the ungracious urchins who followed him to church. This note (otherwise of no value) may serve to shew that poted cuffs came down, at least in the remote provinces, to Queen Anne's days. By making pageants of thee, and invent horns Resemble thee, and call it Pavy's duke. Duke. Endless immortal plague! may for 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 farther 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 Is scarleted in ruddy flakes of wrath; And like some bearded meteor shall suck up, From whom I take the surfeit of my bane, Fior. Why, now I hear you speak in majesty. near In nature, and as near to me in love. Malice or envy, or such woman's frailty, And vow again, by all [our] princely blood, or Fior. Or what? you will be mad? be rather wise; Think on Ferentes first, and think by whom Duke. Shrewdly urged,-'tis piercing. Fior. For looking on a sight shall split your soul. You shall not care; I'll undertake myself 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, One day, one hour, one minute, to wear out Which is not borrowed from a royal vengeance, Fury and wrong,-nay, kneel down-[They kneel.] let me die More wretched than despair, reproach, contempt, 6 If the moon serve, some that are safe shall bleed. 6 If the moon serve, some that are safe shall bleed.] In Ford's time, and indeed long before and after it, the days of the moon, held to be propitious to bleeding, were distinguished by particular marks; and such was the absurd reliance on this ignorant medley of quackery and superstition, that few families would have ventured on the operation on one of the dies nefasti. |