But wherefore drop thy words in such a sloth, With thy misfortunes? Understand me thoroughly; That thou might'st every day be telling somewhat, Cleo. From his own fair hands I did receive my sister. Mel. To requite him, We will not dig his father's grave anew, Although the mention of him much concerns We parted in a hurry at the court; I to this castle, after made my jail; Rhe. Now they fall to't; I look'd for this. Ero. I, by my uncle's care.. Sophronos, my good uncle, suddenly Was like a sailor's boy convey'd a-shipboard, Mel. A policy quick and strange. Ero. The ship was bound for Corinth, whither first, Attended only with your servant Rhetias, From thence, in habit of a youth, we journey'd Mel. Oh, what a thing is man, To bandy factions of distemper'd passions, Ero. So I obey'd My uncle's wise command. Mel. 'Twas safely carried; I humbly thank thy fate. Ero. If earthly treasures Are pour'd in plenty down from heaven on mortals, In schools of sacred knowledge, such is Athens ; Been always comfortable to me, certainly Mel. Speak low, Eroclea, That "something of the prince" bears danger in it: Yet thou hast travell'd, wench, for such endowments, As might create a prince a wife fit for him, Rhe. Sir, with your noble favour, Perceiv'd with what a hopeless love his son, Lord Menaphon, too eagerly pursued Your daughter, my young lady, and her cousin, My thankfulness to heaven, and those people Rhe. Here's the glass, sir. Mel. I'm in the trim too.-O Cleophila, This was the goodness of thy care, and cunning [Loud Music. Whence comes this noise? [They kneel. Enter PALADOR, SOPHRONOS, ARETUS, AMETHUS, Pal. You shall not kneel to us; rise all, I charge you. Father, you wrong your age; henceforth my arms In comforts, as in years! The offices Mel. My tears must thank you, For my tongue cannot. Cor. I have kept my promise, And given you a sure cordial. Mel. Oh, a rare one. Pal. Good man! we both have shar'd enough of sadness, Though thine has tasted deeper of the extreme; [Takes ERO, by the hand. Mel. My brains are dull'd; I am entranced and know not what you mean. Pal. Eroclea was, you know, contracted mine; Cleophila my cousin's, by consent Of both their hearts; we both now claim our own: Rhe. Sir, 'tis truth and justice. Mel. The gods, that lent you to me, bless your Vows! Oh, children, children, pay your prayers to heaven, 'TIS PITY SHE'S A WHORE. TO THE TRULY NOBLE JOHN, EARL OF PETERBOROUGH, LORD MORDAUNT, BARON OF TURVEY. MY LORD,-Where a truth of merit hath a general warrant, there love is but a debt, acknowledgment a justice. Greatness cannot often claim virtue by inheritance; yet, in this, Your's appears most eminent, for that you are not more rightly heir to your fortunes than glory shall be to your memory. Sweetness of disposition ennobles a freedom of birth; in both, your lawful interest adds honour to your own name, and mercy to my presumption. Your noble allowance of these first fruits of my leisure, in the action, emboldens my confidence of your as noble construction in this presentment; especially since my service must ever owe particular duty to your favours, by a particular engagement. The gravity of the subject may easily excuse the lightness of the title, otherwise I had been a severe judge against mine own guilt. Princes have vouchsafed grace to trifles offered from a purity of devotion; your Lordship may likewise please to admit into your good opinion, with these weak endeavours, the constancy of affection from the sincere lover of your deserts in honour. JOHN FORD, SCENE I.-Friar BONAVENTURA'S Cell. Enter Friar and GIOVANNI. ACT I. Friar. Dispute no more in this; for know, These are no school points; nice philosophy But Heaven admits no jest: wits that presumed : Gio. Gentle father, Another word untold, which hath not spoke That beauty, which, if fram'd anew, the gods So much the more by nature? by the links One soul, one flesh, one love, one heart, one all? Friar. Have done, unhappy youth! for thou art lost. Gio. Shall, then, for that I am her brother born, Of pity and compassion; from your age, The life of counsel: tell me, holy man, Gio. O do not speak of that, dear confessor. Thy government, behaviour, learning, speech, Leave her, and take thy choice, 'tis much less sin; Gio. As a voice of life. [flames Friar. Hie to thy father's house, there lock thee fast Alone within thy chamber; then fall down Gio. All this I'll do, to free me from the rod Of vengeance; else I'll swear my fate's my god. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Street, before FLORIO's House. Enter GRIMALDI and VASQUES, with their Swords drawn. Vas. Come, sir, stand to your tackling; if you prove craven, I'll make you run quickly. Grim. Thou art no equal match for me. Vas. Indeed I never went to the wars to bring home news; nor I cannot play the mountebank for a meal's meat, and swear I got my wounds in the field. See you these grey hairs? they'll not flinch for a bloody nose. Wilt thou to this gear? Grim. Why, slave, think'st thou I'll balance my reputation with a cast-suit? Call thy master, he shall know that I dare Vas. Scold like a cot-quean:-that's your pro fession. Thou poor shadow of a soldier, I will make thee know my master keeps servants, thy betters in quality and performance. Com'st thou to fight or prate? Grim. Neither, with thee. I am a Roman and a gentleman; one that have got mine honour wich expense of blood. Vas. You are a lying coward, and a fool. Fight, or by these hilts I'll kill thee-brave my loed! You'll fight? Grim. Provoke me not, for if thou dost- [They fight, GRINALDI is worstel. Enter FLORIO, DONADO, and SORANDO, from opposite Sidies. Flo. What mean these sudden broils so near my doors? Have you not other places, but my house, To broach these quarrels; you are ever forward Enter above ANNABELLA and PUTANA. Flo. What's the ground? Sor. That, with your patience, signiors, I'll resolve: This gentleman, whom fame reports a soldier, But know, Grimaldi, though, may be, thou art A lowness in thy mind; which, wert thou noble, Vas. And had not your sudden coming prevented us, I had let my gentleman blood under the gills; I should have worm'd you, sir, for running mad. Flo. My lord Soranzo, this is strange to me; Why you should storm, having my word engaged: Owing her heart, what need you doubt her ear? Losers may talk, by law of any game. Vas. Yet the villainy of words, Signior Flono, may be such, as would make any unspleened dove choleric. Blame not my lord in this. Flo. Be you more silent; I would not for my wealth, my daughter's love [Erment. Put. How like you this, child? here's threat ening, challenging, quarrelling, and fighting, on every side, and all is for your sake; you had need look to yourself, charge, you'll be stolen away sleeping else shortly. Ann. But, tutoress, such a life gives no content To me, my thoughts are fix'd on other ends. Would you would leave me ! Put. Leave you! no marvel else; leave me no leaving, charge; this is love outright. Indeed, I blame you not; you have choice fit for the best lady in Italy. Ann. Pray do not talk so much. Put. Take the worst with the best, there's Grimaldi the soldier, a very well-timber'd fellow. They say he's a Roman, nephew to the Duke Montferrato; they say he did good service in the wars against the Milanese; but, 'faith, charge, I do not like him, an't be for nothing but for being a soldier not one amongst twenty of your skirmishing captains but have some privy maim or other, that mars their standing upright. I like him the worse, he crinkles so much in the hams: though he might serve if there were no more men, yet he's not the man I would choose. : Ann. Fie, how thou prat'st! Put. As I am a very woman, I like Signior Soranzo well; he is wise, and what is more, rich and what is more than that, kind; and what is more than all this, a nobleman: such a one, were I the fair Annabella myself, I would wish and pray for. Then he is bountiful; besides, he is handsome, and by my troth, I think, wholesome, and that's news in a gallant of three-and-twenty: liberal, that I know; loving, that you know; and a man sure, else he could never have purchased such a good name with Hippolita, the lusty widow, in her husband's lifetime. An 'twere but for that Comreport, sweetheart, would he were thine! mend a man for his qualities, but take a husband as he is a plain, sufficient, naked man; such a one is for your bed, and such a one is Signior Soranzo, my life for't. Ann. Sure the woman took her morning's draught too soon. Enter BERGETTO and POGGIO. Put. But look, sweetheart, look what thing comes now! Here's another of your ciphers to fill up the number: Oh, brave old ape in a silken coat! Observe. Berg. Didst thou think, Poggio, that I would spoil my new clothes, and leave my dinner, to fight! Pog. No, sir, I did not take you for so arrant a baby. Ann. This idiot haunts me too. Put. Ay, ay, he needs no description. The rich magnifico that is below with your father, charge, Signior Donado, his uncle, for that he means to make this, his cousin, a golden calf, thinks that you will be a right Israelite, and fall down to him presently: but I hope I have tutored you better. They say a fool's bauble is a lady's play-fellow; yet you, having wealth enough, you need not cast upon the dearth of flesh, at any rate. Hang him, innocent! GIOVANNI passes over the Stage. Ann. But see, Putana, see! what blessed shape Pul. Where? Ann. Look below. Put. Oh, 'tis your brother, sweet. Put. 'Tis your brother. Ann. Sure 'tis not he; this is some woeful Wrapp'd up in grief, some shadow of a man. [Aside, and exit with PUT. SCENE III.-A Hall in FLORIO'S House. Gio. Lost! I am lost! my fates have doom'd The more I strive, I love; the more I love, I thoroughly have examined, but in vain. To make our love a god, and worship it! I have even wearied heaven with pray'rs, dried up Could counsel, I have practised; but, alas! I find all these but dreams, and old men's tales, Berg. I am wiser than so: for I hope, Poggio, Oh me! she comes. thou never heardst of an elder brother that was a coxcomb; didst, Poggio? Pog. Never indeed, sir, as long as they had either land or money left them to inherit. Berg. Is it possible, Poggio? Oh, monstrous ! Why, I'll undertake, with a handful of silver, to buy a headful of wit at any time: but, sirrah, I have another purchase in hand; I shall have the wench, mine uncle says. I will but wash my face, and shift socks; and then have at her, i'faith.Mark my pace, Poggio! [Passes over the stage. Pog. Sir, I have seen an ass and a mule trot the Spanish pavin with a better grace, I know not how often. [Aside, and following him. Enter ANNABELLA and PUTANA. Ann. Brother! Giov. If such a thing As courage dwell in men, ye heavenly powers, Ann. Why, brother, Giov. Yes; how do you, sister? [Aside. Ann. Howe'er I am, methinks you are not well. |