Jul. Your bounty and your love, my love, must justly

Engage a thankfulness.

Flav.

Indeed,

Varieties of entertainment here

Have so exceeded all account of plenty,
That you have left, great sir, no rarities
Except an equal welcome, which may purchase
Opinion of a common hospitality.

Oct. But for this grace, madam, I will lay open Before your judgments, which I know can rate them,

A cabinet of jewels, rich and lively,

The world can show none goodlier; those I prize Dear as my life.-Nephew.

Troy.

Sir, I obey you.

Flav. Jewels, my lord?

Oct.

[Exit.

No stranger's eye e'er view'd them,

Unless your brother Romanello haply

Was woo'd unto a sight for his approvement;
No more.

Rom. Not I, I do protest: I hope, sir,
You cannot think I am a lapidary :

I skill in jewels!

Oct.

'Tis a proper quality

For any gentleman; your other friends,

May be, are not so coy.

Jul.

Who? they? they know not

A topaze from an opal.

Cam.

We are ignorant

which are not common.

Vesp.

But his lordship

Is pleased, it seems, to try our ignorance.
For passage of the time, till they are brought,
Pray look upon a letter lately sent me.
Lord Julio, madam, Romanello, read

A novelty; 'tis written from Bononie'.
Fabricio, once a merchant in this city,
Is entered into orders, and receiv'd
Amongst the capuchins a fellow: news
Which ought not any ways to be unpleasant;
Certain, I can assure it.

Jul.

He at last has

Bestow'd himself upon a glorious service.

Rom. Most happy man!-I now forgive the in

juries

Thy former life expos'd thee too.

Turn capuchin !

Liv. [Aside.]
He! whilst I stand a cypher, and fill up

Only an useless sum to be laid out

In an unthrifty lewdness, that must buy

Both name and riot. Oh, my fickle destiny! Rom. Sister, you cannot taste this course but bravely,

But thankfully.

Flav.

He's now dead to the world,

And lives to Heaven: a saint's reward reward

him!

My only lov'd lord, all your fears are henceforth
Confined unto a sweet and happy penance.

Enter TROYLO, CASTAMELA, CLARELLA, FLO-
RIA, SILVIA, and MOROSA.

Oct. Behold, I keep my word: these are the jewels

Deserve a treasury; I can be prodigal

Amongst my friends; examine well their lustre, Does it not sparkle? Wherefore dwells your silence

In such amazement?

name.

Bononie.] The city of Bologna in Italy, from its Latin

Liv. [Aside.]

Patience, keep within me,

Leap not yet rudely into scorn of anger!
Flav. Beauties incomparable!

Oct.

Romanello,

I have been only steward to your pleasures;

You lov'd this lady once; what say you now to

her?

Cast. I must not court you, sir.

Rom.

By no means, fair one;
Enjoy your life of greatness. Sure the spring
Is past, the Bower of Fancies is quite wither'd,
And offered like a lottery to be drawn ;

I dare not venture for a blank, excuse me.-
Exquisite jewels!

Liv.

Troy.

Hark ye, Troylo.

Spare me.

Oct. You then renounce all right in Castamela? Say, Romanello.

Rom.

Troy.

Gladly.

Then I must not.

Thus I embrace mine own, my wife: confirm it.
And when I fail', my dearest, to deserve thee,
Comforts and life shall fail me.

Am I cozened?

A better sister", he a better friend
Than my dull brains could fashion.
Rom.

Thus when I fail.] So the quarto reads. The compositor most probably caught the first word from the preceding line. Brother. This is the corrupt reading of the quarto.

Oct. You are not, Romanello: we examined
On what conditions your affections fix'd,

And found them merely courtship; but my nephew
Lov'd with a faith resolv'd, and us'd his policy
To draw the lady into this society,

More freely to discover his sincerity;

Even without Livio's knowledge, thus succeeded,
And prosper'd: he's my heir, and she deserv'd him.
Jul. Storm not at what is past.

Flav.
A fate as happy
May crown you with a full content.

Oct.

Whatever

Report hath talk'd of me abroad, and these,
Know they are all my nieces, are the daughters
To my dead only sister; this their guardianness
Since they first saw the world: indeed, my mis-

tresses

They are, I have none other; how brought up
Their qualities may speak. Now, Romanello,
And gentlemen, for such I know ye all,
Portions they shall not want, both fit and worthy;
Nor will I look on fortune; if you like,

Court them and win them, here is free access,
In mine own court henceforth: Only for thee,
Livio, I wish Clarella were allotted.

Liv. Most noble lord, I am struck silent.
Flav.

Here's noble choice.

Rom.

Brother,

Frenzy, how didst thou seize me?

Clar. We knew you, sir, in Pragniolo's posture. Flo. Were merry at the sight.

Sil.

And gave you welcome.

Mor. Indeed, forsooth, and so we did, an't like

you.

Oct. Enough, enough. Now, to shut up the

night,

Some menial servants of mine own are ready

For to present a merriment; they intend
According to th' occasion of the meeting,
In several shapes to show how love o'ersways
All men of several conditions, soldier,

Gentry, fool, scholar, merchant-man, and clown:
A harmless recreation.-Take your places.

Enter SPADONE, SECCO, NITIDO, and other Maskers, and dance.

Your duties are perform'd. Henceforth, Spadone,
Cast off thy borrow'd title. Nephew Troylo,
His mother gave thee suck; esteem him honestly.
Lights for the lodgings! 'tis high time for rest.—
Great men may be mistook when they mean best.