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Friar. What's this I hear?

Ann. That man, that blessed friar,
Who join'd in ceremonial knot my hand
To him whose wife I now am, told me oft,
I trod the path to death, and shew'd me how.
But they who sleep in lethargies of lust,
Hug their confusion, making Heaven unjust;
And so didT.

Friar. Here's music to the soul!
Ann. Forgive me, my good Genius, and this


tuined to a

Be helpful to my ends; let some good man
Pass this way, to whose trust I may

This paper, double lined with tears and blood;
Which being granted, here I sadly vow.
Repentance, and a leaving of that life
I long have died in.

Friar. Lady, Heaven hath heard you,
And hath by providence ordaind, that I
Should be his minister for your behoof.

Ann. Ha, what are you?

Friar. Your brother's friend, the Friar;
Glad in my soul that I have liv'd to hear
This free confession ’twixt your peace and you:
What would you, or to whom? fear not to speak.
Ann. Is Heaven so bountiful ?—then I have

More favour than I hoped; here, holy man-

[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 !

your bride

Sor. I am resolv’d; urge not another word;
My thoughts are great, and all as resolute
As thunder; in mean time, I'll cause our lady
To deck herself in all her bridal robes;
Kiss her, and fold her gently in my arms.
Begone—yet hear you, are the banditti ready
To wait in ambush ?

Vas. Good sir, trouble not yourself about other
business than your own resolution; remember that
time lost cannot be recalled.
Sor. With all the cunning words thou cans

The states of Parma to my birth-day's feast :
Haste to my brother-rival and his father, der
Entreat them gently, bid them not to fail ;
Be speedy, and return.

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




A Room in Florio's House.

Gio. Busy opinion is an idle fool,
That, as a school-rod keeps a child in awe,
Frights th' unexperienced temper of the mind : /
So did it me; who, ere my precious sister
Was married, thought all taste of love would die

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In such a contract; but I find no change
Of pleasure in this formal law of sports.
She is still one to me, and every kiss
As sweet and as delicious as the first
I reap'd, when yet the privilege of youth
Entitled her a virgin. O the glory
Of two united hearts like hers and mine!
Let poring book-men dream of other worlds ;
My world, and all of happiness, is here,
And I'd not change it for the best to come:
A life of pleasure is Elysium.

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Enter FRIAR.
Father, you enter on the jubilee
Of my retired delights; now I can tell you,
The hell you oft have prompted, is nought else
But slavish and fond superstitious fear;
And I could prove it too —-

Friär. Thy blindness slays thee:
Look there, 'tis writ to thee. [Gives him the letter.

Gio. From whom?

Friar. Unrip the seals and see;
The blood's yet seething hot, that will anon
Be frozen harder than congealed coral.-
Why d'ye change colour, son ?

Gio. 'Fore heaven, you make
Some petty devil factor 'twixt my love
And your religion-masked sorceries.
Where had you this?

Friar. Thy conscience, youth, is seard,
Else thou would'st stoop to warning.

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.

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