Vit. Pray, my Lord, let him speak his usual tongue, I'll make no answer else. Fra. Why, you understand Latin. Vit. I do, Sir, but amongst this auditory Which come to hear my cause, the half or more Mon. Go on, Sir. Vit. By your favor, I will not have my accusation clouded In a strange tongue : all this assembly Fra. Signior, You need not stand on't much; pray, change your lan guage. Mon. Oh, for God's sake! gentlewoman, your credit Shall be more famous by it. Law. Well then have at you. Vit. I am the mark, Sir, I'll give aim to you, And tell you how near you shoot. Law. Most literated judges, please your lordships So to connive your judgments to the view Of this debauch'd and diversivolent woman; Who such a concatenation Of mischief hath effected, that to extirp The memory of it, must be the consummation Vit. What's all this? Law. Hold your peace! Exorbitant sins must have exulceration. Vit. Surely, my Lords, this lawyer hath swallowed Some apothecaries bills, or proclamations; And now the hard and undigestible words Come up like stones we use give hawks for physic. Law. My Lords, the woman Knows not her tropes, nor is perfect In the academick derivation Of grammatical elocution. Fra. Sir, your pains Shall Shall be well spared, and your deep eloquence Law. My good Lord. Fra. Sir, Put up your papers in your fustian bag; (Francisco speaks this as in scorn.) Cry mercy, Sir, 'tis buckram, and accept My notion of your learn'd verbosity. Law. I most graduatically thank your lordship; I shall have use for them elsewhere. Mon. [to Vittoria.] I shall be plainer with you, and paint out Your follies in more natural red and white, Than that upon your cheek. Vit. O you mistake, You raise a blood as noble in this cheek As ever was your mother's. Mon. I must spare you, till proof cry whore to that. Observe this creature here, my honor'd Lords, A woman of a most prodigious spirit. Vit. My honorable Lord, It doth not suit a reverend Cardinal To play the Lawyer thus. Mon. Oh your trade instructs your language. You see, my Lords, what goodly fruit she seems, Yet like those apples travellers report To grow where Sodom and Gomorrah stood, I will but touch her, and you straight shall see Vit. Your invenom'd apothecary should do't. Were there a second paradise to lose, This devil would betray it. Vit. O poor charity, Thou art seldom found in scarlet. Mon. Who knows not how, when several night by night Her gates were choakt with coaches, and her rooms Outbrav'd the stars with several kinds of lights; When When she did counterfeit a Prince's court In musick, banquets, and most riotous surfeits; Vit. Ha! whore? what's that? Mon. Shall I expound whore to you? sure I shall. Worse than those tributes i'th' low countries paid, What are whores? have all one tune, Your rich whores Are only treasuries by extortion fill'd, And empty'd by curs'd riot. They are worse, Worse than dead bodies, which are begg'd at th' gallows, And wrought upon by surgeons, to teach man Wherein he is imperfect. What's a whɔre? She's like the guilt counterfeited coin, Which, whosoe'er first stamps it, brings in trouble Vit. This character 'scapes me. Mon. You, gentlewoman? Take from all beasts and from all minerals Their deadly poison Vit. Well, what then? Mon. I'll tell thee; I'll find in thee an apothecary's shop, To sample them all. Fr. Emb. She hath lived ill. En. Emb. True, but the Cardinal's too bitter. Mon. You know what whore is. Next the devil adul❜try, Enters the devil murder. Fra. Fra. Your unhappy husband Vit. O he's a happy husband, He jumpt into his grave. Fra. What a prodigy was't, That from some two yards high, a slender man Should break his neck? Mon. I'th' rushes! Fra. And what's more, Upon the instant lose all use of speech, All vital motion, like a man had lain Wound up three days. Now mark each circumstance. I would have bespoke my mourning. Mon. O you are cunning! Vit. You shame your wit and judgment, To call it so; what, is my just defence By him that is my judge call'd impudence? Let me appeal then from this christian court Mon. See, my lords, She scandals our proceedings. Vit. Humbly thus, Thus low, to the most worthy and respected And woman-hood I tender; but withall, So entangled in a cursed accusation, Must personate masculine virtue. To the point. En. Emb. She hath a brave spirit. Mon Mon. Well, well, such counterfeit jewels Make true ones oft suspected. Vit. You are deceived; For know, that all your strict combined heads, Mon. Pray you mistress, satisfy me one question : Bra. That question Inforceth me break silence; I was there. Bra. Why, I came to comfort her, And take some course for settling her estate, you would cozen her. Mon. Who made you overseer? Bra. Why, my charity, my charity, which should flow From every generous and noble spirit, To orphans and to widows. Mon. Your lust. Bra. Cowardly dogs bark loudest! sirrah, priest, The sword you frame of such an excellent temper, There are a number of thy coat resemble Mon. Ha! Bra. Your mercenary post-boys. Your |