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The second Scene
Enter Spurio.Ben.
Here's your friend, the favourite:
He'le pay his sisters portion in some Office
Beg'd of the Duke; and with the Dowery which
His Father gives her buy himselfe sweet pleasures;
Or a new glorious ward-robe. How he stands?
As if some frownes of the new Duke dejected him,
And made him feare a fall.
Th'art too severe
And Cynicall. This bitternesse might move
Another spleene: but prethee Beneventi
Doe not presume on priviledge. A friend
Shares so much of my selfe, he cannot suffer,
But I am sensible by a consent
And an affinity of parts.
Ben.
Ile honour him
At your commands.
Fid.
My honour'd Lord why thus?
(To Spurio.
Spu.
Fidelio, welcome to mine eyes; thy presence,
Like Sun-shine, hath illuminated my darke soule,
Clouded with melancholy.
Fid.
What's the cause?
You flow in honours.
Spu.
Oh Fidelio,
Be not too curious: shouldst thou know my sufferings,
Thy Physicke cannot cure them. Beneventi!
Fid.
My friend, my Lord.
Spu.
Then mine. My friends must be
(To Beneventi.
Like Chaines, the first linke leads on his dependants.
Instruct me how, then use me.
Ben.
I shall study
A gratefull service.
Fid.
Pray doe not conceale
What's your disturbance. By communicating
You'le lessen something of the suffering,
In making me partaker.
Spur.
I shall adde to't.
We shall be like two neighbour buildings, when
A flame proceeding from the one hath seiz'd
The others roofe, it makes the burning greater.
Friend let me suffer, be thou free.
Fid.
Report,
Perhaps, hath multiply'd, and rumour's growne
Pregnant with issue, that your noble brother
Wants the successe we hop't for.
Spu.
Ha! my Brother!
The later waites upon the first, as slaves
Act their Directors wills. No my Fidelio,
A certaine knowledge newly's come to Court
Of his sure victory, and his arrivall
Is suddenly expected, that it may
Crowne this dayes (yet unperfect) glory. Friend,
My joyes transport me, that I share in blood
With one so worthy: But the peace that waites
Vpon his Conquest cannot stay the warre
That is within me.
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