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Enter Iacomo, & lucreatya:Iac:
you are not weary
lu:
I must not say soe
Iac:
but yet y'are soe
lu:
where are wee now
Iac:
where you must bee and bee most nobly welcome
this is plazenza, & this house the place
where you must bee as in a laborinth
safe and vnseene to any but my selfe
& those I giue incharge to giue attendance
lu:
thankes, but I must coniure yee Iacomo
whisper not lucrece name, ffame's quick of hearing
and loud of tongue, tis ten to one my ffather
is stragling hether like a man distract
to find mee out
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tut hee cannot find yee
if you but take reciprocall advise
to charme yor tongue as you bidd mee charme mine
keepe in yor clapdish, lettes haue noe enquiring
what men and who the properst in plazenza
noe open casement to let bewty out
to call in custome or exchaunge kind lookes
curtin yor chamber like a cloistred Cell
Collatine had a lucrece would haue don't
lu:
& galeas hath a lucrece that will do't
Exit
Iac:
in then Ile not be long, lord galeas, I wonder
his hott loue's not at or heeles
Enter galeas.
ga:
ha Iacomo, my loue
Iac:
shee's still yor loue
ga:
but where bestow'd & how provided for
Iac:
i'th Mew, i'th mew, marry shee's full sum'd and
ready to be drawne, euen when you please
ga:
noe Iacomo, remoue her by noe meanes
I heare the churle her ffather's newly lighted,
to in forme the duke, and to make privy search
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Iac:
twere best you get you gone
to keepe out of suspition till hee's gone
then to yor loue you may securely come
ga:
& soe I will goe get thee to my lucrece
& say by thee I send to her my heart
Ia:
and you liue heartles
ga:
louers can liue soe
and tis noe miracle, goe prthee goe
Exit Ia.
Enter Mother
Mo:
welcome from parma my dere galeas
ga:
madam my duty
Mo:
mett you wt h yor marchant
ga:
yes and was meet wt h him
Mo:
how meane you that sonn
ga:
why did yee not send mee to be meet wt h him
Mo:
then you were at his house
ga:
where I was bold I can assure yee I was
my owne Caruer
Mo:
he badd you fairely welcome
ga:
wondrous faire
Mo:
and vsd you kindly
ga:
o the kindest wretch
and beares the truest exemplary name
of faire and chast in all the world agen
Mo:
boy art thou well thou lookst and talkst soe wild«ly»
and all thy answeres soe impertinent
the money man, hast thou receiu'd the money
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paid to a penny wt h faire interest
and that Ile keepe
Mo:
that and the principall
tis all thy owne and all thy mother has
but art thou well boy
ga:
yes madam, but somewhat weary my horse
setes hard, I hade a simple iourney on't, I rode
in poast from parma hether.
Mo:
goe and take rest
I goe not to take rest
ga:
till I may free imbrace, where I loue best
Exit
Enter Iouanny
Iou:
not speake wt h her, sir but I must and will
are not you Leonara.
Mo:
sir thattes my name
Iou:
you haue my sonn
Mo:
I thank my starres I haue
Iou:
hee was at parma
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true sir I sent him thether
Iou:
and is a villeine
Mo:
but that I know thee well
a man whom my late husband much conuerst wt h
Iou:
yor husband was a noble gentleman
but let mee tell you, hee has a knaue to his sonne
Mo:
thou art priviledg'd for my late husbandes loue
elce thy badd tongue badd man would be thy bane
Iou:
I say thou hast a sonn
Mo:
I not denie it
Iou:
and I haue a daughter
Mo:
in good time sir
Iou:
I ly I had a daughter
Mo:
whattes all this sir
Iou:
why that my daughter that same sonn of thine
who in my house I kindly entertain'd
discharg'd my debtes to the vtmost ffardinge
yet this same daughter that same sonn of thine
against all rules of hospitallity
& cleane contrary to humanity
hath ravish'd stolne conveid I know not where
Mo:
hee steale thy daughter, hee convey her dotard
too well my sonn doth vnderstand his birth
to match in such disparity of bloud
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the lion seize vpon a silly Mouse
Iou:
sdeath there's noe such inequallity
nor disproportion t'wixt or bloudes and birthes
but where's thy sonne that ravisher
Mo:
thou liest
Iou:
where is hee bring vs face to face hee
cannot haue the fface to say I ly doe soe or
Ile to the duke, if there be law.
Mo:
wt hin there ho, one take this madman hence.
Iou:
shee and her sonn here's noe simple rule
haue made of mee a Madman and a ffoole
Mo:
out a dores wt h him
Iou:
Ile to the duke & vow if law will doe it
to be reveng'd thou and thy sonn shall rue it
Exit
Mo:
I'm afraid, my boy has bene too blame
rest and dull peace beget adulterate thoughtes
if his be such I would hee had plac'd 'em higher
but I must sound this doubt, yet whether sift my
sonn or sound his servant, there lies the question
Ile to Iacomo, tho frō his mr nothing can decline him
it shall goe hard but I will vndermine him
Exit
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