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Scæna Tertia.
Enter (to a Banket) Duches, Syenna, Lords, Attendants.Duch.
Your Grace shall now perceive how much we honor ye
And in what deare regard we hold your friendship
Will you sit Sir, and grace this homely Banquet?
Sy.
Madam, to your poor friend you are too magnificent.
Duc.
To the Dukes health, and all the joyes I wish him,
Let no man misse this cup: have we no Musick?
Sy.
Your noble favours still you heap upon me,
But where's my vertuous Mistris, such a Feast,
And not her sparkling beauty here to blesse it?
Me thinkes it should not be, it shewes not fully.
Duch.
Young Ladies Sir, are long, and curious
In putting on their trims, forget how day goes,
And then 'tis their good morrow when they are ready:
Go some and call her, and wait upon her hither,
Tell her the Duke and I desire her company:
I warrant ye, a hundred dressings now
She has survey'd, this, and that fashion look'd on,
For Ruffs and Gowns; cast this away, these Jewels
Suited to these and these knots: o' my life Sir,
She feares your curious eye will soone discover else:
Why stand ye still, why gape ye on one another?
Did I not bid ye go and tell my Daughter?
Are ye nayled here? nor stir? nor speake? who am I,
And who are you?
1 Lord.
Pardon me, gracious Lady,
The feare to tell you that you would not hear of
Makes us all dumb, the Princesse is gone, Madam.
Duch.
Gone? whither gone? some wiser fellow answer me.
2 Lord.
We sought the Court all over, and beleeve Lady,
No newes of where she is, nor how convey'd hence.
Duch.
It cannot be, it must not be.
1 Lord.
'Tis true Madam,
No roome in all the Court but we search'd through it,
Her women found her want first, and they cry'd to us.
Duch.
Gone? stolne away? I am abus'd, dishonour'd.
Sy.
'Tis I that am abus'd, 'tis I dishonour'd,
Is this your welcome, this your favour to me?
To foyst a trick upon me, this trick too,
To cheat me of my love? Am I not worthy?
Or since I was your Guest, am I growne odious?
Duch.
Your Grace mistakes me, as I have a life, Sir.
Sy.
And I another, I will never beare this,
Never endure this dor.
Duch.
But heare me patiently.
Sy.
Give me my love.
Duch.
As soone as care can finde her,
And all care shall be used.
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And all my care too,
To be reveng'd; I smell the trick, 'tis too ranke,
Fie, how it smells oth' Mother.
Duch.
You wrong me, Duke.
Sy.
For this disgrace ten thousand Florentines
Shall pay their dearest bloods, and dying curse ye,
And so I turne away, your mortall enemy.
Exit.
Duc.
Since ye are so high and hot Sir, ye have half arm'd us,
Be carefull of the Towne, of all the Castles,
And see supplyes of Souldiers every where,
And Musters for the Field, when he invites us,
For he shall know 'tis not high words can fright us.
My Daughter gone? has she so finely cozen'd me?
This is for Silvio's sake sure, O cunning false one;
Publish a Proclamation thorough the Dukedome.
That whosoe're can bring toth' Court young Silvio,
Alive or dead, beside our thankes and favour,
Shall have two thousand Duckets for his labour;
See it dispatch'd, and sent in haste: O base one.
Exeunt.
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