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SCEN. 7.
Lelio. Eugenio. Cricca.Le.
Eugenio, these words are wonders past belief.
To think it in the power of man to turn
One person to another.
Eug.
Lelio, his desire
T'enjoy your sister Flavia, begets hope,
Which like a waking dream, makes false apparence
Lively as truth it selfe.
Le.
But who's the man
That works these miracles?
Eug.
An Astrologer.
Le.
How deals Astrologie with transmutation?
Cri.
Under the vaile and colour of Astrologie,
He clouds his hellish skill in Necromancy.
Believe it, by some Art, or false imposture,
Hee'l much disturbe your love, and yours, Eugenio.
Le.
Eugenio, tis high time for t'awake.
And as you love our Flavia, and I
Your sister faire Sulpitia; let's do something
Worthy their beauties. Who fals into a Sea,
Swolne big with tempest, but he boldly beares
The waves with arms and legs, to save his Life.
So let us strive 'gainst troublous storms of Love,
With our best power, lest after we ascribe
The losse to our dull negligence, not Fortune.
Eug.
Lelio, had I no interest in your sister,
The holy League of friendship should command me,
Besides the seconding Sulpitia's love,
Who to your noblenesse commends her life.
Le.
She cannot out-love me, nor you out-friend me,
For th'sacred name wherof, I have rejected
Your fathers offers, importunities,
Letters, Conditions, Servants, Friends, and lastly
He's tender of Sulptia in Exchange
For Flavia. But though I love your sister
Like mine own soule; yet did the Laws of Friendship
Master that strong affection; and denied him.
Eug.
Thanks ever, and as long shall my best service
Wait on your will. Cricca our hope's in thee,
Thou must instruct us.
Cri.
You must trust in Fortune
That makes or mars the wisest purposes.
What sayst? what thinkst?
Cri.
Here's no great need of thinking
Not speech; the oile of Scorpions cures their poyson.
The thing it selfe that's bent to hurt and hinder you
Offers a remedy: tis no sooner known
But th'worst on't is prevented.
Eug.
How good Cricca?
Cri.
Soon as you see this false. Antonio
Come neere your dores with speeches made of purpose,
Full of humility and compassion:
With long narrations how he scapt't from shipwrack
And other faind inventions of his dangers:
Bid him be gone; and if he presse to enter,
Feare not the reverence of your fathers looks,
Cudgell him thence.
Le.
But were't not better Cricca
Keep him fast lockt, till his own shape return,
And so by open course of Law correct him.
Cri.
No. For my master would conceive that counsell
Sprung from my brains: and so should I repent it.
Advise no more, but home and charge your people,
That if Antonio come, they drive him thence
With threatning words, and blows if need be.
Lel.
'Tis done.
I kisse your hands Eugenio.
Eug.
Your servant sir.
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