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SCENE. 8.
Eugenio. Cricca. Flavia.Eug.
Cricca commend my service to my Mistris.
Cri.
Commend it t'her your self. Mark't you not while
We talk't, how through the window she attended,
And fed her eyes on you there she's.
Eug.
'True.
And as from nights of Storms the glorious Sun
Breaks from the East, and chaseth thence the Clouds
That choakt the Ayre with horrour, so her beauty
Dispels sad darknesse from my troubled thoughts,
And cleers my heart.
Fla.
Life of my soule well met.
Eug.
How is't my dearest Flavia?
Fla.
Eugenio.
As best becomes a woman, most unfortunate.
Her chast affection was by yours required.
Have by delayes been famish'd. Had I conceal'd
Those flames your vertue kindled, then y'had sued,
Intreated, sworne, and vow'd, and long ere this
Wrought all means possible to effect our marriage.
But now.
Eug.
Sweet soule despaire not, weep not thus,
Unlesse you wish my heart should life-blood drop.
Fast as your eyes do teares. What is't you feare?
Fla.
First, that you love me not.
Eug.
Not love my Flavia?
Wrong not your judgement: rip up this amorous brest
And in that Temple see a heart that burnes
I'th' Vestall sacrifice of chastest love,
Before your beauties Deitie.
Fla.
If so,
Whence grows this coldnesse in soliciting
My brother to the match?
Eug.
Consider sweetest,
I have a father Rivall in my love;
And though no duty, reverence, nor respect
Have power to change my thoughts: yet tis not comely
With open violence to withstand his will;
But by faire courses try to divert his minde
From disproportioned affections.
And if I cannot, then nor feare of anger,
Nor life, nor lands, shall crosse our purposes.
Comfort your selfe sweet Flavia: for your brother
Seconds our hopes with his best services.
Fla.
But other feares oppresse me: me thinks I see
Antonio my old father, new return'd,
Whom all intelligence have drown'd this three moneths,
Enforcing me to marry the foole Pandolfo,
Thus to obtain Sulpitia for himselfe.
And so last night I dream'd, and ever since
Have been so scar'd, that if you haste not
Expect my death.
Eug.
Dreams flow from thoughts of things we most desire,
Or feare, and seldome prove true Prophets, would they did.
Then were I now in full possession
Of my best Flavia: as I hope I shall be.
Sir, pray take your leave: this to no end,
'Twill but increase your griefe and hers.
Eug.
Farewell,
Sweet Flavia, rest contented with assurance
Of my best love and service.
Fla.
Farewell, Eugenio.
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