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Scæna Secunda.
Enter Lopez and Isabella.Lop.
Hast thou sent for him?
Isab.
Yes,
Lop.
A young man, saist thou?
Isab.
Yes, very young, and very amarous.
Lop.
And handsom?
Isab.
As the Town affords.
Lop.
And dar'st thou
Be so farre good, and Mistris of thine honour,
To sleight these?
Isab.
For my husbands sake to curse 'em,
And since you have made me Mistris of my fortune,
Never to point at any joy, but husband,
I could have cozen'd ye, but so much I love ye,
And now so much I weigh the estimation
Of an unspotted wife—
Lop.
I dare believe thee,
And never more shall doubt torment my spirit.
Enter Penurio.
Isab.
How now Penurio?
Pen.
The thing is comming, Mistris.
Lop.
Ile take my standing.
Pen.
Do, and ile take mine.
Exit Lopes.
Isab.
Where didst thou leave him?
Pen.
I left him in a Cellar,
Where he has paid me titely, paid me home Mistris,
We had an hundred & fifty healths to you, sweet Mistris,
And three score and ten damnations to my Master;
Mistris, shall I speak a foolish word to ye?
Isab.
What's that Penurio?
The fellow's drunke.
Pen.
I would faine know your body.
Isab.
How's that? how's that prethee?
Pen.
I would know it carnally,
I would conglutinate.
Isab.
The reason sirrah?
Pen.
Lobster, sweet Mistris, Lobster.
Isab.
Thy Master heares.
Pen.
Lobster, sweet Master, Lobster.
Isab.
Thou art the most precious rogue.
Enter Claudio.
Pen.
Most pretious Lobster.
Isab.
Do you see who's here? go sleep ye drunken rascall.
Pen.
Remember you refuse me arm'd in Lobster.
Exit.
Isab.
O my lost Rugio, welcome, welcome, welcome,
A thousand welcomes here Ile seale.
Cla.
Pray ye stay, Lady,
Do you love me ever at this rate? or is the fit now,
By reason of some wrong done by your husband,
More fervent on ye?
Isab.
Can I chuse but love thee?
Thou art my Martyr, thou hast suffered for me,
My sweet, sweet Rugio.
Cla.
Do you do this seriously?
'Tis true, I would be entertained thus.
Isab.
These are nothing,
No kisses, no embraces, no endeerements,
To those—
Cla.
Do what you will.
Isab.
Those that shall follow,
Those I will crowne our love withall; why sigh ye?
Why look ye sad my deere one?
Cla.
Nay faith nothing,
But me thinks so sweet a beauty, as yours showes to me,
And such an innocence as you may make it,
Should hold a longer Siege.
Isab.
Ha, you speake truth, Sir.
Cla.
I would not have it so.
Isab.
And now methinkes,
Now I consider truly what becomes me,
I have been cozen'd, fearefully abus'd,
My reason blinded.
Cla.
Nay, I did but jest with ye.
Isab.
Ile take ye at your word, and thank ye for't Sir;
And now I see no sweetnesse in that person,
Nothing to stir me to abuse a Husband,
To ruine my faire fame.
Cla.
Good Isabella.
Isab.
No hansome man, no any thing to doat on,
No face, no tongue to catch me, poore at all points,
And I an asse.
Cla.
Why do ye wrong me Lady?
If I were thus, and had no youth upon me,
My service of so meane a way to win ye,
(Which you your selfe are conscious must deserve ye,
If you had thrice the beauty you possesse, must reach ye)
If in my tongue your fame lay wrack't, and ruin'd
With every cup I drink: if in opinion
I were a lost, defam'd man: but this is common
Where we love most, where most we stake our fortunes,
There least and basest we are rewarded: fare ye well,
Know now I hate you too as much, contemne ye,
And weigh my credit at as high a value.
Isab.
May be I did but jest.
Cla.
Ye are a woman,
And now I see your wants, and mine owne follies,
And task my selfe with indiscretion,
For doating on a face so poore.
Isab.
Say ye so Sir,
(I must not lose my end) I did but jest with you,
Only fool'd thus to try your faith: my Rugio,
Do you think I could forget?
Cla.
Nay, 'tis no matter.
Isab.
Is't possible I should forsake a constancy,
So strong, so good, so sweet?
Cla.
A subtle woman.
Isab.
You shall forgive me, 'twas a trick to try ye,
And were I sure ye lov'd me—
Cla.
Do you doubt now?
Isab.
I do not doubt, but he that would professe this,
And beare that full affection you make shew of,
Should do—
Cla.
What should I do?
Isab.
I cannot shew ye.
Cla.
Ile try thee damnedst Devill: hark ye Lady,
No man shall dare do more, no service top me,
Ile marry ye.
Isab.
How Sir?
Cla.
Your husbands sentenc'd,
And he shall dye.
Isab.
Dye?
Cla.
Dye for ever to ye,
The danger is mine owne.
Isab.
Dye did ye tell me?
Cla.
He shall dye, I have cast the way.
Isab.
O foule man,
Malicious bloody man.
Enter Lopez.
Lop,
When shall he dye Sir,
By whom, and how?
Cla.
Hast thou betray'd me, woman?
Isab.
Base man, thou wouldst have ruin'd me, my name too,
And like a Toad, poyson'd my vertuous memory:
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This only friend, shame take thy lost and thee,
And shake thy soule, his life, the life I love thus,
My life in him, my only life thou aim'dst at.
Cla.
Am I catch't thus?
Lop.
The Law shall catch ye better.
Isab.
You make a trade of betraying womens honours,
And think it noble in ye to be lustfull,
Report of me hereafter—
Cla.
Fool'd thus finely?
Lop.
I must intreat ye walk, Sir, to the Justice,
Where if hee'l bid ye kill me—
Cla.
Pray stay a while, Sir,
I must use a Players shift, do you know me now Lady?
Lop.
Your brother Claudio sure.
Isab.
O me, 'tis he Sir,
O my best brother.
Cla.
My best sister now too,
I have tryed ye, found ye so, and now I love ye,
Love ye so truly nobly.
Lop.
Sir, I thank ye,
You have made me a most happy man.
Cla.
Thank her Sir,
And from this houre preserve that happinesse,
Be no more fool'd with jealousie.
Lop.
I have lost it,
And take me now new borne againe, new natur'd.
Isab.
I do, and to that promise tye this faith,
Never to have a false thought tempt my vertue.
Lop.
Enough, enough, I must desire your presence,
My Cozen Rhodope has sent in all hast for us,
I am sure you will be welcome.
Cla.
Ile wait on ye.
Lop.
What the Project is—
Isab.
We shall know when we are there, Sir.
Exeunt.
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