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SCENA TERTIA.

The Duke, Valerio, Climene, Fabritio, Guards.
Valerio.
She must be heere

Duke.
I'le draw a side a little,
But so, that I'le heare all: Goe, speake from me.

Fabritio.
What suffer thee to be tane hence by force,
And in my presence?

Climene.
No, if any Violence
Be offered, step forth unto my ayd,
In the meane time hide thee, and make me not
To feare for any but my selfe; Valerio,
What seek you heere at such an hower as this?

Valerio.
I could not wish to meet a better object
Then your faire selfe, a coach neere hand attends you,
I must conduct you there, having for it
An expresse order.

Climene.
How! from whom have you
This order?

Valerio.
Madame, from the Duke my Master,
Whom everie one is bound here to acknowledge
For Soveraigne.

Climene.
Let him be n'er so Soveraigne,
Yet he must know that the free soule of Climene
Is not within his power; my heart depends
Vpon another, and say what he will,
That is no lawfull subject to his Empire.

Valerio.
Madam, I'm sorrie—but I must obey,

Climene.
What! thinketh he to make himselfe belov'd.
As one makes himselfe hated? Losing libertie?
Believeth he that I should be so simple
To take so many marks of hatred for
Effects of love: what from his enmitie
Might I not feare, if when he loveth me,
He seeks to persecute me?

Valerio.
I am forc'd
As much as you are, but it is in vaine
For you to give your selfe o'r to complaints,
Follow me quicklie where I goe.—

Duke.
Stay, stay;
Her beautie will not suffer any outrage
To be done to her person, in my presence,
Or rather I have too much passion
To suffer that she should be injured,
Tis true that troubled much, and desperate
At your contempt I was prepar'd to take you
Away by force, I did expect the issue,
And will confesse, Madame, that in my soule
Love vanquished respect; but presentlie
At your first words love vanquish'd at its turne,
Yeilded unto respect: cease, cease to feare,
Thou charming wonder, the heate of that love
Soomewhat too violent: should your heart be
Hard as a rock, I onelie would imploy
Respect to touch it, there's more passion in me
Then hate in you: in all the places where
I reigne, you shall be Souveraigne, and I shall
Esteeme me happie, not to give you lawes,
But to take them of you.

Climene.
I should give thanks
Vnto the Duke for such a declaration
If I could flatter heere Fabritios enemie.

Duke.
Although his losse hath reason to oblige me,
Since it afflicts you, it afflicteth me;
But there runnes a report upon this point
which terrifies me, tis that to your eyes
His Fantasme doth appeare.

Climene.
There's nothing false
In this report, Fabritio since his death
Appear'd before mine eyes.

Duke.
To dissipate
Obnoxious feares which might cause evill visions
Within your fancie, some of my attendance
Shall presentlie have order not to leave you,

Climene.
Oh! Sir, this is not it which I demaund.

Duke.
Tis the least duty I must render you:
Suffer them for to guard you.

Climene.
Sir, it needs not.

Duke.
Your quietnes concernes me, and I must
Take care of it.

Climene.
So farre you would be from obliging me
By this designe, that you would hurt me rather;
Of this care therefore I dispense your Highnes.

Duke.
To condescend to your desires heerein,
Were to betray you, the sad vision
Of a dead person doth encrease your griefes.
Permit—

Climene.
No, Sir, command them not to follow;
The vision doth please me, and I feare
To be deprived of its companie.

Duke.
This Spirit will alwaies distract your reason,
As long as you stay in the house alone.

Climene.
If but to chaung house will give you content,
I'le satisfie you, Carlos is my neighbour,
I will retire to him.

Duke.
If you fix there,
I contradict it not, his mother is
A verie prudent Woman, and her counsells
Will be a great helpe to your timourous spirits,
Permit me to conduct you to her house.

Ciimene.
This prayer is a command, Sir.
I cannot
Refuse to follow, him, especiallie
Seeing Fabritio likewyse hath designe
Softly.
To goe there.

Softly.
Fabritio.
What discourse i'th' name of wonder
Might she have all this while there; but good God!
The Duke drawes her away, I'le succour her.

Duke.
This Fantasm's nothing else but the effect
Of a sad thought, the senses are all hurt,
When the soule's troubled.

Fabritio.
I'le put out the light.

Duke.
Lastly I' promise you that there's no Fantasme,
Nor ever was; but what is that I see?
O prodegie! o Heaven! how am I troubled?

Fabritio.
It is Fabritio, who is come to take
Climene from you.

Climene.
O Fabritio,
Vnto what danger comes thou to expose thee?

—aside.
Fabritio.
Climene, save thy selfe, or leave me perish.

Climene.
My life's in danger, when thou hazardest
Thy selfe. I doe withdraw now, follow me.

Duke.
Advance, Guards, I'le be cleered in this point,
Leave me not, I comand yee.

Fabritio.
She is gone,
I'le follow her.

Valerio.
Sir doubt not on't, it is
Fabritio's shadow.

Duke.
No matter, I'le be satisfied therein.