 | The Dvke of Millaine |  |
Actus Terc.
Scæ. Prima.
Enter Medina, Hernando, Alphonso.Med.
The spoyle, the spoyle, 'tis that the soldior fights for;
Our victorie as yet affords vs nothing,
But wounds, and emptie honor. We haue past
The hazard of a dreadfull day, and forc'd
A passage with our Swords, through all the dangers,
That Page like waite on the successe of warre;
And now expect reward.
Hern.
Hell put it in
The Enemies mind to be desperate, and hold out:
Yeeldings, and compositions will vndoe vs;
And what is that way giuen, for the most part,
Comes to the Emperours Coffers, to defray
The charge of the great action (as 'tis rumor'd)
When vsually, some Thing in Grace (that ne're heard
The Canons roring tongue, but at a Triumph)
Puts in, and for his intercession shares,
All that we fought for: The poore Soldior left
To starue, or fill vp Hospitalls.
Alph.
But when
We enter Townes by force, and carue our selues,
Pleasure with pillage, and the richest Wines,
Open our shrunke-vp vaines, and poure into 'em
New blood, and feruor.
Med.
I long to be at it;
To see these Chuffes, that euerie day may spend
A Soldiors entertainement for a yeere,
Yet make a third meale of a bunch of Raysons;
These Spunges, that suck vp a Kingdomes fat
(Batning like Scarabes in the nung of Peace)
To be squees'd out by the rough hand of warre;
And all that their whole liues haue heap'd together,
With one gripe to be rauishd.
Her.
I would be towsing
Their faire Madona's, that in little Dogges,
Monkeis, and Paraquito's consume thousands;
Yet for the aduancement of a noble action,
Repine to part with a poore Peice of Eight:
Warres plagues vpon 'em: I haue seene 'em stop
Their scornefull noses first, then seeme to swone
At sight of a buffe Ierkin; if it were not
Persum'd, and hid with Gold; Yet these nice wantons,
(Spurd on by Lust, couer'd in some disguise,
To meete some rough Court Stalion, and be leap'd)
Durst enter into any common Brothell,
Though all varieties of stinke contend there;
Yet prayse the entertainment.
Med.
I may liue,
To see the tatteredst Raskals of my troupe,
Drag 'em out of their Closets, with a vengeance:
When neither threatning, flattering, kneeling, howling,
Can ransome one poore Iewell, or redeeme
Themselues, from their blunt woing.
Her.
My maine hope is,
To begin the sport at Millaine: Ther's enough,
And of all kinds of pleasure we can wish for,
To satisfie the most couetous.
Alph.
Euerie day
We looke for a remoue.
Med.
For Lodowick Sforza
The Duke of Millaine, I, on mine owne knowledge,
Can say thus much; He is too much a Soldior,
Too confident of his owne worth, too rich to;
And vnderstands too well, the Emperor hates him,
To hope for composition.
Alph.
On my life,
Her.
On mine,
I doe not wish it: I had rather that
To shew his valor, he'd put vs to the trouble
To fetch him in by the Eares.
Med.
The Emperor.
Enter Charles the Emperor, Pescara, &c. Attendants.
Charl.
You make me wonder (Nay it is no councell,
You may pertake it Gentlemen) who would haue thought,
That he that scorn'd our proffer'd amitie,
When he was sued to; should, ere he be summond,
(Whither perswaded to it by base feare,
Or flatter'd by false hope, which, 'tis vncertaine)
First kneele for mercie?
Med.
When your Maiestie,
Shall please to instruct vs, who it is, we may
Admire it with you.
Charl.
Who, but the Duke of Millaine,
The right Hand of the French: Of all that stand
In our displeasure, whom necessitie
Compels to seeke our fauour, I would haue sworne
Sforza had been the last.
Her.
And should be writ so,
In the list of those you pardon. Would his Citie
Had rather held vs out a Seidge like Troy,
Then by a fein'd submission, he should cheate you
Of a iust reuenge: Or vs, of those faire glories
We haue sweat blood to purchase.
Med.
With your honour
You cannot heare him.
Alph.
The sack alone of Millaine
Will pay the Armie.
Charl.
I am not so weake,
To be wrought on as you feare; Nor ignorant,
That Money is the sinew of the Warre;
'Tis in our power to grant it, or denie it.
Yet for our glorie, and to shew him that
We haue brought him on his knees; It is resolu'd
To heare him as a Supplyant. Bring him in;
But let him see the effects of our iust anger,
In the Guard that you make for him.
Ex. Piscara
Hern.
I am now
Familiar with the issue (all plagues on it)
He will appeare in some deiected habit,
His countenance sutable; And for his order,
A Rope about his neck; Then kneele, and tell
Old Stories, what a worthy thing it is
To haue power, and not to vse it; Then ad to that
A Tale of King Tigranes, and great Pompey,
Who said (forsooth, and wisely) 'Twas more honor
To make a King, then kill one: Which, applyed
To the Emperor, and himselfe, a Pardons granted
To him, an Enemie; and we his Seruants,
Condemn'd to beggerie.
Med.
Yonder he comes,
En. Sforza
But not as you expected.
Alph.
He lookes, as if
He would out-face his dangers.
Hern.
I am cousen'd:
A suitor in the Diuels name.
Med.
Heare him speake.
Sf.
I come not (Emperor) to inuade thy mercie,
By fawning on thy fortune; Nor bring with me
Excuses, or denials. I professe
(And with a good Mans confidence, euen this instant,
That I am in thy power) I was thine enemie;
Thy deadly and vow'd enemie; One that wish'd
Confusion to thy Person and Estates;
And with my vtmost powers, and deepest counsels
Nor will I now, although my neck were vnder
The Hang-mans Axe, with one poore sillable
Confesse, but that I honor'd the French King,
More then thy selfe, and all Men.
Med.
By Saint Iaques,
This is no flatterie.
Her.
There is Fire, and Spirit in't;
But not long liu'd, I hope.
Sf.
Now giue me leaue,
(My hate against thy selfe, and loue to him
Freely acknowledg'd) to giue vp the reasons
That made me so affected. In my wants
I euer found him faithfull; Had supplyes
Of Men and Moneys from him; And my hopes
Quite sunke, were by his Grace, bouy'd vp againe:
He was indeed to me, as my good Angell,
To guard me from all dangers. I dare speake
(Nay must and will) his prayse now, in as high
And lowd a key, as when he was thy equall.
The benefits he sow'd in me, met not
Vnthankefull ground, but yeelded him his owne
With faire encrease, and I still glorie in it.
And though my fortunes (poore, compar'd to his,
And Millaine waigh'd with France, appeare as nothing)
Are in thy furie burnt: Let it be mentioned,
They seru'd but as small Tapers to attend
The solemne flame at this great Funerall:
And with them I will gladly wast my selfe,
Rather then vndergoe the imputation,
Of being base, or vnthankefull.
Alph.
Nobly spoken.
Her.
I doe begin, I know not why, to hate him
Lesse then I did.
Sf.
If that then to be gratefull
A friend in his necessities, be a crime
Amongst you Spaniards (which other Nations
That like your aym'd at Empire, lou'd, and cherish'd
Where e're they found it) Sforza brings his Head
To pay the forfeit; Nor come I as a Slaue,
Piniond and fetterd, in a squallid weed,
Falling before thy Feet, kneeling and howling,
For a forestal'd remission; That were poore,
And would but shame thy victorie: For conquest
Ouer base foes, is a captiuitie,
And not a triumph. I ne're fear'd to dye,
More then I wish'd to liue. When I had reach'd
My ends in being a Duke, I wore these Robes,
This Crowne vpon my Head, and to my side
This Sword was girt; And witnesse truth, that now
'Tis in anothers power when I shall part
With them and life together, I am the same,
My Veines then did not swell with pride; nor now,
They shrinke for feare: Know Sir, that Sforza stands
Prepar'd for either fortune.
Her.
As I liue,
I doe begin strangely to loue this fellow;
And could part with three quarters of my share
In the promis'd spoyle, to saue him.
Sf.
But if example
Of my fidelitie to the French (whose honours,
Titles, and glories, are now mixt with yours;
As Brookes deuowr'd by Riuers, loose their names)
Has power to inuite you to make him a friend,
That hath giuen euident proofe, he knowes to loue,
And to be thankefull; This my Crowne, now yours,
You may restore me: And in me instruct
These braue Commanders (should your fortune change,
Which now I wish not) what they may expect,
The charges of the warre I will defray,
And what you may (not without hazard) force,
Bring freely to you: I'le preuent the cryes
Of murther'd Infants, and of rauish'd Mayds,
Which in a Citie sack'd call on Heauens justice,
And stop the course of glorious victories.
And when I know the Captaines and the Soldiors,
That haue in the late battle, done best seruice,
And are to be rewarded; I, my selfe
(According to their quallitie and merrits)
Will see them largely recompenc'd. I haue said,
And now expect my sentence.
Alph.
By this light,
'Tis a braue Gentleman.
Med.
How like a block
The Emperor sits?
Her.
He hath deliuer'd reasons,
Especially in his purpose to enrich
Such as fought brauely (I my selfe am one,
I care not who knowes it) as, I wonder, that
He can be so stupid. Now he begins to stirre,
Mercie an't be thy will.
Charl.
Thou hast so farre
Outgone my expectation, noble Sforza
(For such I hold thee) And true constancie,
Rais'd on a braue foundation, beares such palme,
And priuiledge with it; That where we behold it,
Though in an enemie, it does command vs
To loue and honour it. By my future hopes,
I am glad, for thy sake, that in seeking fauour,
Thou did'st not borrow of vice her indirect,
Crooked, and abiect meanes: And for mine owne,
(That since my purposes must now be chang'd
Touching thy life and fortunes) the world cannot
I being neither wrought by tempting bribes,
Nor seruile flatterie; but forc'd vnto it,
By a faire warre of vertue.
Hern.
This sounds well.
Charl.
All former passages of hate be buried;
For thus with open armes I meete thy loue,
And as a friend embrace it: And so farre
I am from robbing thee of the least honor,
That with my hands, to make it sit the faster,
I set thy Crowne once more vpon thy head:
And doe not only stile thee, Duke of Millaine,
But vow to keepe thee so: Yet not to take
From others to giue only to my selfe,
I will not hinder your magnificence
To my Commanders, neither will I vrge it,
But in that, as in all things else I leaue you
To be your owne disposer
Florish. Ex. Charl.
Sf.
May I liue
To seale my loyaltie, though with losse of life
In some braue seruice worthy Cæsars fouor,
And I shall dye most happy. Gentlemen,
Receiue me to your loues, and if henceforth
There can arise a difference betweene vs,
It shall be in a Noble emulation.
Who hath the fairest Sword, or dare go farthest,
To fight for Charles the Emperor?
Hern.
We embrace you,
As one well read in all the points of honor,
And there we are your Schollers.
Sf.
True, but such
As farre out-strip the Master; we'le contend
In loue hereafter, in the meane time pray you,
Let me discharge my debt, and as in earnest
Of what's to come, deuide this Cabnet:
In the small body of it there are Iewels,
Which honor me to receiue.
Med.
You bind vs to you.
Sf.
And when great Charles comands me to his presence,
If you will please to excuse my abrupt departure,
Designes that most concerne me next this mercie,
Calling me home, I shall hereafter meete you,
And gratifie the fauor.
Her.
In this and all things, we are your Seruants.
Sf.
A name I euer owe you.
Ex. Med. Her. Alph.
Pesc.
So Sir, this tempest is well ouerblowne,
And all things fall out to our wishes. But
In my opinion, this quicke returne,
Before you haue made a partie in the Court
Among the great ones (for these needy Captains
Haue little power in peace) may beget danger,
At least suspition.
Sf.
Where true honor liues,
Doubt hath no being, I desire no pawne
Beyond an Emperors word for my assurance:
Besides, Pescara, to thy selfe of all men
I will confesse my weakenesse, though my State
And Crown's restored me, though I am in grace
And that a little stay might be a step
To greater honors, I must hence. Alas,
I liue not here, my wife, my wife Pescara,
Being absent I am dead. Prethe excuse,
And do not chide for freindship sake my fondnes
But ride along with me, I'le giue you reasons,
And strong ones, to plead for me.
Pesc.
Vse you owne pleasure,
I'le bere you companie.
Sf.
Farewell griefe, I am stor'd with
Two blessings most desir'd in humaine life,
A constant friend, an vnsuspected wife.
Scæ. Secunda.
Enter Graccho, Officer.Offic.
What I did, I had warrant for; you haue tasted
My Office gently, and for those soft strokes,
Flea bitings to the Ierks I could haue lent you,
There does belong a feeling.
Grac.
Must I pay
For being tormented and dishonor'd?
Off.
Fye no,
Your honours not empar'd in't: What's the letting out
Of a little corrupt blood, and the next way too?
There is no Chirurgion like me to take off
A Courtiers Itch that's rampant at great Ladies,
Or turnes knaue for preferment, or growes proud
Of their rich Clokes, and Sutes, though got by brokage,
And so forgets his betters.
Grac.
Verie good Sir,
But am I the first man of qualitie,
That e're came vnder your fingers?
Off.
Not by a thousand,
And they haue said I haue a luckie hand to,
Both men and women of all sorts haue bow'd
Vnder this scepter. I haue had a fellow
That could indite forsooth, and make fine meeters
To tinckle in the eares of ignorant Madams,
That for defaming of great Men, was sent me
Thredbare and lowsie, and in three dayes after
Discharged by another that set him on, I haue seene him
Cap a pe gallant, and his stripes wash'd of
With oyle of Angels.
Grac.
'Twas a soueraigne cure,
Off.
There was a Secretarie to, that would not be
Conformable to the Orders of the Church,
But still rayle at authoritie, brought to me,
When I had worm'd his tongue, and trussed his hanches,
Grew a fine Pulpet man, and was benefic'd.
Had he not cause to thanke me?
Grac.
There was phisicke
Was to the purpose.
Off.
Now for women,
For your more consolation, I could tell you
Twentie fine stories, but I'le end in one,
And 'tis the last that's memorable.
Grac.
Prethe doe,
For I grow wearie of thee.
Off.
There was lately
A fine she waiter in the Court, that doted
Extreamely of a Gentleman, that had
His maine dependance on a Signiors fauor
(I will not name) but could not compasse him
On any tearmes. This wanton at dead midnight
Was found at the exercise behind the Arras
With the 'foresaid Signior; he got cleare off,
But she was seis'd on, and to saue his honor,
Indur'd the lash; And though I made her often
Curuet and caper, she would neuer tell,
Who play'd at push-pin with her.
Grac.
But what follow'd?
Prethe be briefe.
Off.
Why this Sir, she deliuered,
Had store of Crownes assign'd her by her patron,
Who forc'd the Gentleman to saue her credit,
To marie her, and say he was the partie
Found in Lobs pound. So, she that before gladly
Would haue been his whore, raignes o're him as his wife,
Nor dares he grumble at it. Speake but truth then,
Is not my Office luckie?
Goe, ther's for thee,
But what will be my fortune?
Off.
If you thriue not
After that soft correction, come againe.
Grac.
I thanke you knaue.
Off.
And then knaue, I will fit you.
Ex. Officer.
Grac.
Whipt like a rogue? no lighter punishment striue
To ballance with a little mirth: 'Tis well,
My credit sunke for euer, I am now
Fit companie, only for Pages and for foot boyes,
That haue perused the Porters Lodge.
Enter two Gentlemen.
1. Gentlem.
See Iulio,
Yonder the proud slaue is, how he lookes now
After his castigation?
2. Gentlem.
As he came
From a close fight at Sea vnder the Hatches,
With a she Dunckerke, that was shot before
Betweene winde and weather,
And he hath sprung a leake too, or I'me cousen'd.
1. Gentlem.
Lets be merie with him.
Grac.
How they stare at me? am I turn'd to an Owle?
The wonder Gentlemen?
2. Gentlem.
I read this morning
Strange stories of the passiue fortitude
Of men in former ages, which I thought
Impossible, and not to be beleeued.
But now I looke on you, my wonder ceases.
Grac.
The reason Sir?
2. Gentlem.
Why Sir you haue been whip'd
Whip'd signior Graccho. And the whip I take it,
Is to a Gentleman, the greatest tryall
That may be of his patience.
Grac.
Sir, I'le call you
To a strickt account for this.
2. Gentlem.
I'le not deale with you,
Vnlesse I haue a Beadle for my second.
1. Gentlem.
Farewell poore Graccho.
Ex. Gentlem.
Grac.
Better and better still, If euer wrongs
Could teach a wretch to find the way to vengence,
Hell now inspire me. How, the Lord Protector!
Enter Franc. & Seruant
My Iudge I thank him. Whether thus in priuate,
I will not see him.
Franc.
If I am sought for,
Say I am indispos'd, and will not heare,
Or suits, or sutors.
Seru.
But Sir, if the Princes
Enquire, what shall I answere?
Franc.
Say, I am rid
Abrode to take the ayre, but by no meanes
Let her know I am in Court.
Seru.
So I shall tell her.
Ex. seruant
Franc.
Within there, Ladies.
Ent. a Gentlewoman
Gentlew.
My good Lord, your pleasure?
Franc.
Prethe let me begge thy fauor for accesse
To the Dutches.
Gentlew.
In good sooth my Lord I dare not,
She's verie priuate.
Franc.
Come ther's gold to buy thee
A new gowne, and a rich one.
This will tempt me.
Gentlew.
I once swore
If e're I lost my maiden-head, it should be
With a great Lord as you are, and I know not how,
I feele a yeelding inclination in me,
If you haue appitite.
Franc.
Poxe on thy maiden-head,
Where is thy Lady?
Gentlew.
If you venter on her,
She's walking in the Gallerie, perhaps
You will find her lesse tractable.
Franc.
Bring me to her.
I feare you'l haue cold entertainment, when
You are at your iourneys end, and 'twere discretion
To take a snatch by the way.
Franc.
Prethe leaue fooling,
My page waites in the lobbie, giue him sweet meats,
He is trayn'd vp for his Masters ease,
And he will coole thee.
Ex. Franc. & Gentlew.
Grac.
A braue discouerie beyond my hope,
A plot euen offer'd to my hand to worke on,
If I am dull now, may I liue and dye
The scorne of wormes & slaues, let me consider,
My Lady and her Mother first committed
In the fauor of the Dutches, and I whip'd,
That with an Iron pen is writ in brasse
On my tough hart, now growne a harder mettal,
And all his brib'd approches to the Dutches
To be conceal'd, good, good, This to my Lady,
Deliuer'd as I'le order it, runs her mad.
But this may proue but courtship, let it be
I care not so it feed her Iealousie.
Ex.
Scæ. Ter.
Enter Marcelia, Francisco.Marc.
Beleeue thy teares or oathes? Can it be hop'd,
After a practice so abhor'd and horred,
Repentance e're can find thee?
Franc.
Deere Lady,
Great in your fortune, greater in your goodnes,
Make a superlatiue of excellence,
In being greatest in your sauing mercie.
I doe confesse, humbly confesse my fault,
To be beyond all pittie; my attempt,
So barberously rude, that it would turne
A saint-like patience, into sauage furie:
No spleane or anger in you of a woman,
But when a holy zeale to pietie fires you,
May, if you please, impute the fault to loue,
Or call it beastly lust, for 'tis no better
A sinne, a monstrous sinne, yet with it, many
That did proue good men after, haue bin tēpted,
And thogh I am croked now, 'tis in your powre
To make me straight againe.
Marc.
Is't possible
This can be cunning?
Franc.
But if no submission,
Nor prayers can appease you, that you may know,
'Tis not the feare of death that makes me sue thus,
But a loathed detestation of my madnesse,
Which makes me wish to liue to haue your pardon.
I will not waite the sentence of the Duke
(Since his returne is doubtfull) but I my selfe
Will doe a fearefull iustice on my selfe,
No witnesse by but you, there being no more
When I offended: yet before I doe it,
For I perceiue in you no signes of mercie,
I will disclose a secret, which dying with me,
May proue your ruine.
Marc.
Speake it, it will take from
The burthen of thy conscience.
Franc.
Thus then Madam,
The warrant by my Lord sign'd for your death,
Was but conditionall, but you must sweare
By your vnspotted truth, not to reueale it,
Or I end here abruptly.
Marc.
By my hopes
Of ioyes hereafter, on.
Franc.
Nor was it hate
That forc'd him to it, but excesse of loue,
No liuing man deseruing to enioy
My best Marcelia. With the first newes
That I am dead, for no man after me
Might e're enioy her, but till certaine proofe
Assure thee I am lost (these were his words)
—Faile not to kill her
Obserue and honor her as if the seale
Of womans goodnesse only dwelt in hers.
This trust I haue abus'd and basely wrong'd,
And if the excelling pittie of your mind
Cannot forgiue it, as I dare not hope it,
Rather then looke on my offended Lord,
I stand resolu'd to punish it.
Marc.
Hold, 'tis forgiuen,
And by me freely pardned. In thy faire life.
Hereafter studie to deserue this bountie
With thy true penitence (such I beleeue it)
Against my resolution hath forc'd from me,
But that my Lord, my Sforza should esteeme,
My life fit only as a page, to waite on
The various course of his vncertaine fortunes,
Or cherish in himselfe that sensuall hope
In death to know me as a wife, afflicts me,
Nor does his enuie lesse deserue my anger,
Which though such is my loue, I would not nourish,
Will slack the ardor that I had to see him
Returne in safetie.
Franc.
But if your entertainment
Should giue the least ground to his iealousie,
To raise vp an opinion I am false,
You then distroy your mercie. Therfore Madam
(Though I shall euer looke on you as on
My liues preseruer, and the miracle
Of human pitty) would you but vouchsafe,
In companie to doe me those faire graces
May safely warrant, it would to the Duke
(I being to your best selfe alone known guiltie)
Make me appeare most innocent.
Marc.
Haue your wishes,
And some thing I may doe to try his temper,
At least to make him know a constant wife,
Is not so slau'd to her husbands doting humors,
But that she may deserue to liue a widow,
Her fate appointing it.
Franc.
It is enough,
Shout, and Floursh
Nay all I could desire, and will make way
To my reuenge, which shall disperse it selfe
On him, on her, and all.
Ent. Tiberio & Stephano
Marc.
What shout is that?
Tib.
All happines to the Dutches, that may flow
From the Dukes new and wish'd returne.
Marc.
He's welcome.
Steph.
How coldly she receiues it.
Tib.
Obserue their encounter.
Flourish.
Ent. Sforza, Pescaria, Isabella, Mariana, Graccho & the rest.
Mar.
What you haue told me Graccho is beleeu'd,
And I'le find time to stur in't.
Grac.
As you see cause,
I will not doe ill offices.
Sf.
I haue stood
Silent thus long Marcelia, expecting
When with more then a greedie hast thou would'st
Haue flowne into my armes, and on my lippes
Haue printed a deepe welcome. My desire
To glaze my selfe in these faire eyes, haue borne me
With more then human speede. Nor durst I stay
In any Temple, or to any saint
To pay my vowes and thankes for my returne,
Till I had seene thee.
Sir, I am most happie
To looke vpon you safe, and would expresse
My loue and duty in a modest fashion,
Such as might sute with the behauior
Of one that knowes her selfe a wife, and how
To temper her desires, not like a wanton
Fierd with hot appetite, nor can it wrong me
To loue discreetly.
Sf.
How, why can there be
A meane in your affections to Sforza?
Or any act though neare so loose that may
Inuite or heighten appetite, appeare
Immodest or vncomly. Doe not moue me,
My passions to you are in extreames,
And know no bounds, come kisse me.
Marc.
I obey you.
Sf.
By all the ioyes of loue, she does salute me
As if I were her grand-father. What witch,
With cursed spels hath quench'd the amorous heat
That liued vpon these lips? Tell me Marcellia,
And truly tell me, is't a fault of mine
That hath begot this coldnesse, or neglect
Of others in my absence?
Marc.
Neither Sir,
I stand indebted to your substitute,
Noble and good Francisco for his care,
And faire obseruance of me: There was nothing
With which you being present could supply me,
That I dare say I wanted.
Sf.
How!
Marc.
The pleasures
That sacred Hymen warrants vs excepted,
Of which in troth you are too great a doter,
And there is more of beast in it then man.
Let vs loue temperatly, things violent last not,
Then true affection.
Grac.
Obserue but this,
And how she prays'd my Lords care and obseruance,
And then iudge Madam if my intelligence
Haue any ground of truth.
Mari.
No more, I marke it.
Steph.
How the Duke stands?
Tib.
As he were routed there,
And had no motion.
Pesc.
My Lord, from whence
Growes this amazement?
Sf.
It is more deare my friend,
For I am doubtfull whether I haue a being,
But certaine that my lifes a burthen to me,
Take me bake good Pescara, show me to Cæsar,
In all his rage and furie I discliame
His mercie, to liue now which is his guift,
Is worse then death, and with all studied torments.
Marcellia is vnkind, nay worse, growne cold
In her affection, my excesse of feruor,
Which it was neuer equal'd, growne distastfull.
But haue thy wishes woman, thou shalt know
That I can be my selfe, and thus shake off
The fetters of fond dotage. From my sight
Without reply, for I am apt to doe
Something I may repent. O, who would place
His happinesse in most accursed woman,
In whom obsequiousnesse ingenders pride,
And harshnesse deadly. From this howre
I'le labour to forget there are such creatures;
True friends be now my mistrisses. Cleere your browes,
And though my heart-strings cracke for't, I will be
To all, a free example of delight:
We will haue sports of all kinds, and propound
Vnsatisfiz'd though we surfeit in their store.
And neuer thinke of curs'd Marcelia more.
Ex.
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