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Actus Primus.

Enter Roseilli and Roderico D'anolos.
Ros.
Depart the Court.

R. D.
Such was the Dukes command.

Ros.
You'ar Secretary to the State and him,
Great in his counsels, wise, & (I think) honest
Haue you, in turning ouer old Records,
Read but one name descended of the house
Of Lelus, in his loyalty remisse?

R. D.
Neuer, my Lord.

Ros.
Why then should I now, now, when glorious peace
Triumphs in change of pleasures, be wip'd off,
Like to a vselesse moth, from Courtly ease:
And whither must I goe?

R. D.
You haue the open world before you.

Ros.
Why then tis like I'me banisht.

R. D.
Not so;
My warrant is onely to command you from the Court,
Within fiue houres to depart after notice taken,
And not to liue within thirty miles of it,
Vntill it be thought meet by his Excellence
To call you backe: now I haue warn'd you, my Lord,
At your perill be it if you disobey; I shall
Informe the Duke of your discontent.—
Exit R. D.

Ros,
Doe, Politician, doe:
I scent the plot of this disgrace; 'tis Fiormonda, shee,
That glorious Widow, whose commanding checke
Ruines my Loue; like foolish beasts, thus they
Finde danger, that prey too neere the Lions denne.

Enter Fernando and Petruchio.
Fer.
My Noble Lord Roseilli!

Ros.
Sir, the joy
I should haue welcom'd you with, is wrap'd vp
In Clouds of my disgrace; yet, honoured Sir,
Howsoeuer frownes of great ones cast me downe,
My seruice shall pay tribute in my lownesse,
To your vprising vertues.

Fer.
Sir, I know
You are so well acquainted with your owne,
You need not flatter mine; trust me, my Lord,
I'le be a sutor for you.

Petr.
And I'le second
My Nephewes suit with importunity.

Ros.
You are, my Lord Fernando, late return'd
From trauels; pray instruct me, since the voyce
Of most supreme Authority commands
My absence: I determine to bestow
Some time in learning Languages abroad;
Perhaps the change of ayre may change in me
Remembrance of my wrongs at home: Good Sir
Informe me; say I meant to liue in Spaine,
What benefit of knowledge might I treasure?

Fer.
Troth, Sir, I'le freely speake as I haue sound:
In Spaine you lose experience; 'tis a Clymate
To hot to nourish Arts; the Nation proud,
And in their pride vnsociable; the Court
More plyable to glorifie it selfe
Then doe a stranger grace; if you intend
To trafficke like a Merchant, 'twere a place
Might better much your Trade; but as for me,
I soone tooke surfeit on it.

Ros.
What for France?

Fer.
France I more praise and loue; you are (my Lord)
Your selfe for horsemanship much fam'd; and there
You shall haue many proofes to shew your skill,
The French are passing Courtly, ripe of wit,
Kind, but extreme dissemblers; you shall haue
A French-man ducking lower than your knee,
At th'instant mocking euen your very shoo-tyes:
To giue the Countrey due, it is on earth
A Paradise; and if you can neglect
Your owne appropriaments, but praysing that
In others, wherein you excell yourselfe,
You shall be much belou'd there.

Ros.
Yet, me thought,
I heard you and the Dutchesse, two nights since,
Discoursing of an Iland thereabouts
Call'd—let me thinke—'twas—

Fer.
England.

Ros.
That, pray Sir,
You haue beene there, me thought I heard you praise it.

Fer.
I'le tell you what I found there; men as neat,
As Courtly as the French, but in Condition
Quite opposite: Put case that you (my Lord)
Could be more rare on horse-backe than you are,
If there (as there are many) one excell'd
You in your Art, as much as you doe others,
Yet will the English thinke, their owne is nothing
Compar'd with you a stranger; in their habits
They are not more fantasticke than vncertaine:
In short, their fare abundance; manhood, beauty,
No Nation can disparage but it selfe.

Ros.
My Lord, you haue much eas'd me, I resolue.

Fer.
And whither are you bent?

Ros.
My Lord for trauell,
To speed for England.

Fer.
No, my Lord, you must not;
I haue yet some priuate Conference
To impart vnto you for your good: at night
I'le meet you at my Lord Petruchio's house,
Till then be secret.

Ros.
Dares my Cozen trust me?

Petr.
Dare, I my Lord! yes, 'lesse your fact were greater
Than a bold womans spleene.

Ros.
The Duke's at hand,
And I must hence, my seruice to your Lordships.

Exit.
Petr.
Now Nephew, as I told you, since the Duke
Hath held the reines of state in his owne hand,
Much altered from the man he was before,
(As if he were transformed in his mind)
To sooth him in his pleasures, amongst whom
Is fond Ferentes; one whose pride takes pride
In nothing more then to delight his lust;
And he (with griefe I speake it) hath, I feare,
Too much besotted my vnhappy daughter,
My poore Colona; whom, for kinreds sake,
As you are noble, as you honour vertue,
Perswade to loue her selfe: a word from you
May win her more then my entreaties or frownes.

Fer.
Vnckle, I'le doe my best; meane time pray tell me
Whose mediation wrought the Marriage
Betwixt the Duke and Dutchesse? who was agent?

Petr.
His rouing eye, and her inchanting face,
The onely dower Nature had ordained
T'aduance her to her Bride-bed: She was daughter
Vnto a Gentleman of Millaine, no better;
Prefer'd to serue in the Duke of Millaine's Court:
Where, for her beauty, she was greatly fam'd:
And passing late from thence to Monacho,
To visit there her Vncle, Paul Bagloone,
The Abbot; Fortune (Queene to such blind matches)
Presents her to the Dukes eye, on the way
As he pursues the Deere: in short, my Lord,
He saw her, lou'd her, woo'd her, won her, match'd her,
No counsell could diuert him.

Fer.
She is faire.

Petr.
She is; and to speake truth, I thinke right Noble
In her Conditions.

Fer.
If when I should choose,
Beauty and Vertue were the Fee propos'd,
I should not passe for parentage.

Petr.
The Duke doth come.

Fer.
Let's breake off talke: if euer, now
Good Angell of my soule protect my truth.

Enter Duke, Biancha, Fiormonda, Nibrassa, Ferentes, Iulia and D'auolos.
Duke.
Come my Biancha, reuell in mine armes,
Whiles I, wrapt in my admiration, view
Lillies and Roses growing in thy cheekes.
Fernando! oh thou halfe my selfe! no ioy
Could make my pleasures full without thy presence.
I am a Monarch of felicitie,
Proud in a paire of Iewels, rich and beautifull;
A perfect Friend, a Wife aboue compare.

Fer.
Sir, if a man so low in ranke, may hope
By loyall duty, and deuoted zeale,
To hold a Correspondence in friendship
With one so mighty as the Duke of Pavy,
My vttermost ambition is to climbe
To those deserts may giue the stile of seruant.

Duke.
Of partner in my Dukedome, in my heart,
As freely as the priuilege of blood
Hath made them mine, Phillippo and Fernando
Shall be without distinction: Looke, Biancha,
On this good man; in all respects to him
Be as to me: onely the name of husband,
And reuerent obseruance of our bed
Shall differ vs in persons, else in soule
We are all one.

Bian.
I shall, in best of Loue,
Regard the bosome-partner of my Lord.

Fior.
Ferentes.

Fere.
Madam.

Fior.
You are one loues Courtship,
He had some change of words; 'twere no lost labour
To stuffe your Table-bookes, the man speakes wisely.

Feren.
I'me glad your Highnesse is to pleasant.

Duke.
Sister.

Fior.
My Lord and brother.

Duke.
You are too silent;
Quicken your sad remembrance: though the losse
Of your dead husband be of more account
Then slight neglect, yet 'tis a sinne against
The state of Princes to exceed a meane
In mourning for the dead.

Fior.
Should forme, my Lord,
Preuaile aboue affection? no, it cannot.
You haue your selfe here a right noble Dutchesse,
(Vertuous at least) and should your grace now pay
(Which heauen forbid) the debt you owe to Nature,
I dare presume, shee'd not so soone forget
A Prince that thus aduanc'd her.—Madam, could you?

R. D.
Bitter and shrewd.

Bian.
Sister, I should too much bewray my weaknesse,
To giue a resolution on a passion
I neuer felt nor fear'd.

Nibr.
A modest answer.

Fer.
If credit may be giuen to a face,
My Lord, I'le vndertake on her behalfe;
Her words are trusty Heralds to her mind.

Fior.
Exceeding good; the man will vndertake:
Obserue it, Da'uolos.

R. D.
I doe, Lady; 'tis a smooth prayse.

Duke.
Friend, in thy iudgement I approue thy loue,
And loue thee better for thy iudging mine;
Though my gray headed Senate in the lawes
Of strickt opinion and seuere dispute,
Would tye the limits of our free effects,
(Like superstitious Iewes, to match with none
But in a tribe of Princes like our selues)
Grosse nurtur'd slaues, who force their wretched soules
To crouch to profit; nay, for trash and wealth,
Dote on some crooked or mishapen forme,
Hugging wise Natures lame deformity,
Begetting creatures vgly as themselues:
But why should Princes doe so, that command
The store-house of the earths hid minerals?
No, my Biancha, thou art to me as deare
As if thy portion had bin Europes riches,
Since in thine eyes lyes more than these are worth:
Set on; they shall be strangers to my heart
That enuy thee thy Fortunes:
Come, Fernando, my but divided selfe, what we haue done
We are onely debtor to heauen for.—On.

Fior.
Now take thy time, or neuer, Da'uolos;
Preuaile, and I will raise thee high in grace.—

Exeunt.
R. D.
Madam, I will omit no Art.
Da'uolos stayes Fernando.
My honour'd Lord Fernando.

Fer.
To me, Sir?

R. D.
Let me beseech your Lordship
To excuse me, in the noblenesse of your wisedome,
If I exceed good manners: I am one, my Lord,
Who in the admiration of your perfect vertues,
Doe so truly honour and reuerence your deserts,
That there is not a creature beares life
Shall more faithfully study to doe you seruice
In all offices of duty, and vowes of due respect.

Fer.
Good Sir, you bind me to you: is this all?

R. D.
I beseech your eare a little, good my Lord; what I
Haue to speake, concernes your reputation and best fortune.

Fer.
How's that? my Reputation? lay aside
Superfluous Ceremony; speake, what is't?

R. D.
I doe repute my selfe
The blessed'st man aliue, that I shall be the first
Giues your Lordship newes of your perpetuall comfort.

Fer.
As how?

R. D.
If singular beauty, vnimitable vertues, honor, youth,
And absolute goodnesse be a fortune, all those are at once
Offered to your particular choyce.

Fer.
Without delayes, which way?

R. D.
The great and gracious Lady Fiormonda loue you,
Infinitely loues you.—But, my Lord, as euer you tendered
A seruant to your pleasures, let mee not be reueal'd, that
I gaue you notice on't.

Fer.
Sure you are strangely out of tune, Sir.

R. D.
Please but to speake to her, be but Courtly ceremonius
With her, vse once but the language of affection, if I
Mis-report ought besides my knowledge, let me neuer
Haue place in your good opinion: oh, these women, my Lord
Are as brittle mettle as your glasses, as smooth, as slippery:
Their very first substance was quicke-sands; let 'em looke
Neuer to demurely, one phillip choakes them: my Lord,
Shee loues you I know it.—But I beseech your Lordship
Not to discouer me; I would not for the world shee
Should know that you know it by me.

Fer.
I vnderstand you, and to thanke your care
Will studie to requite it; and I vow
She neuer shall haue notice of your newes
By me, or by my meanes. And, worthy Sir,
Let me alike inioyne you not to spaake
A word of that I vnderstand her loue;
And as for me, my word shall be your suretie
I'le not as much as giue her cause to thinke
I euer heard it.

R. D.
Nay, my Lord,
Whatsoeuer I inferre, you may breake with her in it
If you please, for rather than silence should hinder
You one step to such a fortune, I will expose my selfe
To any rebuke for your sake, my good Lord.

Fer.
You shall not, indeed Sir, I am still your friend,
And will proue so; for the present I am forc'd
To attend the Duke, good houres befall ye, I must leaue you.

Exit.
R. D.

Gon already; S'foot I ha marr'd all, this is worse
and worse, he's as cold as Hemlocke; if her Highnesse knows
how I haue gone to worke, she'll thanke me scuruily: a pox
of all dull braines; I tooke the cleane contrary course: there
is a mysterie in this slight carelesnesse of his, I must fift it,
and I will find it. vd's me, foole my selfe out of my wit:
well, I'le choose some fitter opportunity to inueagle him,
and till then, smooth her vp, that hee is a man ouerioyed
with the report.—

Exit.
Enter Ferentes and Colona.
Feren.

Madam, by this light I vow my selfe your seruant;
onely yours, in especially yours: time, like a turne-coat, may
order and disorder the outward fashions of our bodies, but
shall neuer inforce a change on the constancy of my minde,
sweet Colona, faire Colona, young and sprightfull Lady, doe
not let me in the best of my youth, languish in my earnest
affections.

Col.
Why should you seeke, my Lord, to purchase glory
By the disgrace of a silly maid?

Feren.
That I confesse too;

I am euery way so vnworthy of the first fruits of thy embraces,
so far beneath the riches of thy merit, that it can be no
honor to thy fame, to rank me in the number of thy seruants,
yet proue me how true, how firme I will stand to thy pleasures,
to thy command; and as time shall serue be euer thine:
Now prethe deere Colona.

Col,
Well, well, my Lord, I haue no heart of flint;
Or if I had, you know by cunning words
How to out-weare it.—But.

Feren.
But what? doe not pitty thy owne gentlenesse,
Louely Colona; shall I speake? shall I? say
But I, and our wishes are made vp.

Col.
How shall I say I, when my feares say no?

Feren.
You wil not faile to meet two houres hence, sweet.

Col.
No; yes, yes, I would haue said, how my tongue trips.

Fere.
I take that promise, & that double yes as an assurance
Of thy faith, in the groue (good sweet remember)
In any case alone (d'ee marke loue) not as much as your
Dutchesse little dog, (you'll not forget) two houres hence,
(Thinke on't, and misse not,) till then—

Col.
Oh, if you should proue false, and loue another?

Feren.
Defie me then; I'le be all thine, aud a seruant
Onely to thee, onely to thee.—
Exit Colona.
Very passing good, three honest women in our Courts
Here of Italy, are enough to discredit a whole Nation
Of that sexe: he that is not a Cuckold, or a Bastard,
Is a strangely happy man; for a chaste wife, or a mother
That neuer stept awry, are wonders, wonders in Italy.
S'life I haue got the feat on't, and am euery day
More actiue in my trade; 'tis a sweet sinne, this slip
Of mortality, and I haue tasted enough for one
Passion of my senses: Here comes more worke for me:
Enter Iulia.
And how does my owne Iulia, mew vpon this sadnesse?
What's the matter you are melancholly?
Whither away, wench?

Iul.
'Tis well, the time has bin when your smooth tongue
Would not haue mock'd my griefes, and had I bin more
Chary of mine honor, you had still bin lowly as you were.

Feren.
Lowly? why I am sure I cannot be much more lowly
Then I am to thee, thou bring'st me on my bare knees
Wench, twice in euery foure and twenty houres, besides
Halfe turnes instead of Beuers; what must we next
Doe, sweet-heart?

Iul.
Breake vowes on your side, I expect no other,
But euery day looke when some newer choice
May violate your honour and my trust.

Feren.
Indeed forsooth, how they by that la, I hope I neglect
No opportunity to your Nunquam satis, to be call'd
In question for; goe, thou art as fretting as an old
Grogrum, by this hand I loue thee for't, it becomes thee
So prettily to be angry: well, if thou should'st dye,
Farewell all loue with me for euer: goe, I'le meet
Thee soone in thy Ladies backe lobby, I will, wench,
Looke for me.

Iul.
But shall I be resolu'd you will be mine?

Feren.
All thine; I will reserue my best ability,
My heart, my honour, onely to thee, onely to thee:
Pitty of my blood away, I heare company
Comming on: remember soone I am all thine,
I will liue perpetually onely to thee, away.—
Exit Iul.
S'foot I wonder about what time of the yeare
I was begot; sure it was when the Moone was
In coniunction, and all the other Planets
Drunke at a Morrice-dance: I am haunted
Aboue patience, my mind is not as infinite to doe,
As my occasions are proffered of doing: Chastity! I am
An Eunuch, if I thinks there be any such thing; or
If there be, 'tis amongst vs men, for I neuer found it
In a woman, throughly tempted, yet: I haue a shrewd hard
Taske comming on, but let it passe: who comes now?
Enter Fernando.
My Lord, the Dukes friend! I will striue to be inward with
Him, my Noble Lord Fernando.

Fer.
My Lord Ferentes, I should change some words
Of consequence with you; but since I am,
For this time, busied in more serious thoughts,
I'le picke some fitter opportunity.

Feren.
I will wait your pleasure, my Lord,—Good day to
Your Lordship.—
Exit Feren.

Fer.
Traytor to friendship, whither shall I runne,
That lost to reason cannot sway the float
Of the vnruly faction in my bloud?
The Dutchesse, oh the Dutchesse! in her smiles
Are all my ioyes abstracted; death to my thoughts,
My other plague comes to me.

Enter Fiormonda and Iulia.
Fior.
My Lord Fernando, what, so hard at study?
You are a kind companion to your selfe,
That loue to be alone so.

Fer.
Madam, no;
I rather chose this leasure to admire
The glories of this little world, the Court,
Where like so many starres on seuerall thrones,
Beauty and greatnesse shine in proper Orbes,
Sweet matter for my meditation.

Fior.
So, so, Sir, (leaue vs Iulia) your owne proofe
Exit Iul.
By trauell and prompt obseruation,
Instruct you how to place the vse of speech;
But since you are at leisure, pray let's sit;
Wee'll passe the time a little in discourse:
What haue you seene abroad?

Fer.
No wonders, Lady,
Like these I see at home.

Fior.
At home! as how?

Fer.
Your pardon, if my tongue (the voyce of truth)
Report but what is warranted by sight.

Fior.
What sight?

Fer.
Looke in your glasse, and you shall see
A miracle.

Fior.
What miracle?

Fer.
Your Beauty,
So farre aboue all beauties else abroad,
As you are in your owne, superlatiue.

Fior.
Fie, fie, your wit hath too much edge.

Fer.
Would that,
Or any thing, that I could challenge mine,
Were but of value to expresse how much
I serue in loue the sister of my Prince.

Fior.
'Tis for your Princes sake then, not for mine.

Fer.
For you in him, and much for him in you.
I must acknowledge, Madam, I obserue
In your affects a thing to me most strange,
Which makes me so much honour you the more.

Fior.
Pray tell it.

Fer.
Gladly, Lady:
I see how opposite to youth and custome
You set before you in your Tableture
Of your remembrance, the becomming griefes
Of a most loyall Lady; for the losse
Of so renown'd a Prince as was your Lord.

Fior.
Now good my Lord, no more of him.

Fer.
Of him!
I know it is a needlesse taske in me
To set him forth in his deserued praise,
You better can record it; For you find
How much more hee exceeded other men
In most Heroick vertues of account,
So much more was your losse in losing him.
Of him! his praise should be a field too large,
Too spacious, for so meane an Orator
As I, to range in.

Fior.
Sir, enough; 'tis true,
He well deseru'd your labour; on his death-bed
This Ring hee gaue mee, bade mee neuer part
With this, but to the man I lou'd as dearely
As I lou'd him; yet since you know which way
To blaze his worth so rightly, in returne
To your deserts, weare this for him and me.

Fer.
Madam.

Fior.
'Tis yours.

Fer.
Me thought you said, he charg'd you
Not to imparr it but to him you lou'd
As dearely as you lou'd him.

Fior.
True, I said so.

Fer.
O then farre be it, my vnhallowed hand
With any rude intrusion should vnuaile
A Testament enacted by the dead.

Fior.
Why man, that Testament is disanull'd,
And cancell'd quite by vs that liue: looke here,
My bloud is not yet freez'd; for better instance
Be iudge your selfe, experience is no danger:
Cold are my sighs; but feele, my lips are warme.

(kisses him
Fer.
What meanes the vertuous Marquesse?

Fior.
To new kisse
The oath to thee, which whiles he liu'd was his:
Hast thou yet power to loue?

Fer.
To loue?

Fior.
To meet
Sweetnesse of language in discourse as sweet.

Fer.
Madam, 'twere dulnesse, past the ignorance
Of common blockheads, not to vnderstand
Whereto this fauour tends; and 'tis a fortune
So much aboue my Fate, that I could wish
No greater happinesse on earth; but know,
Long since, I vow'd to liue a single life.

Fior.
What was't you said?

Fer.
I said I made a vow.
Enter Biancha, Petruchio, Colona, Da'uolos.
Blessed deliuerance!

Fior.
Preuented? mischiefe on this interruption.

Bian.
My Lord Fernando you encounter fitly,
I haue a suit t'ee.

Fer.
'Tis my duty, Madam,
To be commanded.

Bian.
Since my Lord the Duke
Is now dispos'd to mirth, the time serues well
For mediation, that he would be pleas'd
To take the Lord Roseilli to his grace,
He is a Noble Gentleman: I dare
Ingage my credit, loyall to the state:
And, Sister, one that euer stroue (me thought)
By speciall seruice, and obsequious care,
To win respect from you; it were a part
Of gracious fauour, if you pleas'd to ioyne
With vs, in being sutors to the Duke
For his returne to Court.

Fior.
To Court! indeed
You haue some cause to speake; he vndertooke
Most Champion-like to win the prize at tilt,
In honour of your picture.—Marry did he:
There's not a Groome o'th Querry, could haue matcht
The jolly riding man; pray get him backe,
I doe not need his seruice, Madam, I.

Bian.
Not need it, sister? why? I hope you thinke
'Tis no necessity in me to moue it,
More then respect of honour.

Fior.
Honour? puh,
Honour is talk'd of more than knowne by some.

Bian.
Sister, these words I vnderstand not.

Fer.
Swell not vnruly thoughts:
Madam, the motion you propose, proceeds
From the true touch of goodnesse; 'tis a plea
Wherein my tongue and knee shall ioyntly striue
To beg his Highnesse for Roseillie's cause:
Your iudgement rightly speakes him; there is not
In any Court of Christendome, a man
For quality or trust more absolute.

Fior.
How? is't euen so?

Petr.
I shall for euer blesse
Your Highnesse for your gracious kind esteems
Of my dishartned kinsman; and to adde
Encouragement to what you vndertake,
I dare affirme, 'tis no important fault
Hath caus'd the Dukes distaste.

Bian.
I hope so too.

R. D.
Let your Highnes, and you al, my Lords, take aduice
How you motion his Excellency on Roseillie's behalfe:
There is more danger in that man than is fit to be
Publikely reported; I could wish things were otherwise
For his owne sake; but I'le assure ye, you will exceedingly
Alter his Excellencies disposition (he now is in) if you but
Mention the name of Roseilli to his eare; I am so much
Acquainted in the processe of his actions.

Bian.
If it be so, I am the sorrier, Sir;
I'me loth to moue my Lord vnto offence,
Yet I'le aduenture chiding.

Fer.
Oh had I India's gold, I'de giue it all
T'exchange one priuate word, one minutes breath
With this hart-wounding beauty.

Enter Duke, Ferentes, and Nibrassa.
Duke.
Prethe no more, Ferentes, by the faith
I owe to honour, thou hast made me laugh
Beside my spleene; Fernando, hadst thou heard
The pleasant humour of Maurucio's dotage
Discours'd, how in the winter of his age
He is become a Louer, thou wouldst sweare
A Morris-dance were but a Tragedy
Compar'd to that: well, we will see the youth:
What Councell hold you now, sirs?

Bia.
We, my Lord, were talking of the horsmanship in France
Which, as your friend reports, he thinks exceeds
All other Nations.

Duke.
How? why, haue not we
As gallant Riders here?

Fer.
None that I know.

Duke.
Pish, your affection leads you; I dare
Wage a thousand Ducats not a man in France
Out-rides Roseilli.

Fior.
I shall quit this wrong.

Bian.
I said as much, my Lord.

Fer.
I haue not seene
His practice, since my comming backe.

Duke.
Where is he?
How is't we see him not?

Petr.
What's this? what's this?

Fer.
I heare he was commanded from the Court.

R. D.
Oh confusion on this villanous occasion.

Duke.
True; but we meant a day or two at most,
Should be his furthest terme; not yet return'd?
Where's D'auolos?

R. D.
My Lord.

Duke.
You know our minds,
How comes it thus to passe, we misse Roseilli.

R. D.

My Lord, in a sudden discontent I heare he departed
towards Beneuento, determining (as I am giuen to vnderstand)
to passe to Siuill, minding to visit his Cozen Don Pedro
de Toledo, in the Spanish Court.

Duke.
The Spanish Court! now by the blessed bones
Of good S. Francis, let there postes be sent
To call him backe, or I will poste thy head
Beneath my foot; ha! you, you know my mind,
Looke that you get him backe; the Spanish Court,
And without our Commission,—say!

Petr.
Here's fine jugling.

Bian.
Good Sir be not so mou'd.

Duke.
Fie, fie, Biancha;
'Tis such a grosse indignity, I'de rather
Haue lost seuen yeares reuenue.—The Spanish Court!
How now, what ayles our sister?

Fior.
On the sudden
I fall a bleeding, 'tis an ominous signe;
Pray heauen it turne to good.—Your highnes leaue.—

Exit
Duke.
Looke to her; come Fernando, come Biancha,
Let's striue to ouerpasse this cholericke heat:
Sirra, see that you trifle not. How we,
Who sway the mannage of authority,
May be abus'd by smooth officious agents?
But looke well to our sister.—

Exeunt.
Petr.
Nephew, please you
To see your friend to night?

Fer.
Yes, Vnckle, yes:
Thus bodies walke vnfold; mine eyes but followes
My heart intomb'd in yonder goodly shrine:
Life without her, is but death's subtill snares,
And I am but a Coffin to my cares.

Exeunt.