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ACTVS, 2.
SCÆNA, 1.
Enter Iacomo the Steward, and Servants.Jac.
So, so, yet more perfume, y'are sweet Seruingmen,
make euery corner of the house smoake, bestirre
your selues, euery man know his Prouince, and bee
officious to please my Lady, according to his Talent,
haue you furnisht out the banquet?
Serv.
Most Methodically?
Jac.
Tis well, here should haue beene a fresh suite of
Arras, but no matter, these beare the age well, let'em
hang.
Serv.
And there were a Maske to entertaine his
Highnesse?
Iac.
Hang Maskes, let euery conceit shew his owne
face, my Lady would not disguise her entertainement,
and now I talke of disguising, wheres the Butler?
Butl.
Here Sir.
Iac:
Where Sir? tis my Ladies pleasure, that you be
drunk to day, you will deale her wine abroad, the more
liberally among the Dukes Seruants, you two are tall
fellowes, make good the credit of the Buttery, and when
you are drunke, I will send others to releeue you, goe
to your stations, if his Grace come hither a Suter to my
Lady, as wee haue some cause to suspect, and after marry
her, I may be a great man, and ride vpon a reuerend
Moyle by Patent, there is no end of my preferment.
I did once teach my Ladie to dance, she must then helpe
me to rise; for indeed, it is iust, that onely those, who
get their liuing by their legs, should ride vpon a Foot-cloth.
Serv.
Here's a young Gentleman: desires to speake
Jac.
More young Gentlemen? tell him I am busie.
Ser.
With my Ladie—
Jac.
Busie with my Ladie Sir?
Serv.
Would speake with my Ladie Sir?
Jacom,
I ha not done with my Ladie my selfe yet,
hee shall stay, tis for my Ladies state, no time to interrupt
my Lady, but now, Ile know his businesse, and
taste it for my Lady, if I like it, shee shall heare more,
but bid him come to mee, mee thinkes I talke, like a
peremptorie Statesman already, I shall quickly learne
to forget my selfe, when I am in great office, I will
oppresse the Subiect, flatter the Prince, take bribes
a both sides, doe right to neyther, serue Heauen as
farre as my profit will giue mee leaue, and tremble, only
at the Summons of a Parliament.
Hum? a Page, a very Page, one that would wriggle
and preferre himselfe to be a Wag, tis so, haue you any
Letter of commendations?
Dulc,
I haue a Letter Sir.
Jacom,
Let me see the complex on of the face, has it
a handsome Title Page, is it Stilo Nouo.
Dulc.
I haue command Sir, to deliuer it,
To none, but to my Lady.
Iacomo:
A forward youth, I like him, hee is not
modest, I will assist his preferment, to engage him to
my faction, a speciall Court policie, see my Lady.
Enter Cleona, Astella, Belinda.
Cleon.
Yet stay Belinda—
Bel.
I beseech you Madam
Allow excuse to my abrupt departure,
There is a businesse of much consequence,
And which you will not mourne to see effected,
Besides the duty that I owe my Lord,
Cleona.
Well, but that
Wee are acquainted with your vertue, this
Would moue suspition you were not in
Charitie with the Duke.
Belind:
You are pleasant Madam,
Cleo.
You are seuere, to bind your selfe too strictly,
From Court and entertainements, sure your Lord
Should chide you for it.
Astel.
If it please you stay
Your Ladiship and i'le conuerse together,
My vnkind fate hath indisposed me,
To these state ceremonies too.
Bel.
You will oblige me by your pardon?
Cle.
Vse your pleasure.
Ast.
Nay you shall giue me leaue a little further,
Here I am vselesse.
Exeunt Astella, Belinda.
Iac.
May it please you Madam,
This pretty Gentleman, has a suite to you,
And I in his behalfe, he will be seruiceable,
And actiue in his place, a friend of mine.
Dulc.
Your Steward Madam, is too full of zeale,
To doe me a preferment, but I haue
No other ambition, then to commend
This paper to your white hands.
Jac.
Neuer doubt,
Tis done, be bold and call me fellow.
Cleon.
Be
You circumspect I pray, that all things haue
Their perfect shape and order, to receiue
The Duke, you know our pleasure, not to spare
Or cost, or studie, to delight his Highnesse.
Iac.
I hope I haue not beene your Steward so long,
But I know how to put your Ladiship
To cost enough without study.
She reades.
Cleon.
Shall I credit
Whom I thought dead? giue him fiue hundred Crowns
Jac.
We will deuide 'em.
Cleo.
Stay.
Jac.
You need not bid,
I vse to make 'em stay, and long enough,
Ere they receiue such bounties.
Cleon.
Treasure is
Too cheape a paiment for so rich a message.
Jac,
This is the right Court largesse.
Cleon,
I must call thee,
My better Genius, haue you knowne this youth?
Iac.
If your Ladiship like him, I haue known him long
If otherwise, I nere saw him in my life.
Cl.
The day breaks glorious to my darkned thoughts,
He liues, he liues yet, cease yee amorous feares,
More to perplexe me, prethee speake sweet youth,
How fares my Lord? vpon my Virgin heart,
Ile build a flaming Altar, to offer vp
A thankefull Sacrifice for his returne,
To life, and me, speake and increase my comforts,
Is he in perfect health?
Dulc.
Not perfect Madam, vntill you blesse him with
The knowledge of your constancie.
Cleon.
O get thee wings and flye then,
Tell him my loue doth burne like Vestall fire,
Which with his memory, richer then all spices,
Dispersed odours round about my Soule,
And did refre it sh when twas dull, and sad,
With thinking of his absence.
Iac.
This is strange,
My Lady is in Loue with him.
Cleon.
Yet stay
Thou goest too soone away, where is he speake?
Dulc.
He gaue me no Commission for that Lady,
He will soone saue that question, by his presence.
Time h'as no feathers, he walkes now on crutches,
Relate his gesture when he gaue thee this,
What other words, did myrth smile on his brow,
I would not for the wealth of this great world,
He should suspect my faith, what said he prethee,
Dulc.
He said, what a warme louer, when desire
Makes eloquent could speake, he said you were
Both starre and Pilote.
Cleon.
Not to fast, my ioyes
Will be too mighty for me.
Iac:
I haue found it,
That boy comes from the Duke, that letter loue,
'Twill be a match, and please your Ladiship—
Cleo.
Forbeare your Ceremonies, what needs all this
Preparation, if the Duke vouchsafe
His person for my guest, duty will teach me,
To entertaine him without halfe this trouble,
Ile haue no ryot for his Highnesse.
Jac.
Hum?
How's this.
Cleona,
Be lesse officious, you forget!—
Sweet youth, goe forward with thy story.
Iac.
Hum?
This is a Fayrie, and the Diuell sent him
To make my Lady mad, twere well to try
Whether he be flesh and blood, ha, Ile pinch him first.
Cleon:
How now?
He pinches Dulcino.
Iac.
My care shall see nothing be wanting, for
Your honour, and the Dukes.
Cleon.
Your place I see,
Is better than your manners, goe too, be
Lesse troublesome, his Highnesse brings intents
Of grace, not burden to vs, know your duty.
Iac.
So, I were best keepe my selfe warme with my
owne office, while I may, the Tide is turn'd I see within
two Minutes, heere was nothing but looke to the
Duke, a Banquet for the Duke, now, be lesse officious,
Wee'l haue no ryot for his Highnesse, tis this Vrchin h'as
vndone all our preferment,
Cl.
The Suns lou'd flower, that shuts his yellow curtaine.
When he declineth, opens it againe
At his faire rising, with my parting Lord,
I clos'd all my delights, till his approach,
It shall not spread it selfe.
Enter Gentleman.
Gent.
Madam the Duke?
Cleon.
Already.
Enter Astella and Ladies.
Ast.
Hee is entred.
Cleon.
Do not leaue me,
I shall remember more.
Enter Duke, Fabrichio, Soranzo Giotto.
Duke.
Excellent Cleona,
Cleon.
The humble duty of a Subiect to your Highnesse.
Duke,
Rise high in our thoughts, and thus
Confirme we are welcome, to these eyes, our heart,
Shall pay a lower duty, then obedience
Hath taught your knee.
Cleon,
Your Grace much honours me,
Till this white houre, these walles were neuer proud,
T'inclose a guest, the genius of our house,
Is by so great a presence wak'd, and glories,
To entertaine you.
Duke.
Euery accent falls
Like a fresh Iewell, to encrease her valew,
Wee can but thanke Cleona.
Cleon.
Royall Sir—
Duke,
Let me reuoke that hasty syllable,
But thanke thee, yes, wee can doe more, and will,
Wee haue a heart to do't, our much greeu'd sister
I know you doe not weare this sadnesse, for
Our presence.
Ast.
If I'ue any skill in mine owne eyes,
More cheerefully, then they are wont.
Duke,
And yet I see a teare is ready to breake prison,
Ast.
It is of ioy to see you sit in health,
I hope the Prince is well?
Duke,
He will bee so
Astella, when he leaues to be vnkind
To thee, but let's forget him,
Dulc.
Fame ha's not
Iniur'd him, in the Character of his person,
And his shape promiseth a richer Soule,
I feele a new, and fierie spirit dance,
Vpon my amorous heart-strings.
Duke,
We are come
My faire Cleona.
Cleon.
With your Highnesse pardon,
That name was neuer so attended, it
Becomes your bountie, but not me to weare
That Title.
Duke,
What?
Cleon,
Of, faire my Lord?
Duke,
I said you were my faire Cleona—
Cleona.
Sir?
Duke,
I did apply,
I hope't does not offend to call you so,
Y'are yet my Subiect.
Cleon.
When I leaue that name, may Heauen—
Duke,
Be pleas'd to change it for a better.
Cleona,
It cannot.
Duke,
Doe not sinne, tis in our power
With your consent, to worke that wonder Lady.
Cleona,
I want my vnderstanding.
Duke,
Ile explaine,
Cleona,
Doe not beleeue it youth, by all the faith
Of Virgins. Ile not change my seruice, to
Thy Master for his Dukedome.
Dulc,
Y'are too noble.
What boy is that? Ha Giotto?
Dulc.
Madam, the Duke obserues vs.
Dulc.
I ha seene him,
It is no common face.
Soran.
My Lord we know not,
Duke,
Where is Grimundo?
Giot.
Not yet come my Lord.
Duk.
Send for him streight, and bid him bring the picture
We gaue into his keeping, yet, forbeare,
It is in vaine.
Sor,
My Lord, Cleona waites
Your farther Courtship.
Duke,
Whither am I carried?
Cleon.
I hope dread Sir, my house affords no obiect,
To interrupt your quiet.
Duke,
None but Heauenly,
Or could this roofe be capable of ill,
Your onely presence Lady would conuert it.
There is a virtuous Magick in your eye,
For wheresoere it casts a beame, it does
Create a goodnesse, y'aue a handsome boy.
Dulc.
The Duke is troubled?
Cleona.
He's a prettie youth.
Dulc.
I hope he wo'not take me from my Lady,
I'e say I am her Seruant.
Duke,
Something bindes
My speech, my heart is narrow of a suddaine,
Giotto take some opportunity
To enquire that youths condition, name, and Country,
And giue vs priuate knowledge, to cut off
Circumstance Lady, I am not your fresh,
And vnacquainted Louer, that doth wast
Soranzo whispers with Iacomo
The tedious Moones with preparation
To his amorous suite, I haue beene Cleona,
A long admirer of your vertues, and
Doe want the comfort of so sweet a Partner,
Cleon.
You mocke your humble handmaid.
Soran,
A stranger sayest?
Iacom:
He brought some welcome Letter
To my Lady.
Soranz.
Not know his name nor whence?
Jacom.
No my good Lord.
So so, I like this well,
My Lady does apply her to the Duke,
There is some hope agen, things may succeed
This Lords discoursing with me, is an Omen
To my familiarity with Greatnesse.
Duke,
Grimundo not come yet? I am not well.
Cle.
Good Heauen defend, Angels protect your Highnes.
Duke,
Your holy prayers cannot but doe me good.
Continue that Deuotion, Charitie
Will teach you a consent, to my departure,
Cleon.
I am vnhappy.
Duke,
Make not me so Lady,
By the least trouble of your selfe, I am
Acquainted with these passions, let me breath
A hart vpon thy lip farewell agen
Your pardon.
Exit.
Soranz,
'Tis a very strange distemper,
And suddaine, noble Lady we must waite
Vpon the Duke.
Exeunt.
Iacom.
My bud is nipt agen,
Would all the Banquet were in his belly for't.
Dulc.
Let not my eyes betray me.
Jac.
I'm sicke too,
Let not your Ladiship repent your cost,
Ile haue a care the Sweet meates bee not lost.
Exit.
Cleon.
Acquaint him with these passages of the Duke,
Tell him I long to see him, and at last
To crowne the story, say my heart shall know
No other Loue but his.
Dulc,
I flye with this
Good newes.
Exit. D. Enter Jac.
Madam here is Prince Lodwicke,
Newly discoach'd.
Cleon:
Attend him?
Jac:
Most officiously.
Cleon:
Stay it can doe no harme.
Ast.
Eene what you please.
Cleon.
If he enquire for his Lady, answer
She is not very well, and keepes her Chamber.
Iac.
Ile say she's dead if you please, 'tis my duty
Ile neuer speake truth while I liue, that shall
Offend your Ladiship.
Cleon:
You may heare all,
Enter Lodwicke, and Piero.
And when you please appeare.
Lodw:
Sicke? where's her Doctor,
Ile be acquainted with him, noble Lady.
Cleon:
Your Grace is here most welcome,
Lodw:
I am bold?
Piero:
I'm happy that my duty to the Prince
Brought me to kisse your hand.
Cl.
Beside the honour done to me, your person
Will adde much comfort to Astella, your
Weake Lady,
Lodw,
She is sicke, mend let her mend, sheele spend her
time worse, yet she knowes my minde, and might doe mee
the curtesie to die once, ide take it more kindly, then to be at
charge with a Phisitian.
Cleon:
You wo'd not poyson her?
Lodw:
I thinke I must be driuen to't, what shall a man
doe with a woman that wo'not be ruled, I ha giuen cause enough
to breake any reasonable womans heart in Savoy, and
yet you see how I am troubled with her, but leaue her to the
Destinies, where is my Brother all this while? I came to
meet him, what ist a match alreadie? when shall we daunce,
and tryumph in the Tilt-yard, for honour of the high and
mighty nuptials: where is he?
Cleon:
My Lord he is gone.
Lodw:
How?
Cleona:
Distempered.
Not with wine?
Cleon:
Departed sicke.
Lodw:
She jeeres him, by this lip Ile loue thee, and thou
wot abuse him, I knew he would but shame himselfe, and
therefore durst not come with him, for mine owne credit, I
warrant, he came fierce vpon thee with some parcell of Poetry,
which he had con'd by hart out of Tasso Guarrini, or
some other of the same melting Tribe, and thought to haue
brought thy Maiden Towne to his obedience, at the first
noyse of his furious Artillerie.
Cleon.
My Lord, you vnderstand me not, your Brother
Is not in health, some vnkind paine within him
Compeld him to forsake vs,
Lodw.
Is it true?
That he is sicke, my Brothers sicke Piero,
Pier.
I am very well here.
1. Lady?
So am not I, pray Sir appeare more ciuill
Or I shall leaue you.
Lodw:
True?
Cleona:
Tis too true my Lord.
Lodw:
No, no, truth is a vertuous thing, and we cannot
haue too much on't, d'ee heare, if I may counsell you be wise,
and stay for me, you may bee my wife within this Moneth,
and the Dutchesse too.
Cleon:
Your Wife my Lord, why you are married,
What Shall become of her?
Lodw:
Is she not sicke?
Cleona:
But are you sure sheele dye?
Lodw;
What a ridiculous question, do you make, if death
wo'not take a faire course with her, are there not reasons enough
in state thinke you, to behead her, or if that seeme
cruell, because I do not affect bloud, but for very good ends,
I can be diuorc'd from her, and leaue her rich in the Title of
Lady Dowager.
Cleona:
Vpon what offence can you pretend a Diuorce?
Lodw:
Because she is not fruitfull, is not that a sinne.
Cleon.
Would your Lordship haue her fruitfull, and you
Ne're lye with her.
Haue not I knowne a Lady, whose husband is an
Eunuch, vpon Record, mother to three or foure children and
no free conscience but commends her.
Cleon.
But these things wo'not be easily perfect, vnlesse
You were Duke to enforce em.
Lodw.
Is not my brother in the way? sicke already, and
perhaps as fit for Heauen, as an other, I know hee cannot
liue long, he's so well giuen, they neuer thriue, and then d'ee
thinke ile keepe such a Religious Court, in this corner lodge
a Couey of Capouchins, who shall zealously pray for mee
without stockins, in that a nest of Carthusians, things which
in fine turne to Otters, appeare flesh, but really are fish,
for that they feede on: no, no, giue me a Court of flourishing
pleasure where delight in all her shapes, and studied varieties,
euery minute courts the Soule, to actuate her chiefe
felicitie.
Cleon.
Doe you neuer thinke of Hell?
Lodw.
Faith I doe, but it alwayes makes me melancholy,
and therefore as seldome as I can, my contemplation shall
point thither, I am now in the spring of my life, winter will
come on fast enough, when I am old, I will be as methodicall
an hypocrite, as any paire of lawne sleeues in Sauoy.
Cleon.
I dare not heare him longer, Madam release me.
Enter Astella.
Lodw.
How now, whence come you, were you sicke?
Ast.
At heart my Lord, to thinke of your vnkindnesse.
Lodw.
At heart? ile nere beleeue, without inspection, am
I vnkind, goe to, there's not a friend in the whole world can
wish you better, would you were Canonis'd a Saint, 'tis
more then I wish my selfe yet, I doe not trouble thee much
on earth, and thou wert in Heauen, I would not pray to thee,
for feare of disturbing thy Seraphicall deuotion.
Ast.
What sinne haue I committed Sir, deserues
This distance?
Cleon.
In Christian charitie salute her.
Lodw.
I would not haue your Ladiship too ventrous,
The ayre is somewhat cold, and may endanger
A weake body.
There's an other duty, my Lord required frō husband.
Lodw.
My Madam would to rutte, hath your honour, no
pretty dapper Monkey, each morning to giue you a heat in
a dance, is not your Doctor gamesome.
Ast.
If the suspition that I am vnchast—
Lodw.
Vnchast? by this hand I doe not know one honest
woman in the Dukedome.
Cleon.
How my Lord, what doe you thinke of me?
Lodw.
I know not whether you be a woman or no, yet.
Cleon.
Fye my Lord.
Lodw.
What would you haue me doe, I haue not seene
her this sixe Moneths.
Ast.
Oh rather my Lord conclude my sufferings,
Then thus with tortures lengthen out my death,
Oh kill me, and I beseech you I will kisse
The instrument, which guided by your hand,
Shall giue my griefe a period, and pronounce
Enter Grimundo.
With my last breath, your free forgiuenesse.
Lodw.
No kill your selfe, more good will come on't, how
now? nay then w'are like to haue a precious time on't.
Cleon.
The Duke my Lord enquir'd for you.
Grim.
I met
His Highnesse in returne, and he employ'd me
To bring backe knowledge of his better health,
Which hee sayes, shall enable him, but to
Expresse how much he honours faire Cleona.
Cleon.
I am his studious Seruant, and reioyce
In this good newes: your Brother is recouered.
Lodw.
I I, I knew he would doe well enough, now Sir?
Grim:
I haue some businesse, with you my Lord,
Were you at opportunitie.
Lodw.
Some morall exhortations, they are fruitlesse, I
shall neuer eat garlike with Diogenes in a Tub, and speculate
the Starres without a shirt, prethee enioy thy Religion, and
liue at last most Phylosophycall lousie.
Grim:
My designe is of an other nature.
Cleon:
May I obtaine so great a fauour Sir,
You'ld be my Guest is absence of the Duke,
His health in Greeke-wine.
Lodw.
So this Lady will be temperate, and vse mee but
like a stranger, without pressing me to inconueniences of kissing
her, and other superstitious Courtship of a Husband.
Cleona:
I will engage sheele not offend you.
Lodw.
And yet it goes against my conscience to tarry so
long in honest company, but my comfort is I doe not vse it,
come away Piero, you haue had a fine time on't.
Cleona:
My Lord.
Grim:
I follow Madam, yet haue comfort,
Though reason and example vrge our feares,
Heauen will not let you loose so many teares.
Enter Foscari, and Dulcino.
Fosc.
Did she receiue my Letter with such ioy?
Dulc.
I wont express on my Lord, to giue you
The circumstance, with a flowing Loue,
Or rather with what glad deuotion
She entertain'd it, at your very name,
For so I guest, to which her couetous sight
Made the first haste, one might haue seene her heart
Dance in her eyes, and as the wonder stroue
To make her pale, warme loue did fortifie
Her cheekes, with guiltie blushes, she did read
And kisse the paper often, mingled questions,
Some halfe propounded, as her Soule had beene
Too narrow, to receiue what you had writ,
She quite forgot.
Fosc:
This was before the Duke
Came thither?
Dulc:
Yes my Lord.
Fosc:
And didst thou not
Obserue her at his presence slacke that feruour,
Her former passion had begot of me?
Was shee not courtly to him boy?
Dulc.
So farre
As her great birth, and breeding, might direct
That was her Prince.
Fosc.
She kiss'd him, did she not?
Dulc.
She kiss'd.
Fosc.
He did salute her?
Dulc.
Yes my Lord.
Fosc:
And didst not see a flame hang on her lip,
A spirit busie to betray her loue,
And in a sigh conuey it to him? Oh,
Thou canst not read a woman, did he not
Woe her to be his Dutchesse?
Dulc:
Yes my Lord.
Fosc:
Thou shouldst ha watcht her cheeke then, there a blush
Had beene a guilt indeed, a feeble answere,
With halfe a smile, had beene an argument
Shee had beene lost, and the temptation
Aboue her strength, which had I knowne, I could
Ha slept, and neuer beene disturb'd, although
I had met her in a dreame.
Dulc:
My Lord, you weaue
A causelesse trouble to your selfe.
Fosc,
Oh Iealousie.
I am asham'd—
Dulc.
If euer woman lou'd
With saith, Cleona honours you aboue
Mankind, 'twere sinne but to suspect so chast,
So furnish'd with all vertue, your Cleona,
Fosc.
It were indeed, I am too blame Dulcino,
Yet when thou com'st to be so ripe, for so
Much miserie, as to loue, thou wo't excuse me,
Dulc,
My Lord if I might not offend with my
Opinion, it were safest that you loose
No time, your presence would confirme a ioy
To eyther, and preuent the Duke, whose strong
Solicits, may in time, endanger much
The quiet of your thoughts.
Fosc.
Why can there be
Suspition she will varie, doe not checke
The faith I haue in thee, shee can proue false.
Dulc.
Mistake me not, I doe not doubt her truth,
But shee's a woman, and if you delay
To interpose your selfe, his Greatnesse may
In time, without iniustice to your Loue,
Winne vpon her affection, you shall doe
A great impietie to neglect her now.
With so much proofe, and loyaltie of honour.
Fosc:
Oh neuer, neuer, and I will reward
Her loue, beyond example, thus Dulcino
Thou shalt returne.
Dulc:
My Lord I had much rather
Waite on you to her.
Fosc.
Tush, thou vnderstandst not
What I haue purpos'd, thou shalt presently
Goe backe, and tell Cleona, I am dead.
Dulc:
How dead?
Fosc.
I boy, that I am dead, nay marke
The issue.
Dulc:
But my Lord, she hath your Letter
To checke that.
Fosc.
Thou shalt frame something, to take
That off, some fine inuention may be made,
To say 'twas forg'd, wee'le study that anon,
In the assurance of my death, which must
Be so deliuered, as she shall beleeue thee,
She may affect the Duke.
Dulc:
How Sir, the Duke?
Fosc:
I, I, the Duke, for that's the plot,
I must aduance.
Dulc:
And will you thus reward
So great a loue to you.
Fosc:
Best, best of all,
Shall I be so vngratefull to a Lady,
Of such rare merit, when a Prince desires
To make her great, by my vnworthy interest
Destroy her blessings, hinder such a fortune
In this I will expresse the height, and glorie
Of my best seruice.
Dulc.
Are you sir in earnest?
Fosc.
I loue her, and can neuer see her more,
Posteritie shall learne new pietie
In loue from me, it will become me looke on,
Cleona a farre off, and onely mention
Her name, as I doe Angels in my Prayer,
Thus she deserues I should conuerse with her,
Thus I most nobly loue her.
Dulc.
Doth shee languish
Expecting you, and shall I carry death
To comfort her? good Heauen forbid this Sir.
Fosc.
Heauen doth inuite me to it, she shall raigne
Glorious in power, while I let fall my beads
That she might prosper, be not thou an enemy
To her and mee, I see thou art vnwilling
To this imployment, if th'ast any wish
To see me happy, to preserue my life,
And honour, which was neuer more engag'd,
If I shall thinke thou art not very wicked,
A false, dissembling boy, deny me not
This office, vse what circumstance thou wilt,
To thriue in this report, and thy sad breath,
Shall giue a fained, saue a reall death.
Exit.
Dulc.
I'me lost ith springing of my hope, shall I
Obey him to destroy my selfe? I must,
I dare not be my selfe, no neede haue they,
Of other force, that make themselues away.
Exit.
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