SCEN. VI.
Ursini.
'Tis hee—I am confirm'd: Frederico, Albert's
Sonne—I'le let him live conceal'd, he's a sure
Instrument, and will serve mee for all turnes.
—humph,—could he thinke his puling sisters,
Or his Fathers, wrongs, sate so heavy on my heart-strings,
That I could be mov'd to kill my Prince
In their revenge? Indeed I lov'd her once,
Till I enjoy'd her, but she's lost, so is her memory;
I've higher thoughts now; Charintha is my aime,
Ferrando's niece; next heire to the Crowne;
Mine by his promise: can I but divorce
Valenzo from her love, together with
His life, I'me safe; 'tis that I am contriving:
He is my rivall both in a Mistresse, and
A Princes favour.—Who waits within there? ho.
Cass.
My Lord.
Enter Cass:
Urs.
Have you perform'd what I commanded you concerning
the Lady?
Cass.
Charintha? 'tis done Sir; Fungoso streight intends a
visit there.
Urs.
Leave mee—
(Exit Cass.)
'Tis well, if this slander
can but pull on murder upon him, or any of my servants, from
Valenzo's hand, his head shall answer for't; I am his judge.
(My power over the King makes mee so:)
And he shall find mee cruell; then the fort is mine,
In which his souldiers are in garrison;
This night the French, and Geno wayes intend
To ceize our emptie fleete, that rides i'th harbour;
Those men I have indear'd,—
Mount, mount my soule, let no feare weigh thee downe,
He stakes his life that thus casts at a Crowne.
Exit.
