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SCEN. II.
Alp.Die? and let her, what should wee do with her here
an shee be mad? I hope Ladies you have more wit than to
die o'th sullens.
Val.
Griefe dares not be so rude, did you but checke it.
Flor:
Las Sir, our miseries have taught it insolence,
Pier.
Rather your owne indulgence, Madame.
Val.
Pleasure's the same in Naples as in Sicily.
Viol:
So are our losses too.
The eyes sad flux is tributary due
Unto your dead Lords memories, I confesse it,
It carries vertue in't, but how? whilst it is moderate
Alp.
Pish, let the dead care for themselves:
Did you but see how ugly sorrow lookes.—
Pier.
And then how fruitlesse.
Flor.
Yes, where 'tis false, but wee
Have griefe as reall as our misery.
Exeunt omnes præter Alphon: & Fungoso.
Alp.
Fun, thy judgement Fun, what think'st thou of these
Ladies?
Fun.
In my judgement, (since your Lordship is pleas'd to
make use of my judgement,) which indeed (my good Lord)
is very small.
Alph.
I perceive thou hast one good qualitie, thou wilt
speake truth.
Fun.
Truth (my Lord) is precious; but I say in that little
judgement I have: (judgement, (since your Lordship was
pleas'd to terme it so) but that's all one,) in my minde they'r
mightily taken;—
Alph.
With what?
Fun.
A passion (my good Lord,) which the learned call
griefe.
Alph.
Thy judgement against any mans in Naples.
Fung:
My Lord, I praise not my selfe, yet I can prove by
this that they are in love.
Alp:
As how?
Fung.
Griefe alwayes followes love; if griefe follow love,
love go's before, ergo, they're in love.
Alph:
So, suppose now—
Fun:
(My good Lord) I doe suppose.
Alph.
What?
Fung:
Even what your Lordship pleases.
Alph.
Suppose then, any of 'em should be in love with mee,
would you?—
Fun.
Yes my Lord.
Alph.
What?
Fun.
Any thing.—
Bring her to my chamber.
Fun:
—But pimpe, it will contaminate.—
Alp.
A fooles head, will it not? I say you shall bring her.
Fun:
Nay then I will not bring her; slid, shall bring her?
shall bring her?
Alp.
Nay but Fun.—Pox on him, he'le discover mee.
Exit Fun. Alph. running after him.
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