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Scene 1.
Philautus, Fidelio, Faustina.Faust.
Now let mee bid you welcome from the warres,
Laden with conquest, and the golden fleece
Of honour, which like Iason, you haue brought
T'inrich your Country, now indebted to you.
Had it not beene a pitty such a talent
Of vertue should be lost or ill imployd?
Phil.
Lady, you are a good Physicion,
It was your counsel wrought this miracle,
Beyond the power of Æsculapius:
For when my mind was stupified, and lost
In the pursuit of pleasures: all my body
Torne, and dissected with close vanityes,
You haue collected me anew to life:
As they were first adulterous, and yeeld
A due submission for the wrong I did
Both to your selfe, and sex.
Faust.
Sir, for my part,
You haue your pardon.
Phil.
You were borne to quit mee.
Fude.
But when you know the Authour of your freedome,
You'll thanke her more.
Phil.
Why, who is it?
Fudel.
Your sister.
Phil.
Who? not Faustina? shee told me so indeed,
Her name was Faustina. Let mee looke vpon her,
As on the picture of all goodnesse, engrauen
By a celestiall finger, shall weare out:
A marble character. I knew her not,
I am glad there is a scien of our stock.
Can beare such fruit as this, so ripe in verme.
Where haue you liu'd recluse? you were betrothd
To one Fidelio; but crost by your father.
I haue heard good reports of the Gentleman.
Faust.
I neuer knew you flatter any man
Vnto his face before.
Phil.
Vnto his face?
Where is hee?
Fidel.
My name's Fidelio.
Phil.
I am transported, rauisht: giue mee leaue
Good gods, to entertaine with reuerence,
So great a comfort. Let mee first embrace you.
Great ioyes, like greifes, are silent. Loose mee now,
And let me make you fast. Here ioyne your hands,
Which no age shall vnty. Let happinesse
Distill from you, as the Arabian gummes,
To blesse your issue.
Fidel.
Now I hope, sweet Lady,
The time has put a period to your vow.
Faust.
Tis ended now, and you may take a comfort,
That I could tye my selfe to such a law.
For you may hope thereby, I shall obserue you
Fide.
I beleeue you.
Phil.
And for her dowry, I will treble it,
Enter Snarle.
Heere Sanrle is come to be a witnesse to it.
Snarle.
My Lord Philautus, if I may presume
To congratulate your Honours safe returne,
I must confesse, I doe it with my heart,
And all your friends long to participate
Your happy presence.
Phil.
Thankes both to them and thee.
Snarle.
Master Fidelio, no lesse to you.
I see you happy in your Mistris fauour:
And thats as much, as I can wish to you.
Fidel.
You haue bin alwaies priuy to my counsell
Aske me no questions now, I shall resolue you
When we come in.
Phil.
How fares our Campe at home,
Trimalchio, and the rest?
Snarle.
I haue beene busie,
In proiecting for them, they must all bee married.
I haue seene the interlude of the Leager:
And we haue playd the Iustice, and the Constable:
I will not prepossesse you with the sport,
But I will shew you such a scene of laughter.
Phil.
Where is Ardelio
Snarle.
Your seruant Ardelio.
Tis the notorioust mixture of a villaine,
That euer yet was bred vnder the dunghill
Of seruitude. Hee has more whores at command,
Then you haue horses. He has stables for them,
His priuate vawting houses.
Phil.
Discharge him the house.
Take his accounts and office, and dispose them.
Snarle.
Euer your Lordships true and faythfull seruant.
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