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The Vnfortunate Mother | ||
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Enter Fidelio. Beneventi.Fid.
My Lord your valiant brother
This instant is arriv'd, t'enrich the Court
With his full glories: all men court his victory
With such a praise, it staines his manly cheekes
With modest blushes. He expects your visit.
Spu.
I know no brother.
Fid.
How my Lord? your vertue
Will suffer by suspition if y' expresse
Your selfe or proud or envious,
Spu.
Melissa,
I cannot satisfie your fathers Will,
Though all were clear'd that darkes the reasons of it:
Be still Fidelios.
Exit.
Ben.
What the divell ayles him?
His passions are as various as his cloaths;
He shifts them daily: onely keepes one fashion,
And one sad garbe.
Fid.
Are you acquainted with
Any events that have relation
Unto your brothers melancholy?
Mel.
Some I am,
But urge not their discovery.
Fid.
I obey
What ever you command; and hope my services
Will shortly be rewarded.
Mel.
Take th'assurance
Of my resolves and promise.
Ben.
Trifle not
With court-ship now: let's thinke on bouncing complements
To bid the Souldiers welcome.
Fid.
To the presence,
There is their entertainment. We shall see
What different things Courtiers and Souldiers be.
Exeunt.
The Vnfortunate Mother | ||