Fedele and Fortvnio The deceites in Loue : excellently discoursed in a very pleasaunt and fine conceited Comoedie, of two Italian Gentlemen |
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Enter Victoria and Attilia to Fortunio.Attilia.
Mistresse, beholde Fortunio.
Victoria,
I come to him, welcome good Sir.
Fortunio,
Out Hipocrite, no, no,
How do you like your other loue?
Victoria.
I like of none, but you.
Fortunio.
Tush, holde your peace, I had as liue you tolde me that it snew.
Euen now came one out of thy house, who bidding thee farewell,
Triumphed of thy courtesie, and said it did excell.
Victoria.
Come hither mayde, what haue you done? tell me, why doe you weepe?
Attilia.
T'is no matter mistresse, you thinke I let in my companions when you are a sleepe.
But seeing you haue no better confidence in me,
Pay me my wages, I'le be gone, your seruant no longer will I be.
Seeing you goe about, me so much to disgrace,
Prouide for your selfe, I can haue more wages in another place.
Victoria.
Peace peeuish foole, I thinke not so, yet let me aske I pray,
Because to slaunder me, you heare what Fortunio doeth say.
Attilia.
I force not what he saith, I know my conscience to be cleare,
Victoria,
And so is mine, although so stoutly he reproue me heer.
Fortunio.
Then had I neither listning eares to heare, nor eyes to see,
Sithe they faile not, I'le credite them, and giue no heede to thee.
But trust to it, and looke for it, thou shalt repent at last,
That ere thou bleard'st Fortunioes sighte with such a iugling cast.
Victoria.
It booteth not to speake to him, he is in such a heate,
But I durst lay my life Fedele wrought this feate.
Attilia.
It may be so.
Fortunio.
Thy falshood and thy Sorcerie, at length I haue perceiu'de,
Victoria.
I said, it was Fedeles deede, but Crack-stone is too slow,
To cut him off, before this rumors roote beginne to grow.
Attilia.
Mistresse, I'le seeke Crack-stone, and haste him to the deede,
Els I perceiue that very ill, your selfe is like to speede.
Victoria.
Doe so, and till I see Fortunioes angry moode be past,
T'is best out of his presence to conueighe my selfe in haste.
Farewell Sir Fortunio, thinke as you finde me.
Exeunt Victo. & Attilia.
Fortunio.
I will, and will reuenge it as farre as you binde me.
Fye hartlesse wretche, slowthfull, and that that's more,
Yet vnreuenged, why did I stay my hand?
Why did I not her faithlesse body gore?
Whiles in my power before me she did stand.
Why did I not for to fulfill my vowe:
Doe that, which none would couer nor allowe?
Her treason makes my raging thoughts to swell,
Beyonde the boundes of all humanitie,
Her falshoode driues the Furies out of hell.
To practise straunge and extreame crueltie.
Yet neither rancoures force, nor ougly fiende,
Hath scourge ynough for such a double friende.
But yet before reuenge my furie take,
I'le offer seruice to Virginia.
Least euery dame here after me forsake,
When it is knowen how I vsed Victoria.
Good lucke, Medusa heer me thinkes I see,
A cunning broker, very fit for mee.
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