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Scena Quarta.
Sango. Molosso.San.
I see thou hast a golden plot in hand,
Thou must impart.
Mol.
Halfe this is due to thee
By our establisht law of equall fortunes.
San.
I would I might share with Francisco too.
Mol.
That riddle quickly will unfold it selfe:
But Sango, I'me glad I met thee, I was forc't
For some important reasons to reveale
Thy weighty secret to my Patron.
San.
how?
Mol.
'Twas compell'd to do't.
San.
What? to disclose it?
And unto him? is this your dumb mans vertue?
Canst thou so soone forget thine own vile wrongs?
For thy sole cause I hardly could containe
My present joy in the discovery,
Though death stood gaping for me while I heard it,
And would'st thou cowardly betray thy fortune?
Mol.
My obligation to my starres and thee,
Their Mercury, can never be exprest;
Which I have husbanded to my advantage.
It is the ground from whence I'le take my rise,
To leap, and fall like dreadfull thunder on him:
It is not vengeance, but soft pietie
To wish a foes death, when hee's fit to dye,
To let him live, and feele himselfe so wretched,
That he shall seeke and sue for absent death,
Is a revenge becomes me, and I'le have it;
Thou know'st my Patrons former trust was chang'd
Into a sudden jealousie, which sprang
From consciousnesse of his base injuries;
This hath remov'd that doubt, and set me right
In his lost good opinion, which I meane
Still to confirme by my strict diligence,
Till time and opportunity shall shew
How far this petty-mischiefe I'le out-goe.
San.
Now are thy thoughts full plum'd, it pleases me
To see thee mount, not flag in thy revenge:
I must confesse, I love a present mischiefe,
But, if it may conduce to thy brave ends,
To make a feyn'd retrait, and then returne
With greater violence; I must consent,
And when th'art ready for thy great assault,
But, this, and I shall joyne; in the meane time
Let nothing be discover'd to my Patron;
If that be, death's the best I can expect.
Mol.
Rest thou secure, and to expresse my thanks,
It shall not be the least part of my plot,
To give thee meanes to gaine the full fruition
Of her that Genua so admires and strives for.
San.
Can there be hope of such a happinesse?
I, and a good assurance of successe.
San.
I shall embrac't with all the circumstance
Of danger, that bold treason undergoes,
Or what accompanies forbidden love
In the most jealous climes: I should desire
In the fruition of such blisse t'expire.
Mol.
Stoutly resolv'd, come, let us lay our ground,
We shall build sure, when our foundation's sound.
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