 | The Surprisal |  |
ACT. V.
SCEN. I.
Enter Cialto solus.Cial.
Why do I still pursue, what still must fly,
And what I dare not wish to overtake?
It seems like the pursuit of night, which follows day
In the same track, and yet can never reach it;
That distance nature did for them decree,
And honour has design'd the same for me:
Yet still there is a mutiny within
Against those Laws which honour strictly makes;
And passion like a cunning Traitor sets
The name of liberty on its own Rebellion.
Enter Baptista, Montalto, and his two Companions.
Bap.
Sir.
Cia.
Ha, Baptista!
Bap.
A word, Sir, in your ear—My Master, Sir, by chance
Has lighted on the Villains that attempted you;
He thought it fit that you shou'd first examine 'um,
As Kinsman to your self, and to that end
Has sent them to you; farther, he bid me tell you
That in a little time you will perceive
You wrong'd him in your thoughts.
Cia.
Prethee say no more;
My thoughts have so much disproportion in them,
That they are neither just nor equal unto my self, or him;
Has he not sent his pardon by thee?
Bap.
He can take nothing ill of you Sir,
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Cia.
He is a perfect friend, and can love one
Whose Minde is lost, as well as Fortunes.
—Now Gentlemen have you received your wages?
Mon.
For what, Sir?
Cia.
For killing my Kinsman Cialto.
Mon.
We hope he is not dead.
Cia.
D'you hope so, rascals; come confess
Every circumstance, how it was done,
And who hir'd you to't; if you miss a tittle—or—
Mon.
This Gentleman told us,
If we did confess, we shou'd not suffer.
Cia.
Well, if you do it truly, and afterwards
Perform all I enjoyn you, I will make good his word:
Come, who hir'd you?
Mon.
It was an ill minded man, Sir,
One that belong'd to Signior Brancadoro.
Cia.
Was it his Masters instruction?
Mon.
I, no doubt on't, Sir.
Cia.
Did he say so?
Mon.
Yes, and more too.
Cia.
What more?
Mon.
Why, he told us, it was an honourable action,
And therefore wou'd share in't himself;
And accordingly he said his Master shou'd reward us.
Cia.
You know him when you see him?
Mon.
Yes, yes, Sir.
1 Com.
Good Sir, let us not suffer, we have your word.
Cial.
Trust to it; have you any more to say?
Mon.
Nothing Sir, of any consequence.
Cia.
Well, what trivial thing have you?
Mon.
When we were waiting Sir,
For that worthy and unhappy Gentleman Cialto,
A couple of silly women by chance came by, and the rascal
Snatch'd them up too; all was fish that came to his net.
Cia.
How, Women? what Women? speak, quickly, ha—
Mon.
Why does your worship grow angry?
Cio.
Speak Dogs, what Women?
Mon.
What a rogue was I to name them,
'Slid, 'tis he himself.
[Aside.
1 Com.
You must be over-doing it.
Mon.
Plague on you, did not you advise to tell all?
Nay, more then all if need were?
Cia.
It may be it was Samira and Emilia: rogues, what women?
Mon.
Good Sir, we know not;
But he talk'd of their running away
Upon their Wedding day,
And took them, as he said, upon suspicion
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Cia.
It must be they, the circumstance assures it.
O you dogs, did you help take them! I'le send
Your mischievous souls to that devil that instructs them.
Mon.
O good Sir, we hope you are the Gentleman,
And there's no hurt done, O good Sir.
1 Com.
Remember your promise, Sir.
Mon.
We have more to confess Sir;
Or if you please, we'l unconfess it all again.
Cia.
I had forgot to ask, what did the slave do with them?
Mon.
He sent them prisoners to his masters house, as we think.
Cia.
O heavens! Rogues, Prisoners! come along with me;
For if I finde you tell me any lyes,
I'le spoil your throats from venting any more.
Come good Baptista, help guard the Rascals;
If they but offer to stir, kill 'um.
I'le carry back to the slaves heart
All these intended mischiefs,
And break upon them like a whirle-winde,
Wrapping them up together into nothing.
[Exeunt hastily.
SCENE II.
Enter Samira and Emilia.Sam.
Come, come, Emilia, dry those tender eyes,
We are not going to be miserable,
But to be safe from miseries.
Em.
Wou'd it were past; I am willing to reach
My journeyes end; yet I start like one
That travels in the night, in unknown wayes;
For we must through darkness,
Wander in places, from whence none that went
Ever return'd to tell us what they were.
Sam.
O do not shake thy vertuous resolution
With feeble apprehensions; 'tis a journey
That we must one day take: All the dispute
Which can be rais'd is only from the loss
Of some uncertain time, which yet perhaps
May prove so full of miseries, you'd wish
That Fate which now you wou'd so much decline.
Em.
My resolution's firm; for all my shakings
They are but starts which sometimes nature makes;
As Wolves kept tame may now and then
Provok't by appetite, or some displeasure,
Start into actions like their usual wildness,
Before they were reduc'd to an obedience;
So 'tis with me, though I have brought my nature
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Yet at the unwelcome prospect that it takes
Of my intended dissolution.—
It starts within me, and wou'd fain break
Those severe Fetters, Vertue and Reason tyes them up with.
Sam.
Here take thy choice then;
[She shews a Knife and a Dagger.
This knife by chance
Taccolla had about her: which will you have?
Em.
The Dagger, if you please; that seems the sharpest,
And will be best for my weak hand.
Sam.
Nay do not weep that we shall dye;
But smile to think how we shall live in Fame.
Em.
I must weep, since I must part with you.
Sam.
We shall meet again so quickly,
Thy tears will be but thrown away:—
Now hide that fatal friend unto thy honour,
And when I strike, strike too, that we may sail
In one anothers armes, and go to rest together.
—See, the Monster comes, be resolute.
Em.
Fear me not.
[Enter Villerotto.
Vil.
How fare my beauteous prisoners? what is't,
Sadness, or modesty that fixeth thus
Your down-cast eyes? come, come, I'le be more ingenuous,
And acknowledge the happiness I shall enjoy;
But you must be bashful; go in, go in,
And there I'le hide your blushes, that if you please,
You shall unseen blush that you were unwilling.
Sam.
Sure thou canst not be such a prodigious Monster;
Hast thou neither fear of earthly punishment,
Nor heavens vengeance?
Vil.
Pish, I'le not trifle, nor defer my joyes
[They draw their Dagger and Knife.
A minute longer: Thus, I'le force you two—how!—
Sam.
Are you amaz'd? were you so unacquainted
With all good, nay, with any thought of it,
That you could never think there might be women
That wou'd prefer their death before dishonour?
Vil.
Indeed I have read of a foolish Lucrece;
But I believe the story otherwise
Then perhaps you may do; yet if you have
A minde to imitate that wilful Matron,
Kill your selves as she did, when you know what was done.
Sam.
Stop thy lewd breath, thou Monster;
We need not to be told when we shou'd dye,
We are prepar'd, but not as your damn'd tongue
Directed us.
Vil.
And this you think will stop me;
No, your Romance trick will not do:
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And therefore—thus—
Sam.
Strike Emilia, strike home be sure.
Vill.
Hold excellent Ladies, hold;
Pardon my cruel curiosity, that led me
To make this tryal of you; you have shew'd
There is a vertue, which I thought impossible
To live with women; I have call'd back to me
The opinion of your Sexes stedfast goodness,
Which has been so long banished from me.
Em.
Can this be real!
Vill.
You see it must be so; 'tis no faint repentance,
Charm'd from your tears, or sad expressions,
Which might be feign'd in women; but my conversion
Comes from the real knowledge of a vertue
That wou'd have shook mans faith to think in woman.
Sam.
This amazes me.
Vill,
Why do you wonder? is't not possible
A man may once grow good? why do you mistrust?
Are you not in my power still? take heed, fair Saints,
Of sharing any guilt, that seems like mine,
So slowly to believe goodness in man,
As I have done in woman: you know what virtue is;
I scarce knew it till you taught it me;
And you will be more guilty then I was,
If you believe as slowly as I did.
Em.
Sure 'tis real?
Vill.
You then will know it, when I have restor'd
You to your liberty, as you have done
Me to my long-lost goodness.
Sam.
If this be real, we shall believe our selves
As much preserv'd by you, as if another
Had been the intended ravisher; for 'tis greater
Virtue to rescue us thus from your self,
Then from another; as much as 'tis harder
To overcome our passions, then an enemy:
Vill.
I glory much in that high character
You raise me to; pray give me leave to seal
My pardon on your fair hands? nay, permit
[They offer their left hands.
My most ambitious lips to receive it
Upon those noble hands that were to write
The horrid Tragedy, with your vertuous Blood.
Sam.
Ha, deceived?
[He offers to kiss their right hands, and so snatches away their weapons.
Em.
Ah me?
Vill.
I cann't but laugh to think how we have cousen'd
One another; did you believe I was turn'd virtuous?
Troth I never thought you were so foolish to be so really.
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Dost thou take pains to appear Devil?
Vill.
No, not at all; I do it easily:
The truth on't is, I fear'd you might have acted
Some pretty odde phantastical Scene,
Perhaps to let a little blood out, and then
Talk finely, whilest the purple drops distill'd;
Calling your selves, your Virtues Martyrs;
Then, in a tone most neatly counterfeited,
Fall into high notions of meeting in Elysium,
And walking in perpetual springing Groves,
Or some strange imagin'd pleasure;
Perhaps all the while believe as much as I:
But by this means you might have lost some of that blood,
Which I have so much use of for to stir you.
Sam.
Monster, devil, wilt thou not permit us a way to dye?
Em.
Kill us, Sir, and yet we will believe you gentle.
Vill.
After I have done, you may do what you please.
—Come.—
Sam.
Help, help.
[Enter Taccola.
Tac.
Help, help.
Vill.
Plague of this clap of thunder;
I'le dispose of you,
And spoil the spring of your chops.
[Exit with Taccola.
Em.
Some help, good heaven.
Sam.
Let's stop our breaths,
Or tear the devils throat out.
Em.
No help left us!
[Enter Villerotto.
Vill.
Who shou'd help you? I have gag'd
Your foul mouth'd hound, she can fill up the cry no more:
Yield quietly, or i'le drag you—thus—
Sam., Emil.
Help, help, murder, murder!
[They busle.
[Enter Miranzo.
Mir.
What noise is this; blast me! are my eyes true?
Or is that blessed shape ever before them?
It was their cryes.
Hold, what's the matter?
Vill.
Ha, who wanted your sacred company
Before your time.
Mir.
I heard a noise, Sir, and I did not know
Whether you might not be in danger.
Vill.
You see I am not;
Wait where I told you, till I send for you.
Mir.
Then 'twas the Ladies, Sir, cry'd out, it seems.
Vill.
What then?
Is it a usual call for you when women squeak?
Sam.
O Sir, for heavens sake help us: we shall be—
Vill.
Stop your mouth, or i'le stop it for you.
[Draws.
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Good Sir, use no violence; perchance the Ladyes
May be a little frightned from reason,
If you but give them time.
Sam.
O heaven! are all men ill? under that habit
Can there be hid the love of sin?
Vill.
Well, be gone;
I want not your advice, nor your assistance yet.
Mir.
If you please Sir, I will endeavour to perswade them:
I can prove that necessity may excuse many things,
That wou'd be sinful, uncompell'd—if you please, Sir.
Vill.
No, no, be gone; you grow impertinent.
Mir.
But if you please Sir, to hearken to my opinion.
Vill.
Hang your opinion;
I do not like this fellow; I'le trust him no more.
Ha,—what noise is this.
[A noise.
[Brancadoro calls Villerotto and enters.
Mir.
A seasonable interruption.
Bra.
Villerotto, why where have you been man?
I have been looking you up and down all the house:
Here's Bottolo come from his Master,
And has strange news for me, he sayes:
I told him I car'd not a farthing what 'twas.
—But for all that, I wonder what it should be?
—How now, what here Villerotto?
Ha—hast got her? hast got her i'faith? prethee let me—
Vill.
You had best spoil all Sir, and destroy
The pains I have taken for you?
Bra.
Nay, prethee, I will but—
Vill.
Come, you shall not But; have not I been careful,
And dare you not trust me now? Come along with me.
Bra.
What, I must salute her first man, in good manners.
Vill.
You must not, 'tis unseasonable;
I have not wrought her yet enough—Nay.—
Bra.
But why thy Sword drawn man?
Vill.
You shall know the reason suddenly:
Come, be quiet, and I'le perform all I promis'd.
—Hell—how I am troubled with him: Come Sir.
Bra.
Push me no pushes; I will not go;
And see who dares make me.
Vill.
Come, you must Sir.
Bra.
'Slid. whose master? you or I? take heed of my fury.
Sam.
Good Signior Brancadoro, help us; hear us.
Vill.
To be fool'd again;
You have not a minde to be cousen'd
Once more, have you?
Bra.
What's that to you? I will hear 'um.
'Slid, I will stay, and I will not go yet.
Vill.
I'le betray all, if you play the fool thus:
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Bra.
I will not, I say.
Vil.
Go, go.
Mir.
I'le follow him, and get some help.
[Exit Brancadoro. The Friar offers to go out too.
Vil.
Hold Sir, you my worthy spiritual counsellor;
Stir not, nor attempt to come near the door;
If you do—no more but so:
Within there, ho!—You Rascals, how came this Friar in?
[2 Appear.
1.
He told us you appointed him when he heard a noise,
That he should come.
Vil.
Pox on your credulous coxcombs; now remember
You hear me say, if he offers to come out, let me
Finde him dead: Stir not, but guard the door;
He has robb'd our Masters:—If you fail, I'le cut your throats.
[Exit Villerotto.
Mir.
Yet I am pleas'd that I am brought to dye before her.
[Aside.
That with my last breath,
Which seldom unsuccessfully petitions,
I may at once beg of the fair, and wrong'd Emilia
Forgiveness, and belief;—yet I wou'd know
A little more, if it were possible.
My passion makes me vainly inquisitive.
I must do't; yet it is but an idle curiosity
To ask for news the minute I must dye.
Sam.
What means this Friar; does that habit harbour
An instrument fitted for that vile Monster?
Mir.
Was there not a great noise Ladies,
Something like womens cryes?
Sam.
They were our cryes, Sir.
Sam.
If you cannot help us to live with honour,
Help us to dye; we had two Weapons:
Arme us but again, he has yet not disarm'd our mindes.
Mir.
Wou'd I knew how; wou'd you accept it
As a true witness of my sorrow, if I dye first
In the opposing that mischief I know not which way to prevent?
Em.
Ah me, we do not ask of you to dye,
But to help death to us.
Mir.
'Tis impossible.
Sam.
Strangle us then. Why do you turn away your tread?
It is a charity to grant it.
Mir.
Alas, I need not say I must deny; you will believe it
When I let you know you ask it of Miranzo.
[He discovers himself.
Em.
Miranzo!
Sam.
My Brother!
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Fair Emilia, 'tis the criminal Miranzo,
That loves Emilia still.
Em.
O Miranzo! I blush to think how you increase
My sence of dangers, while you are mingled with 'um.
Mir.
I see I am to blame in all conditions,
To wish your kindeness; I but strive to nourish
A sickness that sends infection to your peace.
Em.
What must become of us?
Mir.
Thus naked as I am, I will defend you;
And with my breast I'le dull his Sword, perhaps his cruelty.
Emil.
O do not talk more cruelly; Death is gentler,
Which you may help us too.
Sam.
Ah brother, be not so rash, do not deceive your self;
A thousand lives lost in our defence
Would not give stop to his lewd purposes:
Heaven sure will send some remedy. O brother! O Cialto!
Mir.
Forgive me dearest Sister, I had forgot
To tell you, Cialto lives; though this villain was one
Of them that did attempt his Murder.
Sam.
O do not flatter me, for I shall grow
As much out of love with death, as even now
I was with life.—Is there no hope?
Mir.
The villain has appointed them to murther me,
If I attempt but to go forth.—Ha,—
Now I think on't, it was the Friar
He gave them charge of: I am none; I'le try
If they will let me out; so I may call
[He takes up his Disguise.
Some help.
Em.
O take heed!
Mir.
'Tis but attempting.—But first
I'le set the Friar in the best posture I can.
Here Sister, support my shape a little,
To countenance my design;—nay, no trifling—
[He sets his Habit on his Sister.
So—now to your prayers,—within there, ho:—
1.
How now, who are you?
Mir.
A friend of Villerotto's, who left me to
Stay a little while for your assistance:
Now I am going, have the greater care
Of the Friar there; he may venture to escape,
For he has robb'd your master.
1.
We warrant you: Sir Friar, you had not best try to bolt.
[Miranzo goes out, and returns back suddenly.
Mir.
I have done ill, I dare not venture
Them a minute; honour and reason turn me back—
Blest opportunity,—Rogue—
[He strikes up one of their heels, to'ther fights a little, and runs out with a noise; he gets a Sword from one of them.
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How now, what do you mean Sir?
Help help.
Mir.
So, I have something now to frame an argument
For my self with, and to dispute a little.
Em.
Now you may kill us; you have got a Sword.
Mir.
Dear Emilia, do you believe, I know not how
[Emilia weeps.
To make a better use of such a Weapon?
—Pray weep not, do not unman me now.
Hark, a noise.
[Enter Villerotto with him that run out, and another.
Vill.
Ha, Miranzo, are you metamorphosed from a Friar?
Mir.
Do you stare Monster? is a Sword bright mettal?
The mirror that can onely shew
Th'affrighting shapes of thy unheard of villanies.
Vill.
Alas, I have not been afraid a long time;
I have forgot what 'tis.—Hark, a noise—
[A noise within.
Dispatch him quickly, you shall tell no news Sir.
—Ha, who is this new face for?
[Enter Cialto.
Cia.
This shall tell thee Villain.
[They offer to fight.
Mir.
Hold—
[Miranzo drives out the two men, comes back, and parts them.
Cia.
Miranzo, rob me not of that revenge,
Which only can belong to me.
—Hark, a noise,—guard the passage, or we may all be lost.
[A noise still.
Nay, trifle not;—hark, the noise increases, dispatch.
—Now Sir, do you stare to see Cialto,
Whom you hir'd Rogues to murder?
[Exit. Miran.
Vill.
I do not stare, nor am I frightned:
What, y'are not dead it seems?
Sam.
O Cialto!
Cia.
Ha, since thou hast given me cause
To view thee with a strickt survay, my eyes
Are grown clear sighted,
And finde thee not the villain which thou seem'st,
But what thou art; the base Borazzo.
Vill.
'Tis well, we know one another then.
Cia.
Excellent rascal, has your hot revenge
Been rak't up all this while?
Vill.
Cou'dst thou expect less from me, whom thou hast disgrac't
And ruin'd, by cashiering me from my command?
Cia.
And what canst thou expect, villain,
But that fate thou didst design for me?
Vill.
My Sword sayes no.
Sam.
Hold, hold, I command you hold Cialto:
Hold, Sir, I will enage for your forgiveness.
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My forgiveness! this is my Indempnity.
Cial.
Do not hang upon me, unless you mean
To have me murder'd in your Arms.
Vill.
Nay, I think I may drive this through your Shield.
Cial.
For heavens sake let me go.
Sam.
And heaven protect you.
[They fight, Villerotto falls.
Cial.
Now, Sir, what think you?
Vill.
That I shall presently be quiet, and think no more.
Help, help.
Cial.
'Tis vain to call, no man has Charity
Left for thee; trouble not thy throat,
Unless thou hast some Divel to call upon.
[Enter Miranzo.
Mir.
Let me embrace my dear Cialto,
For whom still ready Victory spreads her wings,
When e're his wav'd Sword gives her but the sign.
Cial.
Can Miranzo forgive all those distracted Jealousies
My miseries begot within me?
Mir.
You injure me to ask it; go dry Samira's eyes.
Cial.
I dare not now approach you, fair Samira,
But as I wou'd those Powers (I durst not hope to reach
With any thing but Prayers:) Permit me to receive forgiveness.
Sam.
For what?
Cial.
For pursuing you with all my miseries.
Sam.
If you lov'd me as well as you profess,
My kindness wou'd infuse such joy into you,
As wou'd admit no sense of your misfortunes.
Cannot my Love and Passion for you,
Have as much power as a little Sleep,
To render you insensible of miseries,
To which you only give afflicting natures?
Cial.
Fool that I was, to think that I cou'd be wretched,
Whilst you were kind; forgive me, dear Samira:
Permit me, fair Emilia, to kiss your hands too.
Emil.
Generous Sir, I owe an equal obligation to you.
Enter Brancadoro.
Cial.
Now spare me a minute.
Sam.
What means he?
Mir.
I know not.
Cial.
Signior Brancadoro, I think Miranzo told me once,
You did engage to fight with me.
Mir.
Now I guess; peace, this will be good sport.
Bran.
I, that was when I was maried to Samira;
But not else.
Cial.
Wou'd marriage make you valiant?
Bran.
When I have try'd, you shall know my mind.
Cial.
By no means, Signior; I shall forbid the Banes:
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Here are two Swords, take your choice.
Sam.
What does he mean?
Mir.
Nay, stand still.
Cial.
Here, Sir.
Bran.
'Tis neither here nor there, Sir; I'le not fight
With any man that has a less Estate
Then my self; such a one ventures nothing.
Cial.
Troth, you will hardly fight then.
Bran.
Why, what care I; if there be no body fit
To fight with me—I hope they know nothing yet.
[Aside.
Cial.
But, Sir, as I remember, you have somthing
Did once belong to me; are you not weary of it?
Bran.
It's no matter whether I am or no.
Cial.
Pray let me hav't again.
Bran.
So you shall, when I have nothing else to do with it.
Cial.
You are severe, Sir; I will assign you your money
That you lent, to receive it of the Senate.
Bran.
No, do't your self, Sir.
Cial.
I'le fetch others to perswade you:
Miranzo, pray look to the rich Gentleman.
[Cialto goes out.
Sam.
What is the meaning of all this?
Mir.
I guess now, you'l perceive all presently.
Vill.
Oh!
Mir.
How is it?
Vill.
Too well; I have life enough to spend in curses.
Mir.
O Devil!
Emil.
He makes me tremble still.
Enter Cialto and Baptista, with Montalto and his 2 Companions.
Cial.
Now, my most wealthy Signior, do you know
These Gentlemen?
Bran.
Not I; 'tis not likely that I shou'd be acquainted
With such Ragamuffians.
Cial.
Do you know them, angry Sir?
Vill.
Yes, I know them to be rascally Cowards;
Ten such wou'd not venture to cut one throat.
Cial.
Why, you need not be angry;
They have not had their full hire.
Vill.
They deserv'd none, they did not do their business.
Bran.
I know the Rogues now:
[He whispers.
Why Villerotto, thou wilt not betray me, I hope.
Cial.
What was that business they shou'd have done?
Vill.
Why, cut your throat.
Cial.
Brave Villain! D' you see, Signior?
These were your Pensioners; the confidence it seems
Of their performances, made you so bold,
To promise when you were married to fight with me;
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But now, Sir, the Hangman shall end our quarrel.
Bran.
Good Sir, speak softly; I vow, that Villain perswaded me,
And told me I should never keep my Land
In quiet else, nor ever have my Mistress.
Mir.
Compound, Signior; 'tis your best way.
Cial.
What say you, noble Undertakers?
Mon.
Why Sir, we must confess—
Bran.
'Tis needless, Sir, 'tis needless; I will do anything.
Mir.
Offer him his Estate again; you are rich enough besides;
You'l cheat sombody else in a little while of as much more.
Bran.
No, Sir, I am not wise enough to do't;
My Father's gone, peace be with him; he perhaps
Might have given a say to some such matter.
Mir.
Are you willing? you may hang else.
Bran.
No, I can't indure that I'me sure, nor hardly th'other.
Mir.
Come, Cialto; Signior Brancadoro,
So he may have your Friendship, is content.
Cial.
What to do?
Mir.
To restore your Estate again.
Cial.
Well, I love peace; he shall have an Assignment
To receive his money from the Senate.
Bran.
That I shall never get; but I must consent.
Mir.
Fear not, Signior; you have the publick Faith for't.
Cial.
Now, Samira, I can forgive my self, if I presume
With my restor'd Fortunes too.
Sam.
Take heed, Sir; for if you name it,
That generous cause that forc'd me to declare
I lov'd you, will urge me to despise you.
Cial.
I am charm'd.
Bran.
I hope, noble Signior, you will forgive Villerotto too.
Cial.
You are deceiv'd, Sir, 'tis not Villerotto;
'Tis Borazzo, an ancient Friend of mine.
Mir.
Pray forgive him, Sir; he may repent.
Vil.
Yes, I do repent.
Mir.
That's well said; of what?
Vil.
Why, that I did not rifle those Treasuries,
And leave you nothing to enjoy, but what
I feel, the torments of a vexed Soul:
I shou'd have fitted them for your Embraces,
And wou'd have taken care you shou'd have known it.
Mir.
Bold impudent dog.
Cial.
He was still furnish'd with too great a Courage;
So much boldness was not fit to have been trusted
But in a frame where it was ballanc'd with much Virtue.
Mir.
Come, we'l force him to be good.
Vil.
I think it must be forc'd.
Mir.
He will die snarling.
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I wou'd die biting.
Bran.
Wou'd he had been hang'd before he bit me.
Mir.
Here, come hither, you that were once his Creatures;
Take him up, that he may be deliver'd from us,
Into the hands of the severest Justice.
Vil.
Do you believe my Spirit will endure
Tamely to wait upon a formal Sentence,
And stay till you shall force it out of doors?
No, I will tear these wounds so wide,
I'le make it room enough to go, if it be willing.
Enter Bottolo, after him Castruccio and Moreno.
Cial.
Away with him.
Bot.
What, no body to be found in the house?—
Hey day, what's gather'd together!
My Master! my Mistress!
Mir.
See, Emilia, your Father, and my Uncle.
Bran.
Gentlemen, no words; you remember our bargain.
Cial.
Doubt us not.
Emil.
O my dear Father, are you still
As ready to forgive me as you were wont?
Mor.
If I were angry, the sight of thee
Wou'd bring a joy enough to force it from me.
Mir.
Your pardon, Uncle, joyn'd to this, will make
Me and Emilia happy.
Cast.
Is't so? was this the trick on't? Well, well,
What must be, must be; I am friends, Nephew;
I was partly in the fault my self; I dare swear
I made thee half in love, with praising her.
Well,—I am glad all troubles are at an end:
But she shall still be so much mine,
That I may give her to thee.
Emil.
You honour me, to own a Title in me.
Sam.
One pardon more, Sir, for me, that in
No other thing will ever disobey you.
Cast.
What say you, Signior Brancadoro?
Bran.
I say any thing, Sir.—God's my life,
I can scarce hold from crying.
Cial.
Many things, Sir, may seem strange to you;
But you shall know it all at better leisure.
Mor.
Come, no more; but let forgiveness
Dwell in every breast: Back to the Nuptials now again;
This will scarce seem an interruption:
Come, let's away; our Meat is hardly cold yet.
Cial.
The God of Love, if he can borrow Eyes,
Will be more pleas'd with this new Sacrifice;
Since by that change which he himself has made,
More equal Hearts are on his Altar laid.
[Exeunt.
FINIS
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