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ACTUS SECUNDUS
Scena Prima.
Enter Miranzo and Cialto.Mir.
I should not thank you for this Visit then.—
Fie, my dearest Friend.
Cialto.
Forget that name, and me; I try'd
To begin first no more to think on you;
But I was womanish in my temper;
My fondness of you had a power above
My generous Reason.
Mir.
Is there a generous cause for breach of Friendship?
Cial.
It were a guilt to say I am your Friend:
Wonder not; for I'm grown so miserable
That Friendship would be paid to me
As unseasonably as to Men in graves,
Where dissolution wraps up every Title,
And buries Names with Things.
Mir.
What storm tosses his noble Soul!
[Aside.
Why does my Friend thus wrong himself and me?
I did not think the brave Cialto's Mind
Had been so much within the reach of Fortune;
Use her as thou wouldst a phantastical Woman,
If thou would have her kind, slight her.
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Pray say no more; you understand me not;
Nay, spare your Lectures; after this I fear
That we must meet no more.—Farewel.
[Cialto offers to go out.
Mir.
You are too quick; think with your self;
Sure you may be perswaded, e're you go,
To see my Sister.
Cial.
Ha!—that was too severe; departing Souls
Are sometimes thus call'd back with cruel kindness,
To share more miseres on Earth.—
Did you not name your Sister?
Mir.
How he's mov'd!—
[Aside.
Yes, I did; my Sister Samira.
Cial.
You might have spar'd the Explanation;
I have her Name engrav'd in several Characters,
By Love and Fortune.—Why do you stare upon me so,
As if you were amaz'd at my disorders,
That are not ignorant of my disasters,
Nor of my Passions? What do yon think?
Is't not a pretty mingle?
[Enter Samira.
Mir.
See, my Sister.
Cial.
How, Samira!—'tis she.—
With what an horror now that lovely Shape
Appears, that I have so much joy'd to gaze on!
Such a confusion would an Angel bring
Upon a Man loaden with Sins,
As I am with Misfortunes.—
I am so much amaz'd I cannot find my way!
[He offers to go.
Sam.
Cialto.
Mir.
Stay; what means this strangeness?
Come, 'tis too much forc'd.
Cial.
Cruel Miranzo, cruel in your kindness,
That only holds so fair a Mirror to me,
To let me see how much I am unhappy.
Mir.
You are mistaken, and throw a blemish on her;
She is the same she ever was.
Cial.
Why, that was Cruel still to me.
I complain'd not, fairest Samira,
That you were so, when I was Fortunes Favorite;
And sure I will not hope for pity,
Now I am turn'd her Slave.
Sam.
As my thoughts were never mov'd
With Arguments drawn from Prosperity; so believe,
I shall have no aversion for the Virtuous,
Although Unfortunate.
Cial.
Oh, do not with mistaken Charity
Attempt to palliate my Disease;
'Tis Fortunes Plague, that's never to be cur'd;
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I love you still—above—all—
I have such Tides of Passions when I but name you,
Much more now I see you, that my words
Are over-flown, and like drown'd men
Disorderly pop up, and sink agen.
Distempers seize me,—I talk wildly too, I fear.
Sam.
I understand you not; pray recollect
Your self, speak freely to me.
[She weeps.
Cial.
Why do you both express such wonder in your looks?
Is misery so strange?
[He sinks down.
Mir.
Why, Sister, you are still insensible;
If you ever lov'd Cialto, tell him now;
And be not like the rest of the mean World,
To own nothing that is unhappy.
Sam.
If I say little, Brother, I give you leave
To think my grief stops more my words,
Than want of kindness for Cialto:
Yet to content you, hear me—
[He starts up.
Cial.
Hold—
Your pity, if y'ave any, comes too late;
Those gentle Tears that once had been my Blessing
Do now but aggravate and haste my destiny.
Just so the drops of Heaven, which first caus'd
The thriving Plant to spring and flourish,
When by some rough and fatal accident
Its shaken roots have lost their hold,
Then the soft rain no longer gives it life,
But makes it perish faster.
Sam.
Oh my heart! The throng of all his griefs
Has crowded in my Breast, and I must speak
Or burst.—Cialto.
Enter a Servant.
Serv.
Sir.
Mir.
What's the matter?
Serv.
Your Uncle, Sir, is coming hither,
And with him Signior Brancadoro.
Mir.
Signior Coxcomb.—Mischief on his unseasonable Visit.
Has not my Uncle press'd you, Sister,
To morrow when he Weds, to Marry with
This Fool Brancadoro?
Sam.
Most earnestly, even to threatning me.
Mir.
He may be injurious.—
[Studies.
Cial.
How! would the Fool purchase my Love,
As his damnd griping Father did my Fortune?
I have not mortgag'd sure my Wishes to him.
If I am urg'd this way I shall grow weary
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Wait longer the false Senates leisure.
—Still ador'd Samira, am I not too confident,
That in all my miseries, when I do not nourish the least hope
Of e're enjoying you my self,
I should now seem jealous of you.
Sam.
Have I shew'd my self so easie, that you need fear
I will be sacrific'd unto a Fool?
Mir.
Peace, they come; be temperate, Cialto.
Enter Castruccio, and Brancadoro.
Cast.
Come, Nephew, (for so I dare venture to call you.)
Mir.
Heaven send us joy of our wise Kindred.
[Aside.
Bran.
Ha, upon my conscience that's Cialto;
I know him by his fierce looks; 'tis he, I vow:
I am like to have a fine wooing on't.
Wou'd I were hid under a Bed,
Or behind the Hangings, I wou'd breath
No more than a Mouse that sleeps all the Winter.
Why, wh, what a terrible look was there!
D'hear, Uncle? I protest I left one of my Gloves
Behind me in the Window, and I'me afraid
It will be stoln.
Cast.
Why, you have them both on.
Bran.
I had forgot, like an Ass as I was, to hide one.
[Aside.
Cast.
Come, come on.
Bran.
Nay, as I am an honest Man,
There's my Almanack with Notes and Memorandums in't,
I'le go back and come presently.
Cast.
Fie, Nephew, my Niece sees you.
Bran.
You can't tell how she likes me, can you, Uncle?
Cast.
O, fear not that.
Bran.
Never stir, Uncle, I have mighty need—
—I must needs do you know what.
He looks vengeance surley:
[Aside.
He makes me wink as bad as a flash of Lightning wou'd.
Cast.
Come, Nephew, what are you bashful?
Niece, this is the Person I told you of,
That to morrow will make you an happy woman,
And be an evidence of my care and kindness.
Sam.
I need no such testimony, Sir.
Bran.
What does she say, Uncle, that she has no need of me?
Why then I have no need of her;
I'le be beholden to no body living.
Cast.
No, no, you are too mistrustful.
Come, Niece, prepare against to morrow,
To be made Mistress of the greatest Fortune
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Bran.
I think I can tell some few particulars without book,
Of some small Lordships that serve my turn
To cover this poor out-side, and some slight
Equipage of Servants and Attendants.—
Now dare not I proceed to particulars, for fear
I should come to name that wild-looking Mans Estate,
Which shou'd make up the Catalogue.
I'le tell you a pretty Jest, Mistress;
A Friend of mine would have had me married
A Kinswoman of his,—and—
Sam.
I wou'd you had, Sir.
Bran.
Why, how shou'd I have had you then?
Sam.
I must have been content, Sir.
Bran.
Nay, I thank you for that; so I might have forfeited
My Covenants to your Uncle; I may be sued
If I don't marry you to morrow.
Cial.
How's this!
[Aside.
Mir.
Peace, does this Coxcomb move you?
Cast.
'Tis as he tells you, Niece.
Sam.
I wonder, Sir, you should dispose of me so absolutely,
Without allowing me some larger time.
Cast.
You had need consider indeed for such a Fortune.
Sam.
Is there nothing but Fortune to be thought on?
Consent springs not alone from Wealth:
Marriage you know admits no separation;
And if Affections shou'd not be united,
The Persons must be miserable.
Cast.
Hey day, no more of this Love-Logick:
What, you would have it a Romance,
And after some long time, and strange Adventures,
Discover pity for your Knight Errant.
Remember, your Father left you to my care;
If you marry not Brancadoro to morrow
I'le throw you out of it.
Sam.
'Tis strange, Sir, that you shou'd press me thus,
So suddenly to dispose my self for ever.
What say you, Sir? I hope you are so civil
[To Brancadoro.
As not to urge it.
Bran.
Why, I say, A bargain's a bargain.
Cial.
This is monstrous! I can hold no longer.
[Aside.
Mir.
Consider, you may do hurt.
Cial.
I care not.—Signior Castruccio,
I think it does not much become you
To force your Niece to any thing;
Her Father ne're believ'd that you would use
The Trust which he repos'd in you, to such an end.
Bran.
Nay, for my part, if she be'nt as willing as I,
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—I am horribly afraid.
[Aside.
Mir.
How the Ass shakes and bristles both together.
[Aside.
Cast.
Signior Cialto, I wonder more that you
Shou'd give your unask'd Counsel, to disturb
The Advancement of my Niece and Family.
Cial.
He can make large Jointures indeed,
Thanks to his Fathers base and griping practises.
Cast.
You are uncivil in my House.
Cial.
You are old, and Samira's Uncle;
These are Protections; you may say any thing:
But I would not advise this wealthy Coxcomb,
For all your Articles, to venture upon Marriage;
'Twill be dangerous, Signior Brancadoro.
Cast.
Pray leave my House, Sir; I desire no such
Rude Company.
Sam.
Pray Sir go; this does no good.
Mir.
Come, you are to blame; you may do injury.
Cial.
Pardon me, fair Samira, I am gone;
My Prayers were heard, could but your happiness
Be divided from all Mankind, though I am one.
[Exit Cialto.
Bran.
He's gone;—wou'd I might never live
If I han't a great mind to bolt the door after him.
Now perhaps I shall venture to say somthing,
If I knew what.—He won't pop back trow, will he?
Cast.
Come Niece, you will hereafter thank me for
This happiness; I know you will command
Him and his whole Estate.
Bran.
Nay, she may do what she will in reason;
But if I'm urg'd I am as stout and surly
As the stoutest of 'um, let it be Man or Woman.
This Gentleman thought to bluster me
Out of my Bargain; but I think he was deceiv'd;
He had best let me alone.
Mir.
Seem to comply, dear Sister; I'le tell you why hereafter.
[Aside.
Sam.
I hope, Sir, you will allow me a few hours
To think, perhaps to perswade my self
To an obedience which you press so much.
Cast.
Do, my good Niece; for to morrow
I must needs have your company:
Speak for your self, Nephew.
Bran.
I can't tell what to say, for fear
This blust'ring fellow shou'd peep in again:
[Aside.
Yet I'le set a good face on't.
Did you know my Father, Mistress?
Who's that at dore?
[Aside.
Sam.
I have seen him, Sir.
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I doubt he listens;—well, I care not,
I am resolv'd Villerotto shall get his Throat cut,
[Aside.
That he shall.—And now I will speak boldly.
Why, Mistress, he would have been your Father-in-law,
Had he liv'd to't, I had help'd you to a wise Father,
I can tell you that.
Mir.
Wou'd he had had a wiser Son.
[Aside.
Bran.
As for my Mothers part—
Mir.
She brought forth an Ass.
[Aside.
Bran.
I'le speak a bold word,
Though I say it, that shou'd not say it,—
Sam.
You promis'd, Sir, to leave me to my thoughts
For a few hours.
Cast.
Well Virgins will be modest; Come, Nephew,
We'l leave her to her self to day; to morrow
She shall be yours, or mine no more.
Your Brother, I hope, is more sensible then you
Of your own good; you know my mind; Farewel,—
Be wise.
Bran.
Your Uncle gives you good Counsel, Mistress;
Farewel till to morrow; In the mean time
I'le go find Villerotto;
I dare not for my ears venture to marry,
Unless he makes safe this furious Cialto,
Then I shall keep all quietly,
Or else I may perhaps be invited to an honourable Duel,
Which how I can endure—
Cast.
Farewel Niece, and prepare to make
Your self and me truly happy.
[Exeunt Castruccio and Brancadoro.
Sam.
Now, Brother, to what purpose
Did you advise me to seem willing?
Mir.
I have some thoughts which only want of time
Yet hinders me to ripen; I like not
My Uncle's picking Quarrels thus, all's in his power,
He may do mischief; therefore seem to consent;
Yet fear not, though the Wedding is so near,
At the last minuit I know a way to free thee;
Within I'le tell thee my design:
This Mushrome never shall be yoak'd to thee.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Brancadoro and Villerotto; They whisper.Vill.
Now Sir, do you yet believe it is a consequence,
That you must not expect to live, if proud Cialto does?
Or wou'd you have the Parish Priest to make you friends,
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Bran.
Why thou seest I look'd thee out for the nonce
To know if thou canst have him quickly dispatch'd;
Why man, I cannot marry else.
Vill.
Well, be secure, reckon that insolent Enemy
To your Repose and Fortunes, in his Grave:
[Enter Montalto and his Companions.
—But see, Sir—yonder are an odd parcel of men,
I think I have seen the face of one of them before;
If I mistake not, they are a sort of People
Fitted by their own wants for my designs.
Retire, Sir, and leave me to sound them.
[As he goes out he returns and speaks.
Bran.
But be sure, man; be sure, I say:
If thou should'st miss, and Cialto find me married,—
Um—I might give my life for a farthing.
[Exit Brancadoro.
Vill.
Fear not, fear not. Save you, Gentlemen.
Mont.
And you, Sir.
Vill.
You seem Persons that have not been
So kindly us'd by Fortune as your merits
Might justly challenge; your carriage speaks you
To have been men of Action.
Mont.
We have seen danger, Sir, and have not shrunk;
When those that live at ease have shook to hear
The Story told.
Vill.
'Tis pity, at least to our frail Reason it so appears,
That neither Virtue nor Courage shou'd be safe
From mixtures of Necessity.
Mont.
We are us'd as our Swords are;
When the danger's past, hung by.
Vill.
And yet if such as you, whose haughty minds
Brook not the sight of other mens Enjoyments,
Or think it barbarous injustice to starve
Amidst that Plenty which your Swords
Secur'd or purchas'd; if such men as you
But snatch at some small share,
You wou'd be punish'd certainly.
Mont.
We have found that.
Vill.
Nay, the Clergy wou'd declare your Souls
In dangerous condition.
Mont.
Yes, damn'd, without dispute.
Vill.
Come we are betray'd and fool'd;
Those that have power over us
Confirm themselves by Cruelty and Cheating;
One they call Justice, th'other Pollicy.
Mean while the poor must starve, or else be whip'd;
The Souldier out of War want, or be hang'd;
Nature's relieving Laws are lost in theirs;
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If he be guilty then in that pursuance,
The fault still rests in those that urg'd the Act;
The rich and powerful part of Men
Are answerable for those deeds
To which they force the poor and the necessitous.
2 Com.
Oh admirable Reason!
Mont.
'Tis most profound, and never to be answer'd.
Vill.
Are you convinc'd then?
Mo., 1 C. & 2 C.
Yes, yes, yes.
Vill.
Then I may tell you, I have a business for you,
If you dare attempt it, in which there will not be
Much danger, but great profit.
Mont.
Pish, Danger's our Companion;
Name the thing, Sir.
Vill.
Follow me then to a more private place,
Where you shall know your task; my own Sword
Shall share a little with you, far as I dare;
I may, for ought I know, keep with the boldest.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Cialto solus.Cial.
No news yet, and the dangerous time so neer!
And she for ever may be lost to me,
And forc'd into a Fool's Embraces!
For though she never can be mine, I cannot
Suffer she shou'd be anothers.
—I hardly can be jealous of Miranzo;
Yet Friendship it self is not security enough
To give him credit for Samira; I dare not trust
That Treasure thus uncertainly; I must prevent
The quickest way; Friendship and Fate
Have their slow pace; but Passions will not wait.
[He offers to go out.
Enter Miranzo.
Mir.
Whither so fast? hey day, which is now
Predominant, Love or Fortune? One of 'um
Is ever vexing thee.
Cial.
'Tis well you can continue merry.
Mir.
Come, what's the matter?
Cial.
Nothing.
Mir.
That's unkind.
Cial.
Pray urge me not.
Mir.
Is there any thing to be conceal'd from Friends?
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Yes, trouble and misery.
Mir.
No more, or find some other friend.
Cial.
You do not well to press me thus;
It will not please you when you hear it.
Mir.
Pray let me know it.
Cial.
You shall; but I must beg another thing.
Mir.
What's that?
Cial.
Only to save you and me trouble;
Pray when you have heard it give no Counsel.
Mir.
O, by no means, Sir, not for a World.
Cial.
Why, 'tis no great matter,—I'le kill Brancadoro.
Mir.
How!
Cial.
Nay, your wonder is as unnecessary as your Counsel.
Mir.
Have you consider'd what you said?
Cial.
Yes, and I find it reasonable, I admire you do not.
Mir.
Faith not I; I think 'tis an unreasonable thing
To kill an Ass; some think that Fools are damn'd
For their original Ignorance; thou wou'dst not
Send him to hell on thy Errand, wou'dst?
Cial.
Ha, ha, shou'd I for fear of sending him to Hell,
Let him enjoy my Heaven here!—
Perhaps it grows indifferent to you.
Mir.
Do you suspect that Brancadoro's wealth
Has brib'd me, Sir? I thank you.
Cial.
I do not say, It has; but yet—
Mir.
But yet! It looks scurvily: A Friend when he's jealous
Is like a Child that's froward;
He knows not why he's out of humour.
Come, trust all to me, you shall not be deceiv'd;
I've a design; spare me but for a few minuits.
Cial.
Methinks your kindness gives me greater joy
Then a bare Friendship cou'd:—all thoughts
Of my revenge on others vanish;—yet—
When I am too much press'd with Misery,
Be but so kind to give me leave to die.
[Exit Cialto.
Miranzo stays and studies.
Mir.
It shall be so, if I can frighten him,
And make him decline the Marriage with my Sister;
'Twou'd be excellent; for certainly he's a rank Coward:
See where most luckily he comes.
[Enter Brancadoro.
Now Fortune;—yet if this fail I've a sure remedy at last.
Noble Signior, I was going to look after you.
Bran.
What, I warrant your Sister sent to me;
I am coming.
Mir.
No Sir, 'twas a business of another nature.
Bran.
Nay, I cannot stay to talk of business now.
Mir.
You must, Sir.
Bran.
Must, Sir!
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I think you must; your Honour will enforce you.
Bran.
Why, what has my Honour to do with't? Must!
Mir.
It concerns it; and I must beg your pardon,
That am th'unwilling Messenger.
Bran.
Why, if you be unwilling, let it alone;
I'le excuse you.
Mir.
I dare not, Sir; I am oblig'd so far
In common ties, that every Gentleman
Is bound unto another by; I was
Unhappy that it was requir'd from me.
Bran.
Well, another time, another time.
Mir.
None but this can serve, Sir; 'tis the last request
That you will have from Signior Cialto.
Bran.
The last! well, that mollifies somwhat; What is't then?
Mir.
Why, it seems reasonable that you have his Fortune,
And are now going to possess his Mistress;
He but desires that you wou'd now be pleas'd
Fairly to take away his Life too.
Bran.
What's this! I hope I am not discover'd
[Aside.
By Villerotto! Fairly, quoth he!
Mir.
Life in his condition is but useless to him.
Bran.
Why, he may hang himself.
Mir.
That he's unwilling to do; you shall try
To free him with your honourable Sword.
Bran.
I'le not try, Sir.
Mir.
You must, Sir; and for that end he stays for you
Hard by the Nunnery, in the Cypress Grove.
Bran.
There let him stay; you know, as well as I,
I am ingag'd, and cannot come.
Mir.
No ingagement, Sir, ought to be above your Honor
Besides, mine will engage me not to receive
So slight an Answer.
Bran.
Why, 'tis your Sister I am going to marry;
Is it not?
Mir.
I consider not that, Sir.
Bran.
If Cialto sends me a Challenge,
I hope I may appoint my Time and Weapon.
Mir.
That I think you may. Sure he dares not fight, does he?
Bran.
Why then tell your Friend from me, I'le meet him the
Next day after I'm married, any where:
I'le not delay such matters as these.
Mir.
Why, he has Courage sure.
[Aside.
But, Sir, 'tis handsomest to end these matters quickly.
Bran.
So 'twere, Sir, if a man were free;
But since I am engag'd I will be married first,
And then have at him.
If he be in haste to fight, let him fasten a Quarrel
On somebody else, to pass away the time
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Mir.
Slid, he amazes me.
Bran.
Thus, Sir, I shall preserve my honor every way;
I hope he understands himself as well as I do.
Mir.
There is no help, this will not do.
[Aside.
How the Rascal has couzen'd me!—well—
Who knows but he may be valiant?
This is your resolution, Sir.
Bran.
I marry, Sir; nor will I alter it.
Mir.
I shall acquaint Cialto with it, Sir,
And then attend you to your Nuptials:
Farewel, Signior.
Bran.
You shall be welcome, Sir; there will be
[Ex. Miran.]
A fine sight, I pay some on't.
Ha, ha, how I have couzen'd 'um!
Miranzo has no mind I shou'd have his Sister,
And so they agreed to frighten me from't; I found it;
Poor silly Fellows, 'twas too late; I have promis'd
To meet Cialto the next day after I am married,
That is the next day after he is dead;
'Tis the same thing;—um—but
If Villerotto shou'd fail I were in a fine case,
Positively ingag'd to fight with him;
I'le look him, and make sure work;
I grow horribly afraid to think of fighting,
Though I never intend to come to't.
[Exit.
SCENE IV.
Enter Montalto solus.Mon.
What has this Rascal perswaded us to!
Nay, rather, what have I perswaded my self to!
To fancy I have Courage, and know all the while
What a dangerous Lie 'tis to own it;
For I had talk'd so loudly of my killing,
That 'twas very probable I shou'd be set to work;
And as luck is, 'tis to kill one
That will not easily be kill'd, unless
I cou'd catch him asleep:
Wou'd this Rhetorical Gentleman had his Money again.
He gave me Earnest very formally.
The Devil's to raise Forces, and he's his Agent
To give the Press-money.
Here come my engag'd Friends:
[Enter 1, 2 Companions.
What made ye stay behind?
1 Com.
Why the Gentleman, you know who—
Mon.
That hir'd us to do you know what.
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Had still more to say to us, he's very earnest.
Mont.
I had rather he were in jest.
[Aside.
1 Com.
He promises to double our Reward,
If we strike home, and lose no opportunity;
We shall hardly have such another Bargain.
Mont.
That's likely; for 'tis very probable
We may be hang'd for this:
I find I have more Conscience then I thought I had.
1 Com.
As good hang as starve; nay, Captain,
If you'r in Dialogue with Fear and Conscience,
I ha' done.
Mont.
I do but cast the worst to try your Spirits:
I am a Villain if Fear be not Gentleman-usher
To Conscience; I thought I had had no such thing;
Now, I am afraid, I find,
I have a most troublesom stock of it.
—Um—the Devil has sent his Resident again;
[Enter Vill.
The Fiend knew I had a good thought or two,
And his Agent's come to treat for 'em;
Yet if I fall back, he'l cut my Throat, that's certain.
Vill.
Gentlemen, some new thoughts made me overtake you;
'Tis to tell you, I am now resolv'd
Still to keep near you, that no opportunity be lost,
Nor I rob'd of my part in th'Action.
Mo.
I wou'd afford any one a pennyworth of my share.
[aside
Vill.
It were a fault to doubt your Courages;
But words waste time; no more:
Go presently and stay for me
In the Cypress Walk that leads unto the Nunnery.
This Captain methinks looks somthing suspiciously;
I must not be long from them:
My Sword shall make sure work.
How—my wise Master!
[Enter Brancadoro.
What business sends him hunting after me?
Bran.
Villerotto, hast bargain'd? Castruccio has sent
Me word that he has got his Nieces consent:
But all's one for that; if thou canst not get
Him kill'd, they sha'nt get me to marry,
For a reason best known to my self:
Yet prethee bargain as cheap as thou canst;
For all that I dare trust thee though
To use thy own discretion.
Vill.
I will do more then use my own discretion;
I'le use my Sword too: Go marry, Sir,
And think not of a dead man.
Bran.
Hast got him dispatch'd already?
Vill.
As good, Sir; 'tis sure.
Bran.
But had I best marry before it be quite done?
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Fear not, Sir; trust to my care and faith.
Bran.
But be sure.
Vill.
Nay, if you suspect me, Sir.
Bran.
Why then I'le venture, fall back, fall edg;
Let him meddle with me if he dares.
Dispatch quickly, good Villerotto.
[Exit Brancadoro.
Vill.
Yet again!
He needs not doubt me, if he knew all;
But when 'tis done I must propose
Some considerable Conditions to set up for my self,
And leave his wise Worship:
He dares not but consent; the guilty must
Submit to be the Slaves of those they trust.
[Exit.
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