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My bosoms Secretary, My dearest, best loved Nephew. Gladly welcome. Your own worth is a herald to proclaim it: For taste of your preferment, we admit you The chief provisor of our Horse. Slack no time To enter on your Fortune's—thou art careful My Troylo in the study of a duty, His name is Livio! Again you're welcome to us, be as speedy Dear Nephew as th'art constant—men of parts, Fit parts and found are rarely to be met with, But being met with, therefore to be cherished, With love and with supportance, while I stand, Livio can no way fallen— Yet once more welcome. Let ignorance Of what you were, plead my neglect of manners, And this soft touch excuse it, y'have enriched This little family (most excellent Virgin) With th'honour of your company. Here are no public sights nor Courtly visitants, Which youth and active blood might stray in thought for: The companies are few, the pleasures single, And rarely to be brooked, perhaps by any; Not perfectly acquainted with this custom, Are they not lovely one? The meaning of this Music. I dare not be the Author Of trewanting the time then, neither will I. It's a task of pleasure. With pardon. You are not of the number I presume yet, To be enjoined to hours. If you please, We for a little while may fit as Judges Of their proficience, pray vouchsafe the favour. No compulsion, That were too hard a word; where you are Sovereign Your yea and nay is Law: I have a suit tee. For your love. Neither I intend so, Grant me and entertainment. To acknowledge me your creature. Love deer Maid, Is but desire of beauty, and it's proper For beauty to desire to be beloved. I am not free from passion, though the current Of a more lively heat runs slowly through me, My heart is gentle, and believe fresh Girl: Thou shalt not wish for any full addition, Which may adorn thy rarities to boast em; That bounty can, withhold this Academy. Of silent pleasures is maintained, but only To such a constant use. To be pleasant In practice of some outward senses only No more. The proffer of a noble courtesy Is checked it seems. How's this, come be more mild. Be not known what passages The time hath lent, for once I can bear with ye. Be—but hereafter— I know not what— Livio. Well then thou shalt not, My precious Castamela —thou hast a Sister, A prefect Sister Livio. Come fair one. NO more of these complaints and clamours; Have we nor enemies abroad, Nor waking Sycophants, Who peering through our actions, wait occasion By which they watch to lay advantage open To vulgar descant, but amongst our selves Some whom we call our own must practice scandal (Out of a liberty of ease and fullness) Against our honour, we shall quickly order Strange reformation Sirs, and you will find it. He is unfit to manage public matters Who knows not how to rule at home his hoshould; You must be jealous (puppy) of a Boy too; Raise uproars, (bandy noise) amongst young Maidens; Keep revels in your madness, use authority Of giving punishment; a fool must fool you; And this is all but pastime, as you think it. Sirrah, I'll turn you to your shop again and trinkets, Your suds and pan of small-cole; take your damosel The grand old rag, of beauty; your death's head; Try then what custom reverence can trade in; Fiddle, and play your pranks amongst your neighbours; That all the town may roar you; now you simper And look Like a shaved skull. Wait a while our pleasure; You shall know more anon. Troylo, thou art my brother's son, and nereest In blood to me; thou hast been next in counsels. Those ties of nature (if thou canst consider How much they do engage) work by instinct In every worthy or ignoble mention Which can concern me. Henceforth the Stewardship My carefulness, for the honour of our Family Has undertook, must yield the world account, And make clear reckonings; yet we stand suspected In our even courses. Report is merry with my feats; my dotage Undoubtedly the Vulgar voice does carol it. And we with her his tabletalk—she stands not In any firm affection to him. We are resolute In our determination, meaning quickly To cause these clouds fly off; the ordering of it Nephew is thine. Honest Livio, Perfectly honest, really; no fallacies No flaws are in thy truth: I shall promote thee To place more eminent. What suit? speak boldly. Such breath sounds but ill manners; know young man, Old as we are, our Soul retains a fire Active and quick in motion, which shall equal The daringest boys ambition of true manhood That wears a pride to brave us. You are weary of our service, and may leave it. We can court no men duty. Had you known his Mother You might have sworn her honest; let him justify Himself not base born: for thy Sisters sake I do conceive the Like of thee; be wiser, But prate to me no more thus;—if the gallant Resolve on my attendance, ere he leave me, Acquaint him with the present service, Nephew, I meant to employ him in. I dare not study words, or hold a compliment For this particular; this special favour. But for this grace (Madam) I will lay open Before your judgements which I know can rate they A Cabinet of Jewels, rich and lively, The world can show none goodlier; those I prize Dear as my life—Nephew— No strangers eye ere viewed them, Unless your Brother Romanello haply Was wo'd unto a sighed for his approvement: No more. It's a proper quality For any Gentleman; your other friends May be are not so coy. Behold, I keep my word, these are the Jewels Deserve a treasury; I can be prodigal Amongst my friends; examine well their lustre Do's it not sparkle? wherefore dwells your silence In such amazement? Romanello, I have been only Steward to your pleasures; You loved this Lady once, what say you now to her? You then renounce all right in Castamela, Say Romanello. You are not Romanello; we examined On what conditions your affections fixed, And found them merely Courtship; but my Nephew Loved with a faith resolved, and used his policy To draw the Lady into this society, More freely to discover his sincerity Even without Livio's knowledge, thus succeeded And prospered, he's my heir and she deserved him. What ever Report hath talked of me abroad, and these Know they are all my nieces, are the daughters To my dead only Sister, this their Guardianess Since they first saw the World; indeed my Mistress's They are, I have none other; how brought up Their qualities may speak; now Romanello, And Gentlemen, for such I know ye all, Portions they shall not want both fit and worthy; Nor will I look on fortune, if you Like Court them and win them, here is free access, In mine own Court henceforth; only for thee Enough, enough; now to shut up the night, Some menial servants of mine own are ready For to present a merriment; they intend According to occasion of the meeting, In several shapes to show how love oreswayes All men of several conditions; Soldier, Gentry, fool, scholar, Merchant man, and Clown: A harmless recreation; take your places.— Your duties are performed henceforth, Spadone, Cast off thy borrowed title: Nephew Troylo, His Mother gave thee suck; esteem him honestly. Lights for the Lodgings, it's high time for rest; Great men may be mistook when they mean best. Enough, slip off, and on your life be secret. A lovely day, young creatures. To you Floria; To you Clarella, Silvia, to all service: But who is this fair stranger?
Plot summary
Plot — The Fancies Chaste and Noble
Before the start of the action, Lord Julio was advised by his physicians that his malady could be cured b narriage to a particular woman, Flavia. He duly arranged to purchase her from her husband, Fabricio, who procured a divorce by pretending a pre-contract. Flavia's brother Romanello is outraged and refuses to see her. Flavia herself feels ashamed of the arrangement and, at her request, Julio pensions off Fabricio and sends him into exile; he goes to Bologna and becomes a Capuchin monk. The gallants Camillo and Vespucci pursue Flavia, hoping that her track record indicates a propensity to adultery, but later see the error of their ways. Troilo Savelli procures a place at court for his friend Livio; but the price is that he must bring his sister Castamela to join the Bower of Fancies, a group of chaste young women visited by the Marquess Octavio for recreational purposes, and debarred most other company. Livio complies, breaking off Castamela's liaison with Romanello. The situation is not what it may seem, however: Octavio is impotent. Romanello comes to court disguised as a mountebank and manages to see the Fancies. Left alone with Castamela while the Fancies have a singing lesson, Octavio asks for her love, but she refuses, and later vents her annoyance on her brother for bringing her to court. Livio decides after all to give his blessing to her marriage to Romanello. Octavio is annoyed that scandalous rumours are in circulation concerning his relationship with the Fancies. He invites the principal characters to supper and the truth emerges: the Fancies are his nieces, and he was charged by their dead mother to supervise their education. Now that this is complete, he allows the courtiers to woo them. Romanello renounces his claim on Castamela, and she accepts Troilo's offer of marriage. In the sub-plot, Secco the young barber, whom Octavio has married to the Fancies' ancient guardian Morosa, is persuaded by the eunuch Spadone that he has been cuckolded by Octavio's page Nitido. Troilo saves the boy from a thrashing, and Secco takes his revenge by trapping Spadone in his barber's chair. Spadone confesses that he is only pretending to be a eunuch, and that he is the one who cuckolded Secco.