ROMANELLO

Tell me you cannot love me, Why Castamela, I have shaped thy virtues (Even from our childish years) into a dowry Of richer estimation, then thy portion, Doubled and hundred times, can equal: now I clearly find, thy current of affection Labours to fallen into the gilded of riot, Not the free ocean of a soft content. You'd marry pomp and plenty, it's the Idol (I must confess) that creatures of the time, Bend their devotions to, But I have fashioned Thoughts much more excellent of you. Sure some dotage Of living stately, richly, lend a cunning To Eloquence. How is this piece of goodness Changed to ambition? o you are most miserable In your desires, the female curse ha caught ye. A Devil of pride, Ranges in airy thoughts to catch a star, While ye grasp molehills. But that some remnant of and honest sense, Ebbs a full tide of blood to shame, all women Would prostitute all honour to the luxury of ease and titles. A Dog, a Parrot, A Monkey, a Caroach, a guarded lackey, A waiting woman with her lips sealed up, Are pretty toys to please my Mistress wonton: So is a siddle too, it'll make it dance, Or else be sick and whine. My grief you are, For all my services are lost and ruined. I'st a mystery? Y'ave lately found out Livio, or a cunning Concealed, till now for wonder? You're pleasant In new discoveries of fortune; use them With moderation, Livio. I understand not The drist on't, nor how meant, nor yet to whom. A sure acquittance, If I must be discharged. Is't come to this? I doubt I know not what yet must be silent. Troylo-Savelli, Next heir unto the marquess? and the Page too? The Marquesses own page, Livio transformed Into a sudden bravery, and altered In Nature, or I dream? amongst the Ladies, I not remember I have seen one face. There's cunning in these changes, I am resolute, Or to pursue the trick on't, or loose labour. Prosper me now my fate; some better genius Then such a one, as waits on troubled passion, Direct my courses to a noble issue. My thoughts have wandered in a labyrinth, But if the clew I have laid hold on, fail not, I shall tread out the toil of these dark paths In spite of politic reaches—I am punished In mine own Hope's, by her unlucky Fortune's, Whose same is ruined; Flaviam, my lost sister! Lost to report, by her unworthy husband, Though heightened by a greatness, in whose mixtures, I hate to claim a partly—O welcome, welcome, Dear boy! thou keepest time with my expectations As justly, as the promise of my bounties Shall reckon with thy service. Precious Nitido. Th'art and ingenious boy. Th'ast out done all counsel, and all cunning. Nitido, What faint now? deer heart bear up, what staggers, What clogs? let me romove they. Honest, pish is that all? By this rich purse, and by the twenty ducats Which line it, I will answer for thy honesty, Against all Italy, and prove it perfect, Beside, remember, I am bound to secrecy. Thou'lt not betray thy self. If what? out with't. Dost doubt it? Or free meetings In Taverns, there of sits at the upper end, And eats, and prates, of cares not how nor what. The very quaik of fashions, the very he that Wears a Steletto on his chin. When occasion Offers it self (forwhere it do's or not, I will be bold to take it) I may turn To some one in the company; and changing My Method talk of state, and rail against Th'imployment of the time, mislike the carriage Of places, and mislike that men of parts, Of merit, such as my self am, are not Thrust into public Actium: it'll set off A privilege I challenge from opinion, With a more lively current. The time? Yet my pretty knave, thou hast not Discovered where fair Castamela lives; Nor how, nor amongst whom. No more. I shall be speedily provided, ask for A note at mine own lodging. Gip to your beauty's, You would be fair forsooth, you would be Monsters; Fair Women are such, Monsters to be seen Are rare, and so are they. Yes for sports sake; But soon forgotten it. He that rides a gallop Is quickly weary. I esteem of Love As of a man in some huge place; it puzzles Reason, distracts the freedom of the soul; Renders a wise man fool, and a fool wise In's own conceit, not else it yields effects Of pleasure travail, bitter, sweet; war, peace; Thorns, roses; prayers, curses; longings, surfeits; Despair, and then a rope: o my trim lover, Yes, I have loved a score at once. That is a truth much fabled, never found You secret? when your Dresses blab your vanities; Carnation for your Points? there's a gross babbler: Tawny, heigh ho, the pretty heart is wounded. A knot of Willow Ribbons she's forsaken? Another rides the Cockhorse, green and azure, Wince and cry we he Like a Colt unbroken: But desperate black puts em in mind of fish days; When Lent spurs on Devotion, there's a famine: Yet love and judgement may help all this pudder. Where are they? not in females? Troule let it stripling, thou hast yet firm footing And needest not fear the Cuckolds livery. There's good Philosophy fort, take this for comfort, No horned Beasts have teeth in either gums: But thou art toothed on both sides, though she fail in't. That's his Fortune, Women indeed more jealous are then Men; But men have more cause. Not I your choice. Indeed. I will converse with beasts; there is in mankind No found society, but in woman (bless me) Nor faith nor reason: I may justly wonder What trust was in my Mother. Stand let it still, and freeze there: Make sure the socks. Unlooked for;—I but sojourn My self; I keep nor house, nor entertainments, French Cooks composed, Italian Collations; Rich Persian surfeits, with a train of services, Befitting exquisite Ladies, such as you are, Perfume not our low Roofs;—the way lies open That there.—Good day, great Madam. I'm out of tune to chop discourses—however, You are a Woman. Are not you pray you, (nay, we'll be contented In presence of your Ushers, once to prattle. Some idle minutes) are you not inthroned The Lady Regent, by whose special influence July the Count of Camerine is ordered? He loves you? And it's believed how practice quickly fashioned A port of humorous anticknesse in carriage, Discourse, demeanour, gestures. Your Honour? On, on, Some leisure serves us now. Dare not for both your lives to interrupt her. You are much to blame sirs, Should all be truth is uttered. Peace then Is ratified,—my Sister thou hast wakened Entranced affection from its steep to knowledge Of once more who thou art; no jealous frenzy Shall hazard a distrust: reign in thy sweetness, Thou only worthy Woman; these two Converts Record our hearty union, I have shook off My thraldom, Lady, and have made discoveries Of famous Novels; but of those hereafter; Thus we seal love, you shall know all and wonder. You are not frequent here as I remember; But since you bring your welcome with you, Livio, Be bold to use it; to the point. So belike the Marquess Stores some new grace, some special close employment, For whom your kind commends by deputation Please think on to oblige, and Livio's charity Descends on Romanello liberally, above my means to thank. Sits the wind there boy; leaving formal circum stance, proceed; you dally yet. The new-turned Courtier Proffers most frankly; but withal leaves out A endue consideration of the narrowness Our short estate is bounded in, some Politics As they rise up (Like Livio ) to perfection In their own competencies, gather also Grave supplement of providence and wisdom; Yet he abates in his—you use a triumph In your advantages, it smells of state: We know you are no fool. Since you mean earnest, Receive in satisfaction; I am resolved For single life; there was a time (was Livio ) When indiscretion blinded forecast in me; But recollection, with your rules of thriftiness, Prevailed against all passion. A single life's no burden; but to draw In yokes is chargeable, and does require A double maintenance; Livios very words, For he can live without a wife and purchase, By Lady so you do Sir, send you joy on't; These rules you see are possible, and answered. Where lives the Creature Your pity stoops to pin upon your servant? Not in a Nunnery for a years probation? Fie on such coldness, there are BOVVRDS OF FANCIES Ravished from troops of Fairy Nymphs, and Virgins Cul'd from the downy breasts of Queens their Mother's, In the Titanian Empire, far from Mortals: But these are tales; troth I have quite abandoned All loving humour. Were there another Marquess in Sienna More potent then the same who is vicegerent To the great Duke of Florence, our grand Master: Were the great Duke himself here, and would lift up My head to fellow pomp amongst his Nobles, By falsehood to the honour of a Sister, Urging me instrument in his Seraglio; Idem tear the Wardrobe of and outside from him Rather then live a Pandar to his bribery. She's a Countess Flaviam, she; but she has and Earl her Husband, Though far from our procurement. Never designed my Choice, You know and I know (Livio) more I tell thee, A noble honesty ought to give allowance, When reason intercedes; by all that's manly, I range not in derision but compassion. Pretty swiftly; We have compared the Copy with the Original, And find no disagreement. No, no, One no once more and ever;—this your courtesy Foiled me a second;—Sir, you brought a welcome, You must not partly without it; scan with pity My plainness, I intend nor gall, nor quarrel. Questionless, yea. Doubts easily resolved; upon your virtues The whole foundation of my peace is grounded: I'll guard ye to your home, lost in one comfort Here I have found another. Not I, I do protest; I hope Sir You cannot think I am a lapidary; I skill in Jewels? Most happy man, I now forgive the injuries Thy former life exposed thee to. Sister, you cannot taste this course but bravely, But thankfully. By no means fair one, Enjoy your life of greatness; sure the spring Is passed, the BOWERS OF FANCIES is quite withes'd And offered Like a lottery to be drawn; I dare not venture for a blank, excuse me,— Exquisite Jewels. Gladly. Am I cozened. Frenzy, how didst thou seize me! The learned differ In that point; grand and famous Scholars often Have argued pro and con, and left it doubtful; Volumes have been writ on't. If then great Clerks Suspend their resolutions, it's a modesty For me to silence mine. Not so forsooth, should love and judgement meet, The old, the fool; the ugly and deformed Could never be beloved; for example, Behold these two; this Madam and this shaver. Beauty's.