LEVIDOLCHE

Pray let not me be bandied sir, and basfaild By your intelligence. Even so, wise uncle, much good do you—discovered! I could fly out, mix vengeance with my love, Unworthy man Malfato, my good Lord My hight in blood, rare Lord, grows could too, well Rise dotage into rage, and sleep no longer; Affection turned to hatred, threatens mischief. Take that, enjoy it freely, wisely use it. Throws a purse Th'advantage of thy fate, and know the giver. Exit. Parado, so I over herd you named. A grateful man (it seems) where gratitude Has harbour; other furniture becoming Accomplished qualities must needs inhabit, What country claims your birth? You seem the issue then of honest parents. Dare you be secret? And sudden. I use not many words, the time prevents they, A man of quality has robbed mine honour. Adurni. Malfato contemned my proffered love. Propose it, and enjoy it. Would! I do dispatch the task I have enjoined, Then claim my promise. Stay, examine From my confession what a plague thou drawest Into thy bosom, though I blush to say it, Know I have without sense of shame, or honour, Forsook a lawful marriage bed, to dally Between Adurnis arms. The same; more not content with him I courted, A newer pleasure, but was there refused by him I named so late. Right, am henceforth resolutely bent to print My foll es on their hearts, then change my life For some rare penance, canst thou love me now? Accept my hand, with this a faith as constant As vows can urge, nor shall my haste prevent This contract, which death only must divorce. Meet here to morrow night, We will determine further, as behooves us. Levidolche, be confident, I bring a worthy portion; But you'll sly off. Love is sharp sighted And can pierce through the cunning of disguises, False pleasures I casheere you, fair truth welcome. Sir, for my mother's name forbear this anger, If I have yoked my self beneath your wishes, Yet is my choice a lawful one, and I Will live as truly chaste unto his bosom, As ere my faith hath bound me. Yes, me you know, heaven has a gentle mercle For penitent offenders: blessed Ladies, Repute me not a castaway, though once I fell into some lapses, which our sex Are oft inntangled by; yet what I have been, Concerns me now no more, who am resolved On a new life. This Gentleman Benatzi, Disguised as you see, I have remarried, I knew you at first sighed, and tender constantly Submission for all errors. Mine eyes sir, never shall without a blush Receive a look from yours; please to forget All passages of rashness, such attempt Was mine, and only mine. Sir, consider, My sex, were I mankind, my sword should quit A wounded honour, and repreave a name From injury, by printing on their bosoms Some deadly Character, whose drunken surfeits Vomit such base aspersions, as I am Scorn and contempt is virtue: my desert Stands far above their malice. What then? Sweet uncle do not spare me. Whose whore am I? For thats your plainest meaning. All the curses Endue to a ravisher of sober truth, Dambe up their graceless mouths. Sir, alas, What would you have me do? I have no Orators, More than my tears, to plead my innocence, Since you forsake me, and are pleased to lend And open ear against my honest fame. Would all their spite could harry my contents Unto a desperate ruin; O deer goodness, There is a right for wrongs. All the short remains Of undesired life, shall only speak That extremity of penance: your opinion Enjoynesit too. My Misery's, As in a glass, present me the rend face Of and unguided youth. But withal, sure of hand, and spirit. This is my husband. Indeed 'tis truth. Dear, for loves sake, stay. With pardon, Let me retain your sorrows. Yes, and herein every hope is brought to life, Which long hath lain in deadness I have once more Wedded Benatzi my divorced husband, No odd disguise Could guard him from discovery; 'tis he, The choice of my ambition, heaven preserve me Thankful for such a bounty; yet he dreams not Of this deceit, but let me die in speaking, If I repute not my success more happy Then any earthly blessing; o sweet uncle, Rejoice with me, I am a faithful convert, And will redeem the stains of a foul name, By love and true obedience. Join with me sir, Our plot requires much speed we must be earnest, I'll tell ye what conditions threaten danger, Unless you intermediate; let us hasten, For fear we come too late. Let's slack no time sir. Exeunt. Hold, o hold him. You are kind and bountiful. Uncle's are privileged More than our parents, some wise man in state Hath rectified, no doubt, your knowledge sir, While all the policy for public business, Was spent—for want of matter, I by chance Fell into grave discourse; but by your leave, I from a strangers table rather wish To earn my bred, than from a friends by gift, Be daily subj ct to unfit reproofs. Good sir hear me,