MALFATO

Let all this sense be yielded to Not I Sir. Neither. To me! your mind Letter? howes this? whats here? Brave riddle: I'll endeavour to unfold it. You know from whence this comes. D'ee laugh! But that I must consider such as Spaniels, To those who feed and cloth them, I would print Thy pandarism upon thy forehead: there Bear back that paper to the hell from whence It gave thee thy directions, tell this Lord, He ventured on a foolish policy, In aiming at the scandal of my blood, The trick is childish, base, say base. Say, I know this whore. She who sent this temptation, was wife To his abused servant, and divorced From poor Benatzi, senseless of the wrongs That Madam Levidolche and Adurni Might revel in their sports without control, Secure, unchecked. I am A gentleman free born, I never wore The rags of any great men lo kes, nor fed Upon their after-meals; I never crouched Unto the offal of and Office promised Reward for long attendance, and then missed. I read no difference between this huge, This monstrous big word Lord, and Gentleman, More than the Title sounds; for ought I learn, The latter is as noble as the first, I'm sure more ancient. 'Tis so; and I have reason to be mad: Reason Aurelio, by my truth and Hope's. This wit Futelli brings a suit of love From Lenidolche, one however masked In colourable privacy, is famed The Lord Adurnies pensioner, at least. Am I a husband picked out for a strumpet, For a cast suit of bawdry? Aurelio, You are as I am, you could ill digest The trial of a patience so unfit. Be gone Futelli, do not mince one syllable Of what you h are: another fetch Like this May tempt a pe ce oh rage: so say, be gone. What have I Deserved to be so used? in colder blood I do confess nobility e requires Duty and love, it is a badge of virtue, By Actium equir'd, and next in rank Unto anointed royal j wherein Have I neglected distance, or forgotten Observance to superiors? sure my name Was in the oh e mistook. Why cousin should the earth cleave to the roots, The seas and heavens be mingled in disorder, Your purity with unaffrighted eyes Might wait the uproar, 'tis the guilty trembles At horrors, not the innocent, you are cruel In censuring a libertle allowed. Speak freely, gentle cousin, was Adurni Importunately wanton? Not the boldness Of and uncivil courtship. Yet put case, sweet cousin, That I could name a creature, whose affection Followed your Auria in the height: affection To you; even to Spinella true and settled, As ever Auria's was can, is, or will be. You may not chide the story. Listen to a strange tale, which thus the author sighed, A kinsman of Spinella (so it runs) Her father's sisters soune, some time before Auria the fortunate possessed her beauty's, Became inamor'd of such rare perfections, As she was stored with, fed his idle Hope's With possibilities of lawful conquest, Proposed each difficulty in pursuit Of what his vain supposal stiled his own, Found in the argument one only flaw Of conscience, by the nearness of their bloods, Unhappy scruple, easily dispensed with, Had any friends advice resolved the doubt Still on of loved, and loved, and wished, and wished, Eftsoon began to speak, yet soon broke off, And still the fondling durst not, cause of durst not. Exceeding wonderful, Beyond all wonder, yet 'tis known for truth, After her marriage, when remained not ought Of expectation to such fruitless dotage. His reason then, now, then could not reduce The violence of passion, though a'vowd Never to unlock that secret, scarce to her Herself, Spinella, and withal resolved, Not to come near her presence, but to avoid All opportunities how ever proffered. Can you embrace, so Like a darling, your own woes, And play the tyrant with a partner in them? Then I am thankful for advantage, urged By fatal and enjoined necessity, To stand up in defence of injured virtue, Will against any, I except no quality, Maintain all supposition misapplied, Unhonest, false, and villainous. I'll bless that hand, Whose honourable pity seals the passport For my incessant turmoils, to their rest. If I prevail, (which heaven forbid) these ages Which shall inherit ours, may tell postericie Spinella and Malfato for a kinsman, By noble love made jealons of her fame. All is said: Henceforth shall never syllable proceed, Enter Can stanna. From my unpleasant voice, of amorous folly— Chide her for it, Castanna, this house is as freely yours, As ever was your father's. The world hath not another wife Like this, Cousin you will not hear your sister speak, So much your passion rules. Why look you cousin now? Therein he shows himself desertful of his happiness, Of whom? what? why? Courage, they who have no hearts, Find none to loose; ours is as great as his, Who defy danger most sure state and ceremony In habit here Like strangers we shall wait Formality of entertainment, Cousin, Let us return, it's paltry. Auria. 'Tis your charity. Provident Aurelio. My Lord, you use a borrowed bravery, Not suiting fair constructions, may your fort unes Mount higher than can apprehension reach they, Yet this waste kind of antique sovereign Unto a wife who equals every best Of your deserts, achievements, or posterity, Betrays a barrenness of noble nature, Let upstarts exercise uncomely roughness, Clear spirits to the humble will be humble: You know your wife no doubt. Call you this welcome? we are mistook Castanna. Why not, and honourable cause gives life to truth, Without control. He's put too't, It seems the challenge gravels him A soul sublimed from dross by competition, Such is mighty Aurias famed; descends From its own Sphere, when injuries profound ones Yield to the combat of a scolding mastery. Skirmish of words hath with your wife lewdly ranged Adulterating the honour of your bed. Hold dispute, but execute your vengeance, With unresisted rage we shall look on, Allow the fact, and spurn her from our bloods, Else not detected, you have wronged her innocence Unworthily, and childishly, for which I challenge satisfaction. Howes that? Unthought of and unlooked for. You prevent the nicety, Use your own pleasure— What can the Russian mean? You have found a way To happiness, I honour the conversion, may style your friend your servant, Here you are safe, (sad cousin) if you please May oversay the circumstance of what You late discoursed, mine ears are gladly oper, For I my self am in such hearty league With solitary thoughts, that pensive language Charms my attention. Not so, Let them fear bondage who are sl ves to fear, The sweetest freedom is and honest heart. Exeunt. Not well.