FRANCISCO

CAn no advice of friends? nor mine own reason Hold me from strong pursuit of what I find Can never be obtained? am I so stupid After so many scorns not to desist? And arrow shot sooner may be recalled Then her affection; th'Apenine, the Alps Will eas'lier be removed then her Father: Feed not thy self, found fool, with desperate Hope's: But shall I, armed with powerful love, consult With timorous discretion? the weak Child Of feeble age? the towering Eagle may More easily be confined within high walls Then that winged boy, that hovered over Chaos Be tied to humane possibilities: What transformations did the Antique Poets Affirm to have been wrought on men and Gods By his sole deity? which Jove himself His frequent sport had found; what guards, what spies, He hath deceived and fore't; the fiery Bull, The wakeful dragon, and g az'd Argus witness. Though she that's truly named Angelica Should now abhor thy person; love can lend thee The shape of him she loves; were she averse From all mankind, if she Like any thing She may at length be brought to dote on thee: But may I not be taxed of too much sloth? Neglecting active industry, t'expect To be assisted by such miracles? I yet have only trod the beaten path Of vowed service, friends good will, and Jointure; The elder Brother's formal evidence: I am so far from practising the art Of spells and philters, I have quite omitted Corruption of her confidents and servants: I am too cheap a lover and too tame, And hither to have taught her to deny By easy asking; I must let her know What I dare do: my Father is incensed At my repulse, his old suppressed hate Renews it self; he'll rather condescend To match me with a fury, then with her: It will be wisdom to decline th'alliance Of him thy Father counts his enemy: It would be wretchedness to make thy love Depend upon th'affections of another: He never loved that can for any cause Suspend his love: set then before thine eyes Valiant Achilles, who acquired more honour By constancy, even to his enemies Daughter, In spite of opposition of his friends, Then ere he did by Hector's overthrow, Redeem the time Francisco, thought be short, And let this one day satisfy the lose Of weeks and months; her father keeps a slave A cunning African, whose very soul For money and hope of liberty i'll buy: Him will I strait employ; love never refuses The basest instruments, if they be useful, A drudge may find more corners in the house Than ere the master knew; and may discover A secret inlet to betray a City; There will I now begin, he shall advice Where I shall plant my golden batteries. Wouldst thou embrace redemption? Thou wouldst persuade me to shake off Loves fetters. Thou shouldst not stand in needs of that t'inrich thee, Could this b'effected. What? to enjoy divine Angelica? No treasure else can make me rich or happy. I shall destroy my self if then she escape, But how? prithee convey thy joyful news Into me by a reverend secrecy, That I may be all ear, while thou art whispering. I'm ravished with it, it's the sprightful child Of thine own brain, and will not brook delay. Wind it up, That I may observe each minute of the time That is the Crysis of my life or death: First take a taste of my ensuing bounty, It may relieve thee, should we be discovered: If by this plot my present Hope's succeed, All future Lovers shall thy story read. Oh t'is he. How is't Moloss? thy face hath business in't I would thou Wertenberg at lea ure.