LAURETTA

Away, you are a fool, and trouble us. Now sir, your skill. Now sir, you see I do not smile. O Mother, do you hear the news, the Prince, The Prince is coming. Where is he, o where? Is he not come then? Welcome my Lord: And wherefore do you sighs? Nor could I choose, should you but sighs again. Married my Lord! Nay, nothing. Why should you grieve For that? For I, my Lord, must have a Husband too. When's yours my Lord? The self same day, And selfsame hour that you enjoy your love, My Princely Husband I must then enjoy. Not my self more deer. You shall see him That day, as richly habited as the great Heir of Florence: But royal Sir, what's she That you must bed then? That she that hates me most should live to enjoy Him I affect best: Oh my ominous fate, I thought to have hid me from thee in these deserts, But thou dost dog me every where. Admit him in. We would be private sirrah, And therefore leave us. Yes, I have. All this is granted. I wish that nappiness were mine alone, O my faint heart: Passion oversways me quite, But hide thy grief Lauretta: Sir, you 'le make Me fallen in love with him: Were I his equal, I then should judge him worthy of no less. Good Sir be brief: To what pray tends these speeches? Good Sir be plain. Do you not blush, when you deliver this Pray tell the Duke, all Women are not Julia, And though we be dejected, thus much tell him, We hold our honour at too high a price, For Gold to buy. Sir be answered, If Julia be disloyal: Let her be found So by the Prince she weds: Let her be branded With the vile name of strumpet: She disgraced Me, that never thought her harms; publicly struck me, Nay in the Court: And after that, procured My banishment: These Injuries I reaped By her alone, then let it light on her. My blood rebels against my reason, and I no way can withstand it: It's not the Gold Moves me, but that deer love I bear the Prince, Makes me neglect the credit and the honour Of my deer Father's house: Sir, what the Duke desires I am resolved to do his utmost will. Good Mother speak not, for my word is passed. And cannot be recalled, Sir will you away? I am resolute. The Prince is fast, all done. And for my partly, it was not much amiss, Because my Lord the Prince had such content Which caused him give his Charter to my hand, The full assurance of fair Iulia's dowry: Day begins to break, and I must to the Lodge. O what a grief it was to leave the Prince! But leave those thoughts: These Gifts to me assigned, Are nothing worth the Jem I left behind. They are welcome to me my Lord. So we have herd it rumoured True My Lord, I did. And lay with him last night. That you may soon conjecture by this gift. Some few my Lord, amongst the rest, this diamond He put upon my finger. Sir, ten thousand crowns by the year. See here, My Lord, Sir, Is not that sufficient for a dowry? Pardon great Prince; for all that love you spoke To Julia, you whispered in my ear: She is unchaste; which, lest you should have found, Her father sent me here, five hundred crowns By Stroza; but neither his gold, nor all His sly temptations, could one whit move me; Only the love I ever bore your honour, Made me not prize my own. No lust full appetite Made me attempt such and ambitious practice, As to aspire unto your bed my Lord. Great Sir, I shall. Royal Princess, I still shall be your handmaid. Why did you strike me Madame? Who dare with Princess? subjects must forbear Each step I tread I'll water with a tear. Madam, I yield Way to your spleen, not knowing whence it grows, Bearing your words more heavy then your blows. What hath been done was for my Father's Honour. Madam on me? there is no change of Fortune Can puff me or deject me; I am all one In rich abundance and penurious want: So little do my Misery's vex me, Or the fair Princess wrong, that I will end My passion in a Song. If by the front we may believe the heart, Or by the outside judge the inward virtue: You fair Sir, have even in your self alone All that this world can promise; for I never Beheld one so complete; and were I sure Although you would not pity, yet at least You would not mock our misery: I would relate A Tale should make you weep. My wretched Mother Sir. Milleine. My Father was a Noble Gentleman, Ranked with the best in Birth, and which did add To all his other virtues, a bold Soldier; But when he died— To tell you that, Were to exclaim upon my Prince, my Country And their Ingratitude: For he being dead, With him our Fortune's and our Hope's both failed; My Mother loath to live ignobly base, Where once she flourished, having spent her means Not loosely nor in riot, but in the honour Of her dead Husband: left th'ingratefull Land, Rather to spend her years in poverty, Amongst those that never knew her height of Fortune, Then with her thankless Friends and Countrymen, Fled here to perish. Here, every where. We have No other roof then what kind Heaven lends. To excuse Our former negligence, behold I cast Me at your foot. Lauretta. Will it please Your Highness drink out of a wooden Mazer? Why should I love this Prince? his bounteous gifts Exalt me not, but make me much more poor, I'm more dejected then I was before. To see if the Tailor that made your Gown, hath put never and M un er your Girdle, there belongs more to bea ten S tin then sirrah. What think you Mother of the Prince his bounty, His venue, and perfection? H igh e. Pray tell me one thing Mother: when you were Of my years, and first loved, how did you feel Your self? Stand farther off sir. Then take your Satin farther. Had you not sometime musings, sometime ecstasies, When some delicate above other Was present? And speak you by experience Mother? then I do begin to fear lest that his shape Should tempt me, or his bounty work above My strength and patience; pray Mother leave us never, Lest that without your Company, my love Contending with my weakness, should in time Get of the upper hand. Go see them stabled, my soul leapt within me To hear the Prince but nam. Your handmaid mighty Prince. Yes my Lord: I should belie my own thoughts to deny, And say I had none. A mighty Dukedoms Heir. In his Country. In that your Grace must pardon me. As Like your Grace as one Prince to another. In that excuse me Sir. Why my Lord? I was even wishing you a mighty harm; But pardon me 'twas out even unawares. I was wishing with my self that you were poor: O pardon me my Lord, a poor, a poor man. Sir, because that little I have, Might do you good: I would you had No, money, nay, no means: but I speak idly, Pray pardon me my Lord. Your pleasure is your own, To partly from him I am rend quite asunder. Wherein Oh Heaven Have I deserved your wrath, that you should thus Pursue me? I have searched, indeed beyond My understanding, but yet cannot find? Wherein I have offended by my chastity. Your words Like music, please me with delight, Beyond imagination: Offered to us? Being exiled our Country, and our friends, Therefore good sir, delay not with long compliment, But tell these Hope's more plain. O let me lie As prostrate at your foot in Vassalage, As I was at your pleasure. My soul did leap within, to hear the Prince But named: It started every joint.