CHAMONT

Gar soon. True my deer Gasper: but this hang by here, Will (at one time or other) on my soul Discover us: A secret in his mouth Is Like a wild bird put into a cage, Whose door no sooner opens, but 'tis out. But sirrah, if I may but know Thou vtterst it That he is Gasper, and I true Chamont. Peace, here comes Maximilian. Are those his daughters, trow? Before God the taller is a gallant Lady. My duty must attend his Lordship's will. Sweet Jasper I am sorry we must partly, But strong necessity enforceth it. Let not the time seem long unto my friend, Till my return for by our love I swear (The sacred sphere wherein our souls are knit) I will endeavour to effect this business With all industrious care and happy speed. Well I will use no more. Gasper adieu. Commend me to the Lady, my good Gasper. Once more adieu sweet Gasper. Thy virtues are more precious then thy name, Kind gentleman I would not fell thy love, For all the earthly objects that mine eyes, Have ever tasted, sure thou art nobly born, How ever fortune hath obscured thy birth: For native honour sparkles in thine eyes, How may I bless the time wherein Chamont My honoured father did surprise vicenza, Where this my friend (known by no name) was found, Being then a child and scarce of power to speak, To whom my father gave this name of Gasper, And as his own respected him to death, Since when we two have shared our mutual Fortune's, With equal spirits, and but death's rude hand, No violence shall dissolve this sacred band. Nay good my Lord, give end unto your passion. Come, be sarisfied, sweet Lord you know our haste, Let us to horse, the time for my engaged return is passed; Be friends again, take him along with you. My Gasper. Is this the true Italian courtesy. Ferneze were you tortured thus in France? by my souls safety. Honoured Count, wrong not your age with flexure of a knee, I do impute it to those cares and griefs, That did torment you in your absent son. How in Vicenza? lost you a son there? About what time my Lord? How long's that since my Lord? can you remember. And how old was he then? Had he no special note in his attire, Or otherwise, that you can call to mind. How did you call your son my Lord? Then no more my Gasper? but Camillo, Take notice of your father, gentlemen: Stand not amazed? here is a tablet, With that inscription? found about his neck That night, and in Vicenza by my father, (Who being ignorant, what name he had) Christened him Gasper, nor did I reveal, This secret till this hour to any man.