MAXIMILIAN

Are your horse ready Lord Paulo, Well 'tis good. Ladies I will take my leave of you, Be your Fortune's as your selves? fair. Come let us to horse, Count Ferneze I bear a spirit full of thanks for all your hono rabble courtesies. My honourable Lord? no more. There is the honour of my blood engaged, For your sons safety. Why but stay, I beseech you, had your Lordship ever any more sons then this. Let my Sword fail me then. Your motion hath taste well: Lord Ferneze I go Lord Chamount and your valiant friend there, I can not say welcome to Milan: your thoughts and that word are not musical, but I can say you are come to Milan. Gentlemen (I would call and Emperor so) you are now my prisoners, I am sorry, marry this, spit in the face of your Fortune's, for your usage shall be honourable. It shall do so still I assure you, and I will give you rea son, there is in this last Actium (you know) a noble gentleman of our party, & a right valiant; semblably prisoner to your gene ral, as your honoured self's to me, for whose safety, this tongue hath given warrant to his honourable father, the Count Ferneze. You conceive me. Well? then I must tell you your ransoms be to re deem him, what think you? your answer. True my honourable Lord, that Chamont was the fa there of this man. Signior perceive you the error? it no good of fice in us to stretch the remembrance of so deer a lose. Count Ferneze, let summer fit in your eye, look cheerfully sweet Count, will you do me the honour to confine this noble spi rit within the circle of your arms? Noble Lord, 'tis thus. I have here (in mine honour) set this gentleman free, without ransom, he is now himself, his valour hath deserved it, in the eye of my judgement. Mon sieur Gasper you are deer to me: fortuna non mutuat genus. But to the main, if it may square with your Lordship's li king, and his love, I could desire that he were now instant lie employed to your noble General in the exchange of Fer neze for your self, it is the business that requires the tender hand of a friend. True my Lord. Mounsieur Gasper, how stand you affected to this motion? What says the Lord Chamont? Why there is good harmony, good music in These Mounsieur Gasper, you shall protract no time, only I will give you a bowl of rich wine to the health of your General, another to the success of your journey, and a third to the love of my sword. Pass. Nay but sweet Count. Count Ferneze you tread to hard upon my patience, Do not persist I advise your Lordship. Before the Lord: My honourable Lord. Silent? Count Ferneze, I tell thee if Amurath the great Turk were here I would speak, and he should here me. By my father's hand, but thou shalt Count, I say till this instant, I was never touched in my reputation: here me you shall know that you have wronged me, and I will make you ac knowledge it, if I cannot my sword shall. Count, thou liest in thy bosom, Count I, I dare pawn my soul he will return. Do I see your face, Lady? That is a question, but I will assure you no, I can see, and yet love is in mine eye: well, the Count your father simply hath dishonoured me: and this steel shall engrave it on his burgonet. Lady, I do prefer my reputation to my life, But you shall rule me, come lets march. My Lord, there is no law to confirm this Actium. 'Tis dishonourable. What rule is here? Oh confusion of languages, & yet no tower of Babel! Stand by, I will urge them, sweet Count, will you be comforted. Steward, go cheer my Lord: Sirrah, speak you touching your daughters flight? Is not this pure My Lord Chamount? My Lord? I delivered as much before, but your ho nou_r_ would not be persuaded, I will hereafter give more ob seruance to my visions? I drempt of this. More wonders yet. Count Ferneze. Preserve your patience honourable Count. My Lord, command your Steward to correct the slave. What call your hind's count Ferneze? I thought him some such saucy companion. Sweet Lord. Most noble Count under your favour— Sweet Lord satisfy your self, I am not now to learn how to manage my affections, I have observed, and know the difference between a base wretch and a true man, I can distinguish them, the property of the wretch is, he would hurt and cannot, of the man, he can hurt, and will not. Does any man here understand this fellow? Before the Lord, he speaks all riddle, I think. I must have a comment ere I can conceive him. Oh with all my soul my Lord, is that his motion? How Juniper? He is a sweet youth, his tongue has a happy turn when he sleeps. Mounsieur Gasper (I take it so is your name) miss prize me not, I will trample on the heart, on the soul of him that shall say, I will wrong you: what I purpose, you cannot now know; but you shall know, and doubt not to your content meant. Lord Chamount, I will leave you, whilst I go in and present my self to the honourable Count, till my regression so please you, your noble feet may measure this private, plea sant and most princely walk, Soldiers regard them and re specked them. Grieve not sweet Count: comfort your spirts, you have a son a noble gentleman, he stands in the face of ho nou_r_: For his safety let that be no question. I am master of my fortune, and he shall share with me. Farewell my honourable Lord. Ladies once more adieu, for your self madam you are a most rare creature, I tell you so, be not proud of it, I love you: come Lord Paulo to horse. Lady let your father thank your beauty.