PAULO

Boy. Sirrah go up to Signior Angelio, And pray him (if he can) devise some means, To leave my father, and come speak with me. Well heaven, be auspicious in the event; For I do this against my Genius, And yet my thoughts cannot propose a reason. Why I should fear, or faint thus in my Hope's, Of one so much endeared to my love. Some spark it is, kindled within the soul: Whose light yet breaks not to the outward sense, That propagates this timorous suspect; His actions never carried any face Of change, or weakness: then I injury him? In being thus cold conceited of his faith, Oh here he comes. Good faith his presence makes me half ashamed. Of my strayed thoughts. Boy. Bestow your self. Where is my father, Signior Angelio. Thats well. Then Angelio I will be brief. Since time forbids the use of circumstance, How well you are received in my affection, Let it appear by this one instance, only That now I will deliver to your trust, The dearest secrets, treasurd in my bosom, Dear Angelio. You are not every man, But one, whom my election hath designed, As the true proper object of my soul: I urge not this t'insinuate my desert, Or supple your tried temper, with soft phrases; True friendship loathes such oily compliment: But from abundance of that love, that flows Through all my spirits, is my speech enforced. Oh no more, Those words have rapt me with their sweet effects, So freely breathed, and so responsible, To that which I endeavoured to extract, Arguing a happy mixture of our souls. How! favours Angello, o speak not of them, They are mere paintings, and import no merit, Looks my love well? thereon my Hope's are placed: Faith, that is bought with favours, cannot last. How now? God, what cross events do meet my purposes? Now will he violently fret and grieve That I am absent. Boy, say I come presently: Sweet Angello, I cannot now insist Upon particulars, I must serve the time The main of all this is, I am in love. I thought I herd my father coming hither ward, list, would? No? I would work safely. Oh no, no creature yet partakes it but your self In a third person, and believe me friend, The world contains not now another spirit, To whom I would reveil it. Hark, hark, Alas, blame not them, Their services are (clock-like) to beset, Backward and forward, at their Lords command, You know my father's wayward, and his humour Must not receive a check, for then all objects, Feed both his grief and his impatience, And those affections in him, are Like powder, Apt to inflame with every little spark, And blow up reason, therefore Angelo, peace. He is coming this way, let's withdraw a little. I signior the stay for us at the gate. Why do you love him so well sister. Adieu good Signior Francesco: farewell sister. Why well enough? sweet Signior Maximilian. I have some small occasion to stay: If it may please you but take horse afore I'll over take you, ere your troops be ranged. Now if my love fair Rachel, were so happy, But to look forth. See fortune does me grace. Before I can demand? how now love. Where is your father? I my sweet Rachel. Rachel I hope I shall not needs to urge, The sacred purity of our effects, As if it hung in trial or suspense: Since in our hearts, and by our mutual vows, It is confirmed and sealed in sighed of heaven. Nay do not weep, why start you? fear not, Love. Your father cannot be returned so soon, I prithee do not look so heavily Thou shalt want nothing Content thee sweet I have Made choice here of a constant friend This gentleman? one, whose zealous love I do repose more, then on all the world, Thy beauteous self excepted: and to him, Have I committed my deer care of thee, As to my genius, or my other soul. Rsceiue him gentle love and what defects, My absence proves, his presence shall supply. The time is envious of our longer stay. Farewell deer Rachel. Faiah tell me Angelio how dost thou Like her? Nay then thy judgement is to meene, I see Didst thou near read in difference of good 'Tis more to shine in virtue then in blood. Here comes her father. How dost thou good Jaques? Stay noble sir I Angelo. This would he do base villain. Thou monster, even the soul of treachery! Oh what dishonord title of reproach, May my tongue spit in thy deserved face? Me thinks my very presence should invert, The steeled organs of those traitorous eyes, To take into thy heart, and pierce it through: Turnest thou them on the ground? wretch, dig a graven, With their sharp points, to hide abhorred head; Sweet love, thy wrongs have been too violent Since my departure from thee, I perceive: But now true comfort shall again appear, And Like and armed angel guard thee safe From all th'assaults of covered villainy. Come Mounsieur, let's go, & leave this wretch to his despair. What canst thou speak to me, and not thy tongue, Forced with the torment of thy guilty soul Break that infected circle of thy mouth, Like the rude clapper of a crazed bell. I, that in thy bosom lodged my soul, With all her train of secrets, thinking them To be as safe, and richly entertained, As in a Princes court, or tower of strength, And thou to prove a traitor to my trust, And basely to expose it, o this world! The very owl, who ̄ other birds do stare & wonder at, Shall hoot at thee, and snakes in every bush Shall deaf thine ears with their— Come signior Angelo, hereafter prove more true. Thats well,