LORENZO

Come my souls spaniel, my life's jetty substance, Whats thy name? What lazarotto. I'll be the he one then, and rid Thee soon Of this dull, leaden, and tormenting self: Thou knowest the love betwixt Bellimperia and Andreas bosom? How might I cross, it, my sweet mischief: Honey damnation how? Here is a slave joust a the stamp, I with: Whose uck-soules, blacker then his name, Though it stand printed with a Ravens quill. But lazarotto cross, my Sisters love, and isle Rain showers of Ducats in thy palm. Discharge, discharge, good lazaratto, how we May cro e my Sisters loving Hope's. Thou knowest Addreas gone ambassador. You may you may? besides, within these few days Heel return. All falls out for the purpose, all hits jump, The date of his embassage nigh expired, Gives strength unto our plot. Moreover, I will buze Andreas Landing; which once but crept into the vulger mouths, Is hurried here, and there, and sworn for troth, Think 'tis your love makes me create this guise, And willing hope to see your virtue rise. God save you good knight Marshal. Oh Jeronimo, your wife condemns you of a vncur tesie And over passing wrong, and more she names Love letters which you send to spanish Dams. And for my instance this in your hand is one. If it were not so, you would not be afeard To read or show the waxed letter: Pray you let me behold it. What news my Lord hear you from Portugal. Farewell Jeronimo. Now by the honour of Castéels true house, You are as Like andrea, partly for partly, as he is Like himself: did I know you, By my cross I swear: I could not think you But Andreas self, so legd, so fa st, so Spéecht, so all in all: methinks, I should salute Your quick return and speedy hast from Portugal, Welcome fair Lord, worthy ambassador, Brave Done andrea, O I laugh to see How we shall jest at her mistaking Thee. Break of my Lord, see where she makes approach. Welcome my Lord, welcome brave Done Andrea, Spain's best of spirit: what news, From Portugal tribute or war, But see my Sister Bellimperia comes, I will defer it till some other time, For company hinders louds conference. Peace, no words, isle get thy pardon. Why mum then. Look to my Sister Bellimperia. Why speaks not this accursed damned villain. My Lord leave that to me; isle look to him. My Lord he is the most notorious rogue That ever breathed. Your highness may do well to bar his speech, 'Tis able to infect a virtuous ear. So, so, I have sent my slave to hell: Though he blab there, the diueles will not tell. My lance first threw him from his Warlike steed Horatio, you tender me partly of mine own you know. Andrea slain, thanks to the stars above, I'll choose my Sister out her second love. Well: as many ways as there are paths to hell And thats enough i'faith: from usurers door There goes one path, from friars that nurse Whores, there goes another path: from brokers Stals, from rich that die and built no hospitals, Two other paths: from farmers that crack barns, With stuffing corn, yet starve the needy swarms, Another path: from drinking schools one, from Dicing houses, but from the court, none, none. Indeed andrea is but poor, though honourable, His bounty amongst soldiers oaks him dry, And there over great gifts may bewitch her eye. But say she should deny his gifts, be all Compo worser of hate, as my mind gives me, that she wool what then? Do you affect my Sister. Then this must be your plot, You know andreas gone ambassador, On whom my Sister Bellimperia, Casts his affection: you are in stature Like him, Speech alike, and had you but his vestment On your back, the no one living but would Swear it he: therefore, sly policy must Be your guide, I have a suit joust Of andreas, colours, proportioned in all parts, Nay it his own: this suit within my clo et, Shall you wear, and so disgui worser woe, sue, and Then at last. Come let us in, the next time you shall show, All Done andrea, not alcario. 'Tis all about the court in every ear, And my invention, brought to me for news, Last night at supper, and which the more to cover, I took a boul and quaffed a health to him, When it would scarce go down for exstreame laughter, to think how soon report had scattered it. Not for Spain's wealth, though he be secret, yet suspects the worst, For confidence confounds the stratagem, the fewer in a plot of jealousy, Built a foundation surest, when multitudes Makes it confused ere it come to head, Be secret then, trust not the open air, For air is breath, and breath blown words raise care: this is the gallery where she most frequents, Within this walk have I beheld her dally, With my shapes substance, Oh immortal powers. Lend your assistance, clap a silver tongue within This palate, that when I approach, Within the presence of this demy Goddess, I may poss and adimanticke power, And so bewitch her with my honeyed speech, Have every sillable a music stop, that when I pause the melody may move, And hem persuasion tween her snowy paps that her heart hearing may relent and yield. Alexandro. He's my prisoner, I seized his weapons first. Andrea's gone ambassador; Lorenza is not drempt on in this age, Hard fate, when villains fit not in the highest state Ambitions plumes that flourished in our court, Severe authority has dashed with justice; And policy, and pride, walk Like two exiles Giving attendance, that were once attended; and we rejected that were once high honoured, I hate andrea, cause he aims at honour, when my purest thoughts, work in a pitchy vale, which are as different as heaven and hell, One peers for day, the other gaps for night. That yawning Beldame with her Iestie skin, 'Tis she I hug as mine effeminate bride, For such complexions best appease my pride: I have a lad in pikell of this stamp, A melancholy discontented courtier Whose famished jaws look Like the chap of death Upon whose eye brows hang damnation, Whose hands are washed in rape, and murders bold, Him with a golden bait will I allure, For Courtiers will do any thing for gold, To be Andrea's death at his return: He loves my Sister; that shall cost his life, So she a husband, he shall loose a wife, Oh sweet, sweet policy, I hug Thee, good: Andreas himens draught, shall in blood. Obtain my love. Proud Alexandro thou art mine? And you. All and we. It is your love that shapes this apprehension. So, so, Andrea must be sent imbassador, Lorenzo is not thought upon: good. I'll wake the Court, or startle out some blood. Darest thou spirit. To weep I fear but not to tender love. Come then, how ere it hap Andrea shall be crossed. Who names Alcario slain, it is Alcario, Oh cursed deed, couldst thou not see, But make the wrong man bleed. Peace Lazarotto, isle get it of the king.