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Your grace does much amaze me. I deeply vow my Lord. My gracious Lord if I unknowingly have er'de, Nay but my Lord— Prove you but justly, loving and conceive me, Justice shall leave the gods before I leave thee: Imagination prove as true, as thou art sweet And though the Duke seem wise, heel find this strain When two hearts yield consent, all thwartings vain. Oh quick deviseful strong brained Dulcimel Thou art too full of wit to be a wife, Why dost thou love? or what strong heat gave life To such faint Hope's? Oh woman thou art made Most only of, and for deceit, thy form Is nothing but delusion of our eyes, Our ears, our hearts, and sometime of our hands, Hypocrisy and vanity brought forth, Without male heat, thy most most monstrous being Shall I abuse my royal father's trust, And make my self a scorn, the very food Of rumor infamous? shall I that ever loathede, A thought of woman, now begin to love, My worthy father's right, break faith to him that God me To get a faithless woman? To take from my good father the pleasure of his eyes, And of his hands, imaginary solace of his fading life. And my self good, his life's most only end. Yes Fawn in time, we must not prescribe to nature, every thing: ther's some end in every thing. Shall I, I say?— Uncompassionate vild man, shall I not pity, if I cannot love? Or rather shall I not for pity love, So wondrous wit in so most wondrous beauty, That with such rarest art and cunning means Entreats? what (I thing valules) am not, Worthy but to grant, my admiration, Are father's to be thought on in our loves? Oh Fawn what man of so cold earth But must love such a wit in such a body, Thou last and only rareness of heavens works, From best of man made model of the Gods: Divinest woman, thou perfection Of all proportions Beauty, made when, Jove was blithe, Well filde with Nectar, and full friends with man, Thou deer as air, necessary as sleep, To careful man: woman, Oh who can sin so deeply, As to be cursed from knowing of the pleasures, Thy soft society, modest amorousness, Yields to our tedious life. Fawn, the Duke shall not know this Tush Fawn, to violence of women's love and wit Nothing but not obtaining is impossible, Notumque furens quid foeminam possit. To him that only can give dues, she rests most endue. Exit What means the Duke? Good your grace some reason? What should I think, what hope, what but imagine of these Enigmas ? This I know, With too much torture, since means are all unknown, To come unto these ends, where this her chamber? Then what means shall without suspicion Convey me to her chamber? Oh these doubts, End in despair— Enter Gonzago hastily. Why now I have it Fawn, the way, the means, & meam ning, good Duke, and t'were not for pity, I could laugh at thee, Dulcimel I am thine most miraculously, I will now be gin to sighs, read Poets, look pale, go neatly, and be most apparently in love, as for— Alas he and all know, this and old saw hath been, Faiths-breach for love, and kingdoms is no sin. Exit. I am sure good Father we are both bound together as fast as the Priest can make us already, I thank you for it kind father, I thank you only for't. Astonishment and wonder, what means this? Is the Duke sober? Faun thou dost love me: if I would done so 'Tis passed my knowledge, and I preethe Faun If thou observest, I do I know not what Make me to know it, for by the deer light I would not found a thought that way; I apt for love? Let lazy idleness filled full of wine, Heated with meats, high fed with lustful ease Go dote on colour, as for me: why death a sense I court the Lady? I was not born in Cyprus, I love, when? how? whom? think, let us yet keep Our reason found; I'll think, & think, & sleep. Exit. From our long desiring Father. No Lady, but the perfect counterfeit. The Painters Art could yield. Why fairest Princes, if your eye dislike that deader piece, behold me his true form and livelier image, such my Father hath been. 'Tis withered Lady, the flowers scent is gone. Aurora yet keeps chased old Titheus bed. More, more, by many a one. More. The courtesy of Art hath given more life to that partly, than the sad cares of state would grant my father. Then does it somewhat flatter, for our father hath seen more years, and is a little shrunk from the full strength of time. What means my Lord?
Plot summary
Plot — Parasitaster, or The Fawn
After failing to persuade his son Tiberio to marry, Hercules, the widowed Duke of Ferrara, plans to marry Princess Dulcimel of Urbino, and sends Tiberio to negotiate the treaty. Hercules goes to Urbino himself, assumes the alias Faunus, meets Nymphadoro and Herod, and hears some unflattering remarks about himself in his other persona, Hercules. He gets them to introduce him at court, and becomes a favourite with the Duke of Urbino. Dulcimel would rather marry Tiberio than Hercules, and contrives to woo him using her father, Duke Gonzago, as an intermediary. She brings him a scarf which she has embroidered with a message, and tells him that it was sent by Tiberio; the outraged Gonzago gives it to the young man, thinking he is returning an unwanted would-be lover's gift. She then reports to ===== PAGE 176 ===== Gonzago that Tiberio intends to climb up the tree by her bedroom window and surreptitiously marry her. Gonzago repeats the plan back to Tiberio, revokes his diplomatic status, and orders him to leave Urbino. Instead, Tiberio. puts the plan into effect and marries Dulcimel in her bedroom. Faunus: observes the foolish behaviour of the courtiers at Urbino. Herod cuckolds his brother, the impotent Sir Amoroso, and gets his sister-in-law with child — in effect, dispossessing himself of the estate by producing an heir apparent. Donna Zoya, who bas not slept with her husband Zuccone for four years, feigns pregnancy, and the gossip spreads rapidly through the court, each person telling the next on condition that they keep it strictly to themselves. Zuccone repudiates her, then regrets it on learning she is not really an adulteress, but she will only take him back on new terms which give her the upper hand in the marriage. Faunus lays on a court entertainment: a parliament of Cupid to consider the many grievances lovers have sent to heaven. Cupid’s statutes are read, and several of the foolish courtiers are tried. Nymphadoro is convicted as a multiple philanderer and sent to the ship of fools, Herod for falsely boasting of love, and Granuffo for affecting silence to seem wiser than he is. Sir Amoroso (charged with wooing on false pretences) and Zuccone are spared. The last fool to be exposed is Gonzago, for procuring the seduction of his own daughter. Resuming his own identity, Hercules thanks Gonzago for securing Tiberio’s marriage.