AMADA

Eunuchum ? What solemnity is that the City celebrates? Why, is Julia dead? I cry thee mercy: the remembrance of her Makes me still think she lives. And thats the cause they parleyed on the walls. Remove a while. Julia given out for dead, And live in durance at my father's will? 'Tis strange: the Dukes invited to her fu nerall. More mists of policy? Oh simplicity! The clue of reason cannot guide the fate, Of this Dedalion maze: were't not profane In me to question nature for my birth, And quarrel with my stars for being daughter To him whom I suspect to be a villain: Some inspiration of religious thoughts, Make nature less in me, and bear my duty Even with his awe whose uncontrolled command, Frees our obedience from our impious parents. My father Borgias left in charge with me, That I should keep fair Julia : I am her Jailer, To whom, both he and I do owe allegiance. Distracted du y, how should I bestow thee? On the right owner, Justice I adore thee. My love and duty. My mother's Eunuch Lives as you continued ̄ manded, unseen & private. Defend it heavens For marriage? Here's a distracted labori that of wit, Julia alive, and yet her funeral kept: My mother dead and never Sick: 'tis true: To many, death is sudden and unlooked for: So't was to her: and in the amid of death, I must be married: death take me to, Let me not live to see those tapers burn, That lead me to his bed: where's sanctity? Religion is the fools bridle, worn by policy: As horse wear trappers to seem fair in sh w, And make the world's eye dote on what we seem. Be silent yet for duty stops thy mouth, I'll in to Julia, it's she and I, That must be Chorus in this Tragedy. Exit Amada. Your pleasure. I am Rather to die then live to see that hour aside. I will. Exit Amada. Fit attributes for heaven: my Lord, my feature Is but earthmould, the weak frame of nature. You flatter, pray 'forbeare. I tender up the duty of a child And yield a father's high prerogative Over what I am: yet for that affection That you would have me captive in his breast, Know it is prisoner at so deer a rate, As all my strength can no way ransom it. Madam I am yours. Let not the name of daughter unto him That hath confined your hope, be prejudice To those affections I bear your state: I'll prove against reason and received truth, Like breeds not Like, in breeding every thing: Clear streams may flow even from a troubled spring. Yes Madam. Madam you shall: gi e your ears a while, And you shall hear such music as would make The greedy wolf forsake the tender lamb, And listen to it: such as the son of Neptune Played to the Dolphins: when they in a ring Danced their crooked measures but to hear him sing. A song, Madam how fare you now My mother's troubled spirit: Oh defend me heavens. Oh for heavens sake stay. Such terror lives not in a living eye, Death is not sha per then those pointed beams That pierce unto my heart. I knew that outward Character of her That sometime I called mother. Oh give my sense some freedom From fear and terror, that I may distinguish Betwixt the credulous rumour of your death, And what I see. Oh be not a Medea. Deform my beauty fill my face with scars, Make me more loath some then a dead men scull: Wash me with spiders blood, that I may swell, And be more ugly then a Gorgons head, That he may fear to see me: only let me live, And spare me that that only you did give. Cruel unnatural: heaven my Hope's in thee If virgin pureness please, accept of me. more itur No Matter: when we hope for change of vessels Lady And in that hope beguile your passion: Give your sighed freedom over the city walls And see what worthy obiectsmeete your eyes: See where two Dukes, each Like a God of war, Lie both entrench't against the gates of Florence To gain your love: on the west side, ther's Ferrara hangs his scarlet ensigns forth And wooes in blood: then from the East behold In a white ensign filled with stars of gold, Burns the Venetians love: the morning Sun Courts not the world more amorously: he as mild As Mi has boy does prove that loves a child, Not techy if not wronged. The other Like Mars Hemms in his Venus in his arms of steel. And vows a conquest: See where they appear: Madame your love, which hand for a Dukedom? Were I and Orator I could praise Ferrara, He Like the marble statue of some God, Carries command in his proportion, In him love seems a warrior for the fire, Of best affection burns in hight desire. I would feign have seen, how Like Esops warrior they could have fought, For that a third carries away. Some new devise of policy hath caused worser This vnexepected change: not long since I was resolved in council to maintain The siege against the hottest opposition. My liberty May soon give notice to you: then lets away: A Sun may rise to mak't a happy day. Exeunt. Some better Genium assist my fear. Madame you breath: no covetous hand Takes the air from you: no contrariety Bandy's against your rest: as I am modest, My father's seeming harsh ungentleness Is but a misty policy, to be guile some time. Then be your self and Iomiall : Hark Madam from the walls— Found again. A sudden parley speaks unto the Dukes