CONTARINO

Sir, I find it In every circumstance. It's received so: On my partly Signior; nor can the Duke But promise to himself as much as may Be hoped for from a Nephew. And t'were weakness In any man to doubt, that Giovanni Trained up by your experience and care In all those Arts peculiar, and proper To future Greatness, of necessity Must in his actions being grown a man Make good the Princely education Which He derived from you. You describe A wonder to me. And what place Does he now bless with his presence? You have given him A noble character. There's little alteration. Some rise, and others fallen; as it stands with The pleasure of the Duke, their great disposer. Every day new honours Are showered upon him, and without the envy Of such as are good men. Since all confess The service done our Master in his wars against Pisa, and Sienna, may with justice Claim what's conferred upon him. He indeed At no partly does take from it, but becomes A partner of his cares, and eases him, With willing shoulders, of a burden, which He should alone sustain. No Signior, still a Bachelor, how ever It is apparent, that the choicest Virgin For beauty, bravery, and wealth in Florence, Would with her Parents glad consent, be won (Were his affection, and intent but known) To be at his devotion. It is a favour Sir I grieve to be denied. Fame already Hath filled his Highness ears with the true story Of what you are, and how much bettered by him. And it's his purpose to reward the travail Of this grave Sir with a magnificent hand. For though his tenderness hardly could consent To have you one hour absent from his sighed, For full three years he did deny himself The pleasure He took in you, that you, here From this great Master might arrive unto The Theory of those high mysteries Which you by Actium must make plain in Court. It's therefore his request (and that from him Your Excellence must grant a strict command) That instantly (it being not five hours riding) You should take horse, and visit him. These his letters Will yield you farther reasons. As if His much unwillingness to leave your house, Contended with his duty. I will answer that, Use your own will. What a sympathic There is between em. Worried Calandrino? Have a better Opinion of Court-Ladies, and take care Of your own stake. What's that? As I live A beauty without parallel So passionate! You forget The hast impoi'd upon us. Your Excellence Will be benighted. My gracious Lord. Free And bountiful. He's ever Like himself Noble and hospitable. He obeyed your summons As did become him. Yet it was apparent But that he durst not cross your will, he would Have sojourned longer there, he ever finding Variety of sweetest entertainment; But there was something else, nor can I blame His youth, though with some trouble he took leave Of such a sweet companion. The daughter sir of Signior Carolo, Fair Lidia, a virgin at all parts, But in her birth and Fortune's, equal to him. The rarest beauty's Italy can make boast of, Are but mere shadows to her, she the substance Of all perfection. And what increases The wonder Sir, Her bodies matchless form Is bettered by the pureness of her soul. Such sweet discourse, such ravishing behaviour; Such charming language, such enchanting manners, With a simplicity that shames all Courtship, Flow hourly from her, that I do believe Had Circe, or Calipso her sweet graces, Wandering Ulysses never had remembered Penelope, or Ithaca. Your Excellence would be so had you seen her How it should Be otherwise between they, is beyond My best imagination. Cupid's arrows Were useless there, for of necessity Their years and dispositions do accord so They must wound one another. I do obey in all things. They are of my knowledge Of the best raze in Naples. Sir. Troth my Lord I thought then. I confess Sir I did believe so then, but now I hear My Lords opinion to the contrary, I am of another faith: for it's not fit That I should contradict him. I am dim Sir, But he's sharp sighted. I'll second you. Nor can it stand With your mercy, that are gracious to Strangers, To be cruel to your own. It's fit they should, Their privilege were less else, then their Subject's. Sir, the Duke shall thank you. Which was laid on us To attend you to it. Some Courtier belike would have it known He wore a Diamond.