ASTUTIO

And seems moved with what Bertoldo hath delivered. How these younglings Take fire from him! Unthankful as they are. I know it. They are not fit to be state agents, Sir, That without scruple of their conscience, cannot Be prodigal in such trifles. With the wings Of loyalty and duty. Exit Astutio. I thank you, Sir. I'the mean time, if I may have your licence, I have a Nephew, and one once my ward For whose liberties and ransoms, I would gladly Make composition. The same, Sir, My service waits you, Now Gentlemen do not deal Like Merchant's with me, But noble Captains, you know in great minds Posse, & nolle no le. As it cost you? You did not buy your Captainship? your desert I hope advanced you. You are merry with your selves But this is from the purpose. Since you are not To be brought lower, there is no evading I'll be your paymaster. My good Lord. I would it were In me to help you. This should have Been thought upon before. At what price think you Your two wise heads are rated? The wind fits fair, You shall aboard to night with the rising Sun You may touch upon the coast. But take your leaves Of the late General first. I wish you had Sir, but the king who yields No reason for his will, in his displeasure Hath seized on all you had; nor will Gonzagam, Whose prisoner now you are, accept of less Then fifty thousand crowns. I might my lord, But pardon me. My occasions Command me hence my lord. Your grace hereafter May hear from me such strong assurances Of his unlimited desires to serve you, As will, I hope, drown in forgetfulness The memory of what's passed. And have still, Sir, I hope. By whom, I pray you, Sir. I Like not this. The devil I think supplies him, Ransomed, and thus rich too! Such a Princess, And of so long experienced reservedness Break forth, and on the sudden, into flashes Of more then doubted looseness. May it please you To hasten my dispatch? This is rare! It's uncertain, For though a counsaylor of state, I am not Of the Cabinet counsel. But ther's one if he please That may resolve you. This you wonder at? With me it's usual. A Gentlemaan, yet no lord. He hath some drop Of the Kings blood running in his veins, derived Some ten degrees off. His revenue lies In a narrow compass, the Kings ear, and yields him Every hour a fruitful harvest. Men may talk Of three crops in a year in the fortunate Islands. Or profit made by wool. But while there are suitors His sheep sheering, ay having to the quick Is in every quarter of the Moon, and constant, In the time of trussing a point, he can undo Or make a man. His play or recreation Is to raise ihs up, oh pu l down that, and though He neve yet took order, makes more Bishops In Sicily, then the Pope himself. The presence fills. He in the Malta hab to Is the natural brother of the King, a by blow. Pray you use they well, Or you'll too late repent it. In plain terms then, Anthonio is your prisoner. Gasparo yours At what sum do you rate Their several ransoms. My valiant Nephew! walks by. And my more then warlike-ward! I am glad to see you After your glorious conquests. Are these chains Rewardee for your good service? If they are You should wear they on your ne ks (since they are massy) Like Aldermen of the war. The king your brother will thank you for to adva ̄ c meant Of his affairs His Father was the banker of Palermo, And this the heir of his great wealth, his wisdom Was not hereditary. I have no commission To expostulate the act. These letters speak The King my Master's love to you, and his vowed service to the Duchess, on who e person I am to give attendance. I must blast His entertainment; may it please your excellency, He is a man debauched, and for his riots Cast off by the King my Master, and that, I hope, is A crime sufficient Pray you a word. The King will rather thank you oh taine him, Then give one crown to free him. But not a word of what's agreed between us, till I have schooled my gallants. Well, have more wit hereafter For this time you are ransomed. Thanks Adorni. The King. 'Twas strange!