CAMILLO

'Tis not a Soldiers glory to tell how many lives he has ended, but how many he has saved: in both which honours the noble Hipolito had most excellent possession. Believe it my fair Mistress, though many men in a battle have done more, your brother in this equaled him who did most: he went from you a worthy Gentleman, he brings with him that title that makes a Gentleman most worthy; the name of a Soldier, which how well and how soon he hath earned, would in me seem glorious to rehearse, in you to hear: but because his own ear dwells so near my voice, I will play the ill neighbour, and cease to speak well of him. No more then I dare or love to do wrong; yet to make a Chronicle of my friends nobly-acted deeds, would stand as far from flattery in me, as cowardice did from him. And here it stands bright Mistress, sweetly attending what doom your lips willay upon it. And of Beauty what tongue would not speak the best? since it is the Jewel that hangs upon the brow of heaven, the best cullor that can be laid upon the cheek of earth: beauty makes men Gods immortal, by making mortal men to live e ver in love. (for love. What Venetian Gentleman was there; that having this in his Burgonet, did not (to prove his head worthy of the honour) do more than defy death to the very face? trust us Ladies, our Signiory stands bound in greater sums of thanks to your beauty's for victory, than to our valour: my deer Violetta one kiss to this picture of your whitest hand, when I was even faint, (with giving and receiving the dole of war) Set a new edge on my sword: in so much that, I singled out a gallant Spirit of France, And charged him with my Lance in full career, And after rich exchange of noble courage, (The space of a good hour on either side) At last crying, now for Violetta's honour, I vanquished him, and him (dismounted) took Not to my self, but prisoner to my love. I will, go boy fetch noble Fontinell. O no he cannot brook it. Prithee have done here comes the prisoner. It is fair Lady, and I yield him up, To be your beauty's worthy prisoner: Lord Fontinell, think your captivity Happy in this, she that hath conquered me, Receives my conquest, as my loves fair fee. Music advance thee on thy golden wing, And dance division from sweet string to string. Not the measure out fair Mistress? What breeds that desire? Strange farewell: after, deer Hippolito, Oh what a maze is love of joy and woe! Now by Saint Mark he's a most treacherous villain, Dare the base Frenchman's eye gaze on my love? Villain from thee. Wilt thou not Stab the peasant, That thus dishonours both thy self and me? Is this a time to jest boy call my servants. You rogue what Dresser? cease on Fontenell, And lodge him in a Dungeon presently. That shall I try, as in the field before I made thee stoop, so here I'll make thee bow. Away with him, my life shall answer it. By heaven I can. Boy: what boy is that? Did not you fetch him out of the Tennis Court? No, let him run. Content, you know where to meet: Nay good Hipolito. What comfort speaks her love to my sick heart? This hath some taste of hope, is that the Mercury Who brings you notice of his Mistress love? God morrow French Lord. Upon mine honour Fontinell 'tis true, The Lady dotes on thy perfections, Therefore resign my Violetta's heart, To me the Lord of it: and I will send thee— I, is this your settled resolution? Then bear him to his prison back again, This tune must altar ere thy lodging mend, To death found Frenchman, thy slight love does tend. Alas how can I? he that truly loves Burns out the day in idle fantasies, And when the Lamb bleating, does bid Goodnight Unto the closing day; then tears begin To keep quick time, unto the Owl, whose voice Shreikes, Like the Bellman in the Lovers ears: Loves eye the jewel of sleep, o seldom wears! The early Lark is wakened from her bed, Being only by Loves plaints disquieted, And singing in the morning's ear, she weeps (Being deep in love) at lovers broken sleeps: But say a golden slumber chance to tie, With silken strings the cover of loves eye: Then dreams (Magitian-like) mocking present Pleasures, whose fading, leaves more discontent. Have you these golden charms? Bestow them sweetly; think a Lovers heart Dwells in each instrument and let it melt In weeping strains: yonder direct your faces, That the soft summons of a frightles parley, May creep into the Casement: So, begin; Music speak moouinglye, assume my partly, For thou must now plead to a stony heart. Pity, pity, pity, Pity, pity, pity, That word begins that ends a truelove Ditty, Your blessed eyes (Like a pair of Suns,) Shine in the sphere of smiling, Your pretty lips (Like a pair of Doves) Are kisses still compiling. Mercy hangs upon your brow, Like a precious Jewel, Oh let not then, (Most lovely maid, best to be loved of men:) Marble, lie upon your heart, that will make you cruel: Pity, pity, pity, Pity, pity, pity: That word begins that ends a truelove ditty. Thy Camillo. Ever with honour. The God of rest, Play music to thine eyes, while on my breast The furies fit and beat, and keep care waking. Oh scorn to my chaste love, burst heart. Come (gentle friends) tie your most solemn tunes, By silver strings unto a leaden pace; False fair, enjoy thy base-beloved: adieu, He's far less noble, and shall prove less true. To the Strumpet Imperja's. There to find Fontinell; found, to kill him. And by his body, the strumpets. As you go, every hand pull in a friend, to strengthen us against all opposites: he that has any drop of true Italian blood in him, thus vow (this morning) to shed others, or let out his own; if you consent to this, follow me. Up to the hilts, we will in his French body. My Lord, we charge you by the ravished honour Of and Italian Lady: by our wrongs, By that eternal blot (which if this slave Pass free without revenge) Like Leprosy, Will run over all the body of our fame's; Give open way to our joust wrath, least bared— Breaking the bonds of honour and of duty; We cut a passage through you with our Swords. Keep thou the peace, that hast a Peasants heart. Our peace must have her cheeks painted with blood. Arrest him then before our eyes; and see! Our fury sleeps. Frenchman, thou art indebted to our Duke. Thy life, for (but for him) thy soul Had long ere this hung trembling in the air, Being frighted from thy bosom with our Swords. For yours, and for your own we come resolved, To murder him, that poisons your chaste bed; To take revenge on you, for your false heart: And (wanton Dame) our wrath here must not sleep, Your sin being deepest, your share shall be most deep. Take you such delight in men that die for love? Thou adest heat to my rage, away, stand back, Dishonoured slave, more tretch rous then base, This is the instance of my scorned disgrace. Hale him to a Dungeon, There if your thoughts can apprehend the form, Of Violetta; dote on her rare feature, Or if your proud flesh with a sparing diet, Can still retain her swelling spritefulnes; Then Court (instead of her) the croaking vermin, That people, that most solitary vault. Gentlemen and Noble Italians, whom I love best; who know best what wrongs I have stood under: being lay de on by him, who is to thank me for his life, I did bestow him (as the prize of mine honour) upon my Love, the most fair Vi oletta: my loves merit was basely sold to him, by the most false Violetta: not content with this Felony, he hath dared to add the sweet theft of Ignoble marriage; she's now, nonce but his, and he (treacherous villain) any ones, but hers; he dotes (my honoured friends) on a painted Courtesan, and in scorn of our I talian laws, our family, our revenge, loathes Violetta's bed, for a harlots bosom: I conjure you therefore, by all the bonds of Gentility, that as you have solemnly sworn a most sharp; so let the revenge be most sudden. Then Cerberus play thy partly, here, search that hell, There find, & bring forth that false Fontinell, If I can win his strayed thoughts to retire, From her encountered eyes, whom I have singled In Hymen's holy Battle: he shall pass From hence to France, in company and guard Of mine own heart: he comes Hipolito. Still looks he Like a Lover, poor Gentleman, Love is the minds strong physic, and the pill, That leaves the heart sick, and overturns the will.