ANTONIO

I wish no life to see that day. Th'ast spoke the worst thy malice can invent, A beggar sayest? and better being so, If a small Star could overshine the Sun, And show his brightness in the solsticie, Should it be blamed or praised? the feeble Vine Brings forth sweet fruits, while the Cedars's barren; Beggar is she, I'll poise her graces with't, And see how many infinites shee'le pull The balance down, and yet that poverty A goodness disesteemed, she's fair, Modest, lovely, wise, virtuous. Infinites, I named them to thee. Chaste and virtuous. They are not things of prize, they are far off, And deer, yet Ladies send not for'em. I'll prevent that venom, This night I will be married to my sweet, And then her memory enjoyed, shall strengthen Mine arm against my foe, which else would droop, Suspecting of her lose, I fear it now; What eye can look upon her, but is captived In the enchanted prison of her eyes. Away, away, thou dost forget her virtues Faster then I can name they; she's chastity It self, and when a Shrine shall be set up Unto that Saint, it shall be built upon The marble that shall cover her. Worthy Sir, your leading vallor will centuple the hearts Of all your followers; when set you forward? We shall be ready to attend your honour, Hymen, this night I vow to thee, Mars be my Morrows Saint. Blasphemy, speak that no more, the beggar, (If you will so profane to speak her so) Is gold refined, compared unto this rubbish, Diamond to Marble; my noble Lord We'll leave you to hasten our attendance on you. Teach me no error. I will not learn it, sweetest, if you do. Speak nothing now but of those holy rites Whose sacred hands must guide us to the path Of your desired joys. It shall be done in this acknowledgement. Father and mother let me but call you so. Yes brother too, By this I claim them all, your daughter makes Me your son, and yours. I'll not forget that neither. I'll hand the helm with her, and there abide Safety, or drowning. All those I will rebuke, and if she blush, The beauty then will check their painted cheeks With a rebounding shame upon themselves, Let not more obstacles be mentioned, Only let privacy protect us yet Although we scant the full solemnity Endue to thy wishes; Hymen which afterwards. Shall dare the largest blazon. Shall your kind pains provide us of a Priest, Whom my instructions shall direct you to. Oh you teach me sweet; yes good brother do. A Fryer in Saint Augustine's Monastery Ask for one Benedicke, my commends to him Will bring him with thee, he's prepared for it. Tush, I'll Triple that wages. How ere the kings employment in the wars Calls on my person, I shall leave behind My self in thee, and bear my self along In thy sweet memory. Relish to joy, a breathing from our pleasures, Come, come, true love shall tie two hearts in one. So she does at heart I think, Would he did not wrong me. I see nothing in her face, Prithee attempt to make her speak again. Give over, thou wilt be foiled else. They are false glasses, and will Deceive me. My Lords to arms, the foe discovered, Marching amain upon you. Oh heart, thou speakest too late. My Lords your praises, and your noble wishes Makes me esteem my self behind hand with same Heres yet more work to do. There my new Fortune's shall their honour prove, Then fare well war, next wele war fair with love. Here. I know not, look, 'tis gone. With Marg . One word confutes thee, ever into silence, I am married. Margaretta, And my self, beside a thousand witnesses within Who dares not speak a truth. I'll changed ke freedom; O what a bed of struggle within me. A good physician; Thou killest me quickly to haste me out of pain. Persuade me to turn Turk, or More Mahometan, For by the lustful laws of M I may have three wives more. Fearful counsel. Beyond her life. Horrible murder, it less To kill at once, then by a ling king po son. I'll hear nomore from thee thou studiest to make worse A positive bade, by a vild perfor . O my . A happy messages in to him, How shall I quit your You're too quick. I cannot keep this pace with you, Lady, I'll go speak with your father. Before your father. Venture thy no f there good , She will endanger they, but Lady now I think on Speak, is not this your hand? This is your letter? If I may be your expositor, Lady, I think I do. Kind and loving. You ask me the reason why I inquired your age of your her. I'de rather have to do with your youth Lady. Fie Madam, you're too apprehensive, too dexterious, Your wit has two edges I pr st. My crown itches not , . Come, come, your wits a good one, do not it. I think you love me. Come, your hand has betrayed you, Do not you plainly say here, we two should be well matched? This I'll add first, which I'll avouch unto Your father's face, I love you. I'll follow you, yet give me leave ere you go To give a gratitude unto your lip. I cannot stay long after. I did so far presume. I am dissolving and Enigma. I would sane know What kind of thing a men heart is. Tush, 'tis not The real heart, but the unseen faculties. No, I can doot my self, o M rg att . I am lost Lazarell . Must I back slide. My hearts A rebel to me. How ill thou speakest of good, how good of ? 'Tis now concluded in me, I will on, I must, although I meet destruction. Down hill we run, a low Easy descents to hell, . I am as I was ever Lady, Full of retired thoughts. All strive to be their own Physicians (Lady) We know whats best and fittest to be done, But who can follow it? I have none, Lady. You must find fault with my complexion for't, Nature, perhaps, has not compounded me Of equal portions; yet you discover Diseases outward, I not feel within, Me thinks I'm merry. I know not how to win your good belief, Lady, But if yowl trust me; Lazarello come hither. Waft him hence good Lazarell , I am undone else, Look here Dionisia, here's a jewel, I never showed thee yet. With all my heart sweet. Some three days hence. I must prepare to go: By no means sweet, I'll send for thee With more harmonious music. Come, come, indeed you shall not. A mischief carry him. Heel make me more sad I fear. TO will out. I was afraid he would have nam his sister. O brother. Yes I can. I thank you fort, brother. I know not: So it well. Very good brother, all I read are well. Brother, I would have your swift return. I cannot give you the entertainment I would bro there, but I pray you let this provide for you. In the morning early my letter shall be ready for you. Stay brother, one thing I must ask you, And pray you tell me, Whats your thought of me, Finding me in a Ladies company? Of what sort do you think she is? I see you are a wag brother. Well good night brother, I pray hold a good opi nion of me. I can dissemble mirth no longer. O my afflicted soul, Wertenberg thou capable Of separation, thou wouldst now be rend Into a thousand pieces: . Heavy and froward news: where's Dionisia? I am discovered, Margaretta knows of this Her wrong, and my disloyalty. Better then her birth, Aswell as my addition to her, nobly, And if her hand does not belie her heart, She's glad that I have found and equal liking. Yet with this request, That I would not forsake her utterly, But some times see her, 'tis articled too, That twice a week she have my fellowship By night, and private stealths, the which obtainde, She lose the name of wife, and never shame To be called my Concubine. My conscience And my affection war about this quarrel, My conscience says the first, but my affection, The second. My heart's triangled, two points Dionisia S, And that downwards Margarets, and that's the smallest. To any fair condition. Night cannot hide it ever. 'Tis a strange extreme I Like it, and allow it; 'Tis more then water that must fight with wild fire. This passage shall be inst lie prepared With some of my wearin , brought as near my self As art can make, this Ring to strengthen it, I could subtract a third from my estate To heal her injury, and quite blot out That ain S mine honour, being voiced, It must be curd; pardon heaven and Margaret, There is and innate falling from what's good, Which nothing can r p ire in's but our blood. Best in my judgement, We wake him with the fight of his wone honours: Call up the army, and let them present His prisoner to him, such a sighed as that Will brook no sorrow near it. How Julia ! Make us understand a reason Julianus, If for disloyalty reason may be given Of this your language. Ever most nobly. You do distract us Sir, beseech you name it. Oh Lazarello! Thou givest me poison to recure a wound Already mortal. End thy just hate, For I am parting from thee; see those two That wronged thee are both wounded to the death, With grief she, I by poison loose my breath. Jul , for a wrong done to his daughter, (The fatal Engine that hath Beatrice down Spain) Revolted from his King, and set that More up, Who now insults, being but a captive the , And cause in honest language I was just In taxing this revole of , He bid a soldier kill me, who re king , He himself struck me; life was thus long, But for the cleansing of my conscience: I feel death p ngs, forgive me both, and all, Let my soul , any body f ll With honour I God hon , my hr ves, Thus falls the wretched husband of two wiv S and . To kill my friend, (my friend) . Thou strangledst L