LAZARELLO

Your passion err my Lord, did you foresee What may ensue; folly begets danger, Nay oft, their full effects, destruction; You would not cloth the nobleness of your blood In such base weeds, she's a beggar you dote on. Nay, if you dote, I'll waste no more good counsel, And what's her dower Sir? Oh she's fair, a fair dowry. Those are jewels indeed, but they'le yield little. May not a league be taken for a time? Defer this hasty match, you have employment As a Soldier, the King has given you charge, Approve your champion valour in the field, If that remove not this domestic trouble, Retire upon your Venus. Why you'll be jealous in your absence then? Here comes the General. Here were a Saint fitting your orisons. Is she such a striker, my Lord? You fight high Lady. The general wrongs you to call you batchellour, Antonio. Have not you a Cord ke A heart fever now, Do you think there is A Phoenix now, is there but one good face In the world? Her tongue? nay if you Like her tongue, you must needs Like her tail, for the one utter the other Lady What would you give now for Moors heads by the dozen? And what a score then? You talk of chalk, and I oh chief. I have not done yet, will you buy any beware of me? Fie, yowl take it up again, come, come, sl open, This is Dio charact : a hand worth your heart, Peruse it better, so, so, 'tis well. Ladies fair hands must not be rejected so, I did foresee this dangerous relapse, You are in love. With Di Nor do you shame it, rather cherish it. It is a choice king your high blood; What you have done, make as a say Unto your best desires. Why this is speedless haste, I know your sated pleasures would throw up Their over-cloyde receipt, you have been noble In your brave deeds of arms; who shall it, Your beggars issue? they are Antipathies, How would it found to hear poor Margaret say Her Lord hath brought home honour from the wars: Would stain your worth to be so vainly boasted. No, this Lady would multiply your praises with her phrase, Lest Dionisa say that her Antonio Wone the palm of victory, then you're thronde, And music gracing the solemnity. A mistake in private, who knows that? Quit you those, and who dares speak it else? I mean I'll seal them up from hearing, Lady. Now Sir, what do you do? Were you never At Barbar Surgeons hall to see dissection? I'll report it to you, 'tis a thing framed With diver corners, and into every corner A man may entertain a friend, there came The proverb, a man may love one well, and yet Retain a friend in a corner. Those I'll decipher unto you, for surely The most partly are but ciphers; the heart indeed. For the most partly does keep a better guest Then himself in him, that is the soul: now the soul Being a tree, there are diverse branches spreading out of it, As loving affection, suffering sorrows, and the Like, Then Sir, these affections, or sorrows, being but branches, Are sometime lopped off, or of themselves wither, And new S oot in their rooms. As for example; Your friend die, there appears sorrow, but it quickly Withers, then is that branch gone, Again you love a friend, There affection springs forth, at last you distaste, Then that branch withers again, and another bud In his room, shall I give you history to this moral? See you you fellow. He wonnot off Sir. Who! this fellow, Lady! he that knows not him, Knows not a man of mirth, this Doctor I tell you Gives as good cure for the melancholy. As the best Empiric in Spain, what ere he be. Troth Madam 'tis a good plot, please you to walk I'll man you to the Castle, leave them together, 'Tis and equal match, if he make him not merry, Heel most terribly trouble his melancholy. Now Sir, you are full of news I'm sure. At distance enough in the Castle; you may speak. It was no mystery, And must be found, but how does she bear it. She has done as becomes her. I, this is well, Fine light pageant work, but now sure building, This gilds a while, but will at length wash off again; This roof must be raised upon a sounder groundsill; Give me your free bosom, you have one heart, and two ways, Which may have the better partly freely. So then, you should Love Margaretta, but do love Dionisia. I thank you for this free delivery: You seal your friendship to me, now let me built, I ha'te, I'll rid your griefs at once; will you But give consent. No worse then Margarets request to you, Or very little, return your letter, that You will satisfy all her desire, appoint Your first nights approach, and privately. But hear me, You shall not go, I will supply your place, Not to blemish, but to preserve your honour: Command your entertainment, so secret be, As that no lights may lead you to your chamber, Let me alone to counterfeit for once, And once shall serve for all, if it but take, And that she bed with me, not for the act, For there your honour must be weighed, but company, Shall serve the turn, then rise I and proclaim Both our luxurious sin ; how she then Claim any partly in you? Ulcers must have continued sives to eat, not kind, Extremes must have extremes to continued pe withal. It will not yield else. O, o. Why, heres a wench now, I had rather I'll with her Wit, then with the best piece of flesh in Christendom, I could beget young Mercuries on her, with The very conceit: would you had had a good pair Of eyes in your head. Now Antonio, where's Margaretta now? Whose that in your hand then? Nay now sweet Lady You make too strict and inquisition, Men emulate in honour for the best. Who would be second that can foremost For this a man may wrangle with fate, And grieve and envy at another's Fortune's. Dares not, who dares? What danger is more great then to speak truth? If poor ones durst speak plain of great men's faults, There needed no libeling. Tush, they are but worms, and I'll give thee seed and reasons To destroy'em; yo'are married. Tush, I must first draw the corruption forth, And then apply the healing medi . And concubines beside; turn More? Do you expect such counsel from your friend? Wrong me not so, I'll show you a Christian way At least a way dispensed with Christians, Say you distaste your . as well you may, When truth shall be and shame walk by, Bearing a blushing to light them both, Mend then the cause before it take effect, Annihilate your that cause, 'Tis private yet, let it : Allow your , She may be to To embrac you, say she be called your whore For some thing that may breed from what is done, Better her shame then yours; a common thing: Poor beauty are proud of noble bas ardy. Does your Margaret love you? Good, marry Di , grief kills her, then are you a widower. Would? poison? what white devil pr pted that? Poison, brave, the very change of friendship, the trial Of a friend love to death, would you sure Of a friends constancy, a swift poison will strike it dead. And the way and be Even in the of love, , I dri to you, Or accept these gloves, the , the touch, the sighed, Tush, any sense will take it kindly. Would? Look yonder, there's and eye speaker In very silence, where's poor Marg now. I'll stop my ears, Madam. Let me help you, what is't. So she's in the vocative case already, if she slide. Into the ablative, she's thrush quite out of the numbers I shall find you again In Worser is es arms. Faith all your body Will be accessary toot, I'm a friend. Come, come, league with your thoughts, you are too nice. If you can find in your heart, you must.