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Fabrichio? Grimundo? Because you take no pleasure in such pasti es, Your contemplation may busy it self, with that book. And'tis time enough, We have the day before us: some Prince Grimundo In such a cause as this would have been angry, Angry indeed, throw'ne of cold language, and Called it a high, and loud affront, whose stirring Imagination would have wakened Death, And by a miserable war, have taught Repentance, to a pair of flourishing States, Such things there have been? You fear, and do not know me yet, my actions Shall clear your jealousy, I'm reconciled At home, and while I cherished a peace here, Abroad I must continue it, there are More Ladiesi'the world? And as attractive, great, and glorious women Are there not, would? Ithe world, within the confines of our Duke dome In Savoy, are there not? Was but and honour purchased by another, It might have been thy chance. 'Twas not thy fault, nor is't my virtue, That I was born when the fresh Sun was rising, So came with greater shadow into life, Then thou, or he. No more, we are not ignorant, you may Take away this distinction, and allege In your graven wisdoms, spacious arguments, For our alliance with some foreign Prince, But we have weighed their promising circumstance, And find it only a device, that may Serve time, and some dark ends, a mere state-trick, To disguise hatred, and is empty of Those benefits, it seems to bring along: Give me a Lady born in my obedience, Whose disposition, will not engage A search into the nature of her Climate, Or make a scrutiny into the Stars: Whose language is mine own, and will not needs A smooth Interpreter, whose virtue is Above all titles, though her birth or fortune, B a Degree beneath us, such a Wife Were worth a thousand far fetched Brides, that have More state, and less Devotion. Come you shall know our purpose, in the last We obeyed your directions, not without Our free and firm allowance of the Lady Whom we'll forget, it will become your duties, Follow us now, we have not been unthrifty In our affections, and that Milan may Know Savoy can neglect a Millanoise, And that we needs not borrow a delight, Here we are fixed to marry, We are pleased, And thank your general vote, You then shall straight prepare our visit, bear our Princely respects, and say we shall take pleasure To be her Guest to day, nay lose no time, We shall the sooner quit the memory Of Leonora's Image. That to some other men, Might would been necessary. What is't? Any thing. Thou shalt. Thast put me in tune, how shall's be very merry Now in the instant? To a Whore? And can you play the Pander for me? The fair Cleona. Honestly. It sha'not be my fault if she refuse, To be a Duchess. As I hope to thrive in my desires, come You shall bear me company, and witness How I woe her. Shee'l take it kindly. What? Not see her? Ye hear Gentlemen? He is our Brother, we are confident Though he be wild he loves us, 'twill become Us t'pray and leave him to a miracle But to our own affair. Love and thy golden arrow, we shall try, How yowl decide our second Destiny. Rise high in out thoughts, and thus Confirm we are welcome, to these eyes, our heart, Shall pay a lower duty, then obedience Hath taught your knee. Let me revoke that hasty syllable, But thank thee, yes, we can do more, and will, We have a heart to do't, our much grieved sister I know you do not wear this sadness, for Our presence. And yet I see a tear is ready to break prison, He will be so We are come My fair Cleona. What? I said you were my fair Cleona — I did apply, I hope't does not offend to call you so, You're yet my Subject. Be pleased to change it for a better I'll explain, What boy is that? Would Giotto? Where is Grimundo? Whither am I carried? None but Heavenly, this roof be capable of ill, only presence Lady would convert it. rtuous Magic in your eye, For where soere it calls a beam, it does Create a goodness, y'aue a handsome boy. Something binds My speech, my heart is narrow of a sudden, Giotto take some opportunity To inquire that youth condition name, and Country, And give us private knowledge, to cut off * Circumstance Lady, I am not your fresh, And unacquainted Lover, that does wast Soranzo whispers with Giacomo The tedious Moons with preparation To his amo ous suit, I have been Cleona, A long admirer of your virtues, and Do want the comfort or so sweet a Partner, In our young state. Grimundo not come yet? I am not well. Your holy prayers cannot but do me good. Continue that Devotion, Charity Will teach you a consent, to my departure, Make not me so Lady, By the least trouble of your self, I am Acquainted with these passion, let me breath A heart upon thy lip farewell again Your pardon. What fellows that? Soranzo is returned, How fares Cleona? Sayest thou so? What then? We are resolved to comfort her, set forward. Do you mock me? I must not be Overcome in honour, nor would do so great A wrong, to enjoy the blessing, I knew not You were engaged. We will to Tennis. Leonora's picture a fair Table-book. You may without offence to your yonng Wife Look on a Picture. I it, let S e't oh m re, Milan and we are parted, our breast wears Again his natural Temper, allow me pray The excuse of common frailty, to be moved At strangeness of this news. Nay do not flatter now, I do not Court Your praise so much, I speak but what our stories Mention, if they abuse not soft posterity: I was not come to tell you, what my thoughts, With a strong murmur prompt me too. For what use? You, that propound a benefit for my Soul, Woe not neglect your own I know, w e'le both Turn Friars together? Yes. Oh Lodwicke! These things do carry Horror, he is lost I fear, no I would thought a something else, You shall with me to a Lady? Unto my Mistress. Upon Condition, you'll not refuse, to Accompany. Excellent Cleona, Every accent falls Like a fresh lewell, to increase her value, We can but thank Cleena. Do not sin, 'tis in our power With your consent, to work that wonder Lady. So Sir; Didst thou not see that pretty boy I told thee of? My Soul I have examined, and yet find No reason for my foolish passion Our hight Italian does affect these boys, For sin, l'ue no such flame, and yet me thought He did appear more to lovely, nay in's absence I cherish his Idea, but I must Exclude him, while he hath but soft impression, Being removed already in his person, I lose him with less trouble. A Gentl man, admit him. You are noble. Wai e without. Foe caries shadow? Returned to lise. Rise, meet our arms why I This Cloud? How? From Cleona? Without disputing your Commission, Upon mine Honour— Do I love her? Strange? About my love? I prithee Be more particular. I left her so. Would? I hope she ha no faith in dreams But this was some most false malicious Spirit, That would insinuate with her white Soul, There's danger if she cherish the infusion. Though I needs not Give and account to any, but to Heaven And her fair self, Foscari, thou fhalt tell her With what alacrity I display my heart, I love her with chased and noble fire, my intents are Fair as her brow, tell her I dare proclaim it, In my devotions, at that minute, when I know a million of adoring Spirits Hover about the Altar, I do love her— Do you come To affront us, you had better would been sleeping In your cold urn, and fame late gave you out, And mingltd with the tude forgotten ashes, Then live to move our anger. You threaten us. Worser worser ever Lover plead Again to himself before? Well, I will still love her, and solicit. Not a Syllable. We are confident, And to put off the cloud we walk in, know We are resolved to place all Love and Honour Upon Cleona Nor is't a n w affection, we but cherish Some seeds, which heretofore, her virtue had Scattered upon our heart. Withdraw, but be not at too much distance, Lodwicke You're welcome. Yes. 'Tis a kind, and honest motion, out of Charity, Mere Charity, so I must needs accept it— I'll only marry, and get a Boy, or two, To govern this poor trifle for I'm bound In duty, to provide for my Succession. Yes, were she otherwise, she were not worthy my visit, Not to lose circumstance I love her. Dost think it'll take. We cannot endear thee to thy merit. He does insist much on their flate and honour May we not know'em yet; It is Foscary I find his noble purpose, he is perfect I honour thee young man, she must not see This paper. 'Tis at large—would— Grimundo I prithee read, I dare not credit my own eyes Leonora So it begins, Leonora. No more, I am extasied If so much blessing may be met at once I'll do my heart that justice to proclaim Thou hadst a deep impression, as a boy I loved thee too, for it could be no other, But with a Divine flame, fair Leonora Like to a perfect Magnes, though inelos'd Within and Ivory box, through the white wall Shot forth embracing virtue, now, o now Our Destinies are kind. Love; and honour Thou dost enrich my heart, Cleona read And entertain the happiness, to which Thy fare predestined thee, while I obey Mine here. Why thus kneels Lodowick? Send for him straight, and bid him bring the picture We gave into his keeping, yet, forbear, It is in vain. Cleona you are welcom' 'tis a blessed Occasion that makes us meet so happily. I appeared too upon his friendly summons Weel thank him for this presence, O rise most noble Lady, well deserning A statue to record thy virtue. This is Grimundoes wife, Our joy is perfect, Lodowisk A in this Lady, Leonora, The object of our first love, take the story As we Abbot we must thank You con riving this, and you good Father, E bassedors shall be dispatched to Milan, where and how their absent Princess Leonora disposed her self, mean while, Poets shall stretch inn ntion, to express Triumphs for thee, and Savoy's happiness. Stay miracle of honour, and of love.