GRIMUNDO

The Duke is recollected, where's the Prince? Yes. I confess, and were you in public, I would urge many other empty names to fright you, put on my Ho lyday countenance, and talk nothing but divinity, and gol den sentences, look Like a superlicious Elder, with a starched face, and a tunable nose, while he is edifying his Neighbours woman. A thousand times in my study, that's one of my re creations. I did not deceive the old Dukes trust While I had power to manage him, He's now passed my tuition, but to duke— Is it not strange my Lord, that the Young Lady Of Milan, should b forced to marry now, with Her Uncle? It's a trifle, reasons of State they vrg Against us, lea to their Dnkedome by this match, e subject unto Savoy, for the scrupl Oh Religion, they are in hope, that A Dispensation may be procured To quit exceptions, and by this means, They shall preserve their Principality, I'th name and blood, so reports Fabrichio Whom the Duke employed for Treaty, how now? Book my Lord, it is— We hope— In Savoy too. Many choice beauty's, but your birth my Lord We are Subjects, And shall solicit Heaven, you may find one Worthy your great acceptance. We cannot be Ambitious of a Lady, in your own Dominion, to whom we shall more willingly Prostrate our duties. What pretty youth is that? sure I have seen That face before, And gain by it. Your Cleon ? Will you p esently Visit her? No matter, weel be there, before the boy, There is necessity, if you knew all, Come lets away. I met His Highness in return, and he employed me To bring back knowledge of his better health, Which he says, shall enable him, but to Exp esse how much he honours fair Cleona. You had simple grace? You know I have given you many precepts of honesty? To mine own heart, I have made tedious dis courses of Heaven to ye, and the moral virtues, numbered up the duties of a good Prince, urged examples of virtues, for your imitation. Seemed to sweat with agony and vexation, for your obstinate courses, reproved you, nay sometime made complaints of you, to the Duke. Alas my Lord, I durst do no otherwise, was not the Duke your Father and honest man, and your Brother now foolishly takes after him, whose credulities, when I had all ready cozened, I was bound to appear stoical, to preserve the opinion they had conceived of me. It speaks discretion and abilities, in Statesmen, to apply themselves to their Princes disposition, vary a thou sand shapes, if he be honest, we put on a form of gravity, if he be vicious, we are Parasites, indeed in a politic Come mon wealth, if you observe well, there is nothing but the ap pearance, and likeness of things that carrieth opinion, your great men will appear odd, and fantastical, and fools are often taken for wise Officers, your most active gallants, seem to carry their own hair, and your handsomest La die their own faces, you cannot know a Secretary from a Scholar in black, nor a Gentleman Usher in Scarlet, from a Captain, your Judge that is all composed of Mercy, hath still the face of a Philosopher, and to some is more ter rible and crabbed, then the Law it self. All things are but representation, and my Lord, howsoever I have appeared to you, I am at heart one of your own Sect, and Epicure, be but so subtle to seem honest, as I do, and we will laugh at the foolish world in our Cells, declaim against intemperate livers, and hug our own Licentiousness, while we surfeit our Souls in the dark with Nectar and Ambrosia. I think I had a name given me, and thats all I re taine, I could never endure really, their severe discipline, marry for my preferment, and other politic ends, I have, and can still dispense, with fasting, prayer, and a thousand found austerities, though I do penance for em in private. But I durst not trust so young a sinner, for I all ways held it a maxim, to do wickedness with circum spection. I speak in the phrase of the foolish world, that holds voluptuousness a crime, which you and I, and every wise man knows, to be the only happiness of life, and the inheritance, we are born to. To you? Good my Lord conceive me, you were a young sinner, and in your Nonage, does that infer that you have made no growth, that you're a child still, do think that I would not wit to distinguish a Principiant in vice, from a Gradum ate, shall I be afraid to lay open my secretest impieties to you, that are almost as perfect as my self in Epicurism, I beseech you, do not think, I would so little manners to undervalue you. And yet my Lord, with your princely license, you may learn too, and indeed the first virtue that I would come mend to your practice should be that, by which I have at tained to this height, and opinion, and thats Hypocrisy. Yes, a delicate white devil, do but fashion your self to seem holy, and study to be worse in private, worse, yowl find your self more active in your sensuality, and it will be and other titillation, to think what and ass you make a'the believing world, that will be ready to dote, nay super stitiously adore you, for abusing them. Wenches? would the Duke your Brother had so many for his own sake, or you either. Faith? why judge by your self, how dee think a man should subsist, wenching? why 'tis the top-branch, the heart, the very Soul of pleasure, isle not give a chip to be and Emperor, and I may not curvet as often as my consti tution requires, Lechery is the Monarch of Delight, whose Throne is in the blood, to which all other sins do homage, and bow Like serviceable Vassals, petty Subjects in the Dominion of flesh—Wenches Why I have as many—yet now I think better on't, I'll keep that to my self, store makes a good proverb. Well, I'll not be nice to you, you little imagine (though I be married,) that I am the greatest whoremaster 'th Dukedom. Sir, I think I am one. How Sir? Why does not your Lo dship believe me then? I came to carry you to one. Do not deceive your self, come you shall believe and thank me, will that serve turn, shall I be thought worthy to be trusted then, if I do the office of a Bawd for you, and play the Pander wit dexterity, will that continued vince you? TO en go with me, and I will demonstrate. I will carry you to a Lady be not afraid she is hon st, a would ome piece of fl sh, a Lady that will bound ye, and rebound, a Lady that will ravish you. With h delight and admiration, one in whom does flowers all the excellency of women, honesty only excepted, such a charming brow speaking eye, springing cheek, temp ting lip, swelling bosom. Yes. Yes, and think your self , then to be Lord of both the Indies, heres my hand cut it off if I do not this feat for you, when you please, and when you are satisfi ed with her, I'll help you to forty more, but we are in terrupted. Consider Sir, but what will be the end Of all these wicked courses. We must be circumspect. I'll expect you in the park—be very secre My Lord I can but grieve for you. My Father was No Duke. But royal Sir be pleased— With grief my Lord, and wonder at your sufferance. I have dispensed with my attendance, on The Duke, to bid you welcome Sir, from death, Fame so, had continued z'ned our belief, but thus, She has made you the more pr cious. You would not B en long acquainted with him. You express him Passionately. No? But you are Dead Sir, remember that. If the Duke be not Before you The Duke, it's so resolved, Your rival, if you till affect Cleona, Within this hour, he means his first solicit And personal siege, lose not your self with wonder, If you neglect this opportunity, She having firm opinion of your death, It will not be a miracle, if the Title Of Duchess be a strong temptation, To a weak woman. Quiet thoughts, Dwell in your breast, in all things I obey you, You know you have my heart. I have some business, with you my Lord, Were you at opportunity. My design is of and other nature. I follow Madam, yet have comfort, Though reason and example our fears, Heaven will not let you lose so many tears. Have a strong faith and save my proofs, I? the Usurer do not hoard up his gold, nor the Country open pressor his Corn more against a deer year, but Caute si non Cast, my Nun at home knows nothing, Like a Mole in the earth, I work deeps, but invisible; I have my private Houses, my Granaries, my Magasines bully, as many Concubines, as would collected, furnish the Great Turks Seraglio. You are then a Novice in the Art of Venus, and will tell Tales out a'the School, Like your weak Gallants o'the first chin, that will brag what Ladies they have brought to their obedience, that think it a mighty honour, to discourse how many Forts they have belea guerd, how many they have taken by battery, how many by composition, and how many by Stratagem; that will proclaim, how this Madam kisses, how Like Ivy the tother bona Roba embraced em, and with what activity, a third plays her amorous prize, a fine commendation for such Whelps is't not? Not Sale-ware, Mercenary stuff, that ye may have i'th Suburbs, and now maintain traffic with Am bassadours Servants, nor with Laundresses, Like your Stum dents in Law, who teach her to argue the case so long, till she find a Statute for it, nor with Mistress Silkeworme in the City, that longs for cream and cakes, and loves to Cuckold her Husband in fresh air, nor with your waiting Gentlewoman, that is in love with poetry, and will not partly with her honour, under a Copy of fine verses, or and Anam gram, nor with your course Lady her self, that keeps a Stallion and cozens the old Knight, and his two pair of Spectacles, in the shape of a Servingman, but with your rich, fair, high fed, glorious and springing Catamountaines, Ladies of blood, whose eyes will make a Soldier melt, and he were composed of marble, whose every smile, hath a magnetic force to draw up Souls, whose voice will charm a Satire, and turn a men prayers into ambition, make a Hermit run to Hell for a touch on her, and there hug his own damnation. This my Lord is her garden, into which you see My key hath given us private access, There is her house of pleasure, let your eye entertain Some delight here, while I give her happy Knowledge you are entered Be high and frolic, she loves to see one Worser mineere, when you're thoroughly acquainted, you'll Give me thanks. It helped much that he never saw my wife. There is some hope my Lord already And heaven may prosper it. Leonora daughter to the late Gonzagam Duke Of Milan, fearing she should be compelled to marry Her Uncle, in the habit of a Page and the conduct Of Father Valentio, came to Savoy, to try the Love and honour of his Excellence, who once Solicited by his Ambassador— I my Lord? I do abhor the thought of being so, Pardon my seeming Sir. You see that g oue. I have kept my, word Sir,