GIOTTO

It makes my bound Of duty and observance greater. Your compass I shall sail by. My Lord y'ave made Your self the creditor of what I am; If I return you not the interest Of all my service, I should justly forfeit To be unmade again. I shall study his honours service. My Lord. I have lost time in Padua. Is your Lordship serious? I my Lord, Your honour needs no comment to inform you, Much less my translation. Your Lordship shall pardon me, for that hyperbolizing Between Goes and Vaundell, Spanish. Your honours servant. I only hitherto have spent my eyesight. In observation, now I grow proud to write My self dependant. But Ime not to learn To adore the rising Sun, I look on him As in his West, but I've ambition To merit your grace. I am proud to own my Country. I've often prayed for this blessed hour, and thought I did not sin in my ambition. It is a virtue to covet honour From your excellence: which I shall ever Study to deserve. She shall receive each man in's just character, You are a gentle Lady, and add much Credit to her Court. You have use of my attendance, and I am Happy in't. Lady, too soon you will deprive the world Of your deer presence, if thus early you Consume your hours in pensive thoughts! If your Lop be in good health, you owe Some thanks unto my prayers. My Lord, be more particular, for my Own partly I know my distance, but you greet Your Fortune's with too much humility, You want state to converse with me. Will you forget to be reserved, know your Station, you make me bold against my own Desire. I implore your Lordship leave I may be Covered, 'twould much assist my health. It seems he hath not yet; how much the ̄ Duchess favours him— Volterre listenes. My Lord I know little, only those that Wait near the Duchess, hear her often praise Your nimble tongue, your skill in languages. Your Lordship might then (with great ease) been Interpreter to the builders of Babel. 'Tis when your Lordship wreathes your hams in thus. These are the postures that inchant your sex. Lady— But does not your lop grow weary with Continuance of this motion? Enough, enough, my good Lord, sure your swim Within your doublet. Indeed sir 'tis not fit you should e ̄ xpect Much in heaven, having such joy on earth. You are more than happy, this Lady knows it. And Giotto knows that your Religion Will not permit you slight industry. Nay Madam— Why sir, it is her highness will that you Conceal these visits. Here comes my Lord Comachio. Away signiour He must not see you. My noble Patron.— The Lady Laura. I know all, she cannot hide a single Thought from me. Sir, she owns none but you, with a public Confidence, only there is own impediment. A spirit not tamed by his religion Would hazard much rather then suffer it Endanger such a hope. Could you think she has observed your Nephew With and amorous eye. Thats the man sir, who is so much obliged Unto her memory. Pardon me sir! I do not positively Say she loves him. I make it (for your sake) A cautulous suspect your jealous men Strive against danger. This morning she desired to speak with him. Not carelessly, and with that common favour, She does divide among the Courtiers, They do but glean her scattered graces, For you the harvest's reserved and brought Home to your bosom. But her own hand Reaches you up, and tempts you to enjoying The Perimids height, you may ascend by stairs, And mount with ease unto that happiness, Others adore afar off. Thats her desire, She would not Like a thief steal joys, but make The pleasures lawful, nuptial holy rites, Ushering your felicity, you must be Her Husband Signiour, and all we your Subject's, Obsequious to your nod, when you have breath To raise t'unlimitted height, and uncreate Whom you would frown upon. Kneel there great Uncle, I have and ambition If you think not the honour over great, To beg tuition of your second son, Whom I should study to bring up, with such Choice education, as shall become The greatness of his soul and birth. My Lord You may be confident, Giotto dares not Play with your greatness, and my dare was never Yet so incertain, when I hear your name So sweetened by your Duchess breath. Nay you will be sent for and be courted to That was intimated. If my abilities may do you service. I desire to be a bankrupt of knowledge, when My portion may enrich you. So with one argument He magnifies her judgement, and his worth. That must be, to this we may guess she will Reply, my Lord, I could miss in such a troop Of Deservers to choose out the ablest. Meaning my Nephew. Hence take you fresh occasions to extol Your self, and be not nice to let her know Your active blood, and spirit to get Princes, How much the people will be bound to bless Her raze in choosing you, whose promising body Is able to incite them to make bonfires For Dukes unborn. It will be necessary you disparage all men That are about her, though your Uncle, he Will suffer to advance you. It gives you lustre principally remember To rail against her Ladies, call em hags, You cannot be too bitter, this secures Your love toth' Duchess, beats of jealousy When you appear to love her only of All the sex. Remove your selves: 'tis not fit he see you. Signiour Contarini, your minute is expired. I have cause to entreat my intelligence. I am your pensioner, you have enriched My stable with a Barbary Roan. A gift I am ignorant to requite; I must return great thanks too, from the Lady Laura, for the wealthy Carbanet You sent her last night. Your contemplations are too humble. Ere I would think another worthier then My self, to bear ̄ a sovereign title; I would disclaim my judgement and run ̄ mad. But there's a cross bar to your ambition, (Heaven excuse my sorrow for it?) you are Married, you have a wife. Has the Duchess any name within her memory, So much as Contarinies? Are not you he whose feature she admires? Nay Sir, it is not long since Laura herd Her wish you were unmarried: Interpret My relation as you please; But you know Princes are reserved. Whats he? My servant Signiour, he has modest ears And a quiet tongue. Dandalo, you may Stay here, I shall use thy consent in a business. By no itteration that breeds noise. How my Lord? He has a noble soul! is there no way To avoid this trifle called a wife. Oh sir, discharge your mind, it concerns my Pre ̄ ferment to be faithful. Signiour you have given me cause to know it. I signiour, but the judge grants none ̄ without a lawful cause. With whom? I, my Lord? T'were and indeerement too great for my re ̄ quitall. Signiour, I shall beg your pardon. Does not your man listen? I shall be glad to show you kindene ̄ sse. Observe. You are too hasty, her grace says nothing. Then rail upon your Uncle. Then rail upon her Ladies, He makes a bridge of that, Pedlar, my Lord you would say pidler. Would? What was intended to destroy his hope, Hath raised him to assurance, she applauds That which to all understanding but her own, Appears prodigious, did you suspect She would hear this prate? She checked you for interrupting. What for prevention, If she have such a poverty in her reason, Ith' humour she may marry him, and then Beside the mighty fortune lost, you groan Under his tyranny. I'll dig the remora That hangs upon the bark, this fool wo'd not Be mised among the living, rather then— I would so much suffering In your ungentle stars, that I would purchase Their better influence with my danger. Shall: there is A most severe necessity, you must not Be conscionable now; and charity Unto your self, will drown the sin: Retort disgrace t'your hate. They shall inable me to do you service. Not for both the Indies. Are you weary of your life Lady? My Hope's are finished. Who'ld trust a secret in a woman's breast? My Lord, as you esteem our loves useful Let no ear enjoy this but your own. Already you begin to make it public. I'll lose a Thumb to have it cleared. Sir would impeach her modesty express Her meaning, ith' blunt dialect, however 'Twill become my tongue; there's a noise amongst The Ladies, you're insufficient: that is Your genitals want the perfect help in Procreation. Be not so loud signiour, were it a truth Twould not proclaim nature, or your parents Guilty, you are a soldier, perhaps in A skirmish at Lepauto, some Turk Circumcised you with his semiler; Or being at push a pike, you might be Drilled below the navel, nay I would known The breath of a bullet snatch a remnant Of lose flesh. 'Twill trouble me to know a thing, so full Of danger. You shall believe him Lady for my sake. You pass my belief. But what urged your invectives gainst the Sex, Since you thus cherish them in private! You're not so ravinous (my Lord) but when Your friend desires a taste, he may be furnished, hah? May I presume— You maintain him in a gaudy outside. Lady you shall share in our secret, My Lord you are to modest: theres no error So readily excused by Ladies as this O'th blood. Fame has abused our noble friend: Not Hercules was more enabled for Increase; then he. Indeed? why Madam, do you doubt that I Belly him, Ime sure he keeps ten whores. She cries indeed, as if she did suspect You can proffer Like a Goat, and perform Like and Elephant. Your lustiness redress you more hopeful To the state. Give me a Prince from whose loins We may expect issue. Does not her happiness, and mine depend Upon your fate? My Lord, be confident of my silence. Her grace is now in the privy garden. Walk you thither, and receive those favours, Her looks administer: without reply Of gratitude, she would not have it known She loves you. He Neighs Like a horse. I am not cosend In him, I still thought he was a lecher. My good Lord?— These female Courtiers would the trick on't. 'Tis safe Idolatry to bow unto The rising son, she sees your fortune smile, And therefore flatters you. Heaven knows, I near Shall gain by Courtship, I Though all the Heralds Called thee Duke, I'll not kiss your hand Unless 'twere clean. My Lord, I first should chide your tardiness In Actium. First now I saw your wife at Court, Attending on the Duchess: Only she Defeats your hope; yet her removal from Your bed is not designed. Why this I Like, it tastes of sublime wit. No humorist is constant to dislike, Or commendation. Nay led the way my Lord: Ime partly of your attendance. Madam you encourage ̄ me To serve your goodness, my Lord you undo me, With too much honour. I'll soon remove your fears, I cannot doubt You will make good your promise Sir, to pardon When you're Duke. My Lord, I have assayed which you require privacy, Send off Crispino, 'Tis very trimly done of you, I cry you mercy my very Good Lord, I humbly desire your honourable absence. Why some tokens for your Lordship, look you. Yes but they are, and you must take em so, But make your choice, which best affects you, For one you must accept. Not too loud, lest I choose for you, heres a ball, Better then any ere Crispino washed Your honours face with it'll scour you. A bullet will quickly sing my errand to you, Will you choose. In short, I me sent to kill you, if you Like Any death better then another, briefly Resolve and have it, nay without long study. The Duchess loves you, and there must be order Taken to stay your raising, say your prayers. What is't? What say you to a halter? What say you to a sword? Then this Pistol. Why, would you live then? Duke thats the sluice opened this torrent. This is but air, your not to be trusted, I would sworn to send you into another world, You must not more be seen. If they should find you living. Were I certain You would be buried to all men's sighed, but till To morrow. The Duchess does purpose this night her election, Your Uncle envying your hope, must would Security for non appearance; had I A faith you'd creep into obscurity, But for twelve hours I should have one Sin less to answer for. Be sure you do't then, poor sick nobility, How thin he looks already. Now the tide comes. Oh my good Lord. Your happiness. They are fruitless, You are fixed already in her thoughts, away You make your person cheap, meet, and Be happy. Be high and answer your great Hope's; Meet confidence. Noble Contarini. Alas my Lord. Are you mad? Adultery? was it not by your consent, The very sinful act yours, I but moved By your direction, will this published Exempt you from the Law? This is strange and violent would, This is but course reward for my last office, No remedy but killing before supper; Did my stars owe me this? you will pardon me When you're Duke, thats but reason. I am in, and must wade through, she goes to bed Supperless. I'll put her granam to the charge of worms To entertain her, meet, and be Duke, I'll make Your wife immortal. Excellent brains, Your wife is already carrying commendations. To your friends ith' tother world. I have your pardon. You mistook your Nephew, I proffered him Four or five several death's, and could not get him To accept of one. Come signiour there's great hope, The Duchess but pretends a care over him, The more to disguise her love of you. It is not done. Your wife is invisible: the Sun can hardly Find her out. I left that naked, more to disguise me From your knowledge. And that our fame, (which must Out live our person) may give reply to those, Who shall hereafter question it; know, we Undertake this shape, to help us in discovery Of all your souls and hearts; the better to Inable us; how to dispose of each Beneath our government. With great alatrity, and I banish All their crimes from my remembrance. Must we not be reconciled to my Lord Depazzi too? And I you, your love is soon requited: Madam, you are truly noble: you have Merited our best assistance. Uneasy thoughts perplex her husband. Then take your wife, and with assurance from The faith of a true Knight and Prince, she does Retain that chaslity she had, when first I saw her. Now each wrinkled brow grows smooth; And I begin my sovereignty: with hope To give succession cause, still to prefer This Day, as chief within their Kallender. Comachio Madam, and signiour Depazzi.