DUKE

You are too modest Will you still be ignorant? Bellamente Is she not and excellent creature, were't not pity That so much beauty should be cast away Upon a thankless woman? That wonot use it to her best advantage? I have been courting this hour for A smile. Sebastian you put us well in mind, we have forgotten You have too little testimony of our favour You shall be Captain of our Guard Why should you Be such and enemy to your self, come fair one Think who it is that Courts you, he that may Command. Your honour? why I offer in exchange A thousand. No doctrines Let a kiss correct this unkind language Come you must wear this Jewel, I would done, But you must live at Court You're too scrupulous. Give order for his Patent to be drawn We will create him Lord, no honour can Reward your merit, and the title will Become the father of this excellent maid Where Hippolito ? He is and active Courtier, practised in these amorous Paths, weel try his skill to win her to our Close embrace, command him presently wait on us Bellamenti. Signior Boualdo, where your son? You would not thank us for A law, that none about our Court should marry ere we Choose a wife our self. Tell me what hast herd of that Eubella ? What do you call noble? A virtuous folly but we let her cool Too much; Eubella Come fairest. I am infinitely pleased my Lord, with that rare modesty Sets on this cheek, and with thy self whom we Have not yet graced sufficiently, our state Does want such able honest men, and we Admit you to our high and secret counsels; I prophesy the Dukedom shall owe much To your care, and grave directions. Yet Lady have you changed your resolution May I now hope to be admitted? To your embraces I'm glad, I have provided for your modesty I wonder he's so tedious— Now she is in presence. It must not be delayed, I will prepare her. This is the man Lady, d'ee start already? win her to the Game — How now is she moist and supple? Will she stoop to the impression? Come cruel fair one; we may take the air together. This dialect becomes you not How sir Sebastian's wild All this for thy sake we forbear to punish, But you should know my Lord Let not your passion strangle thus your reason Yare very bold To take off your fears Although we need not give you satisfaction, By this white brow, she is as pure as when She came to Court. rise. We are not pleased, she should depart. We are yet patient. Take the frantic hence. Place him where his noise may make his own headake not others, This liberty of tongue shall be corrected Away with him This may incline her, do not weep Eubella They are not worth a tear, yet 'tis within Thy power to ransom their bold heads, were they Humbled tooth block, this Pity shows a child But Princes lose their awe that are too mild. Some one look out Hippolito Signior Bonaldo? To a what? No matter: Thats not impossible O he is young, I have herd you were as wild at his Years, How? She was a shrew it seems? but you promise actively still? Good Signior Exit. A blunt honest Gentleman. I Like the freedom of his discourse, but see Hippolito Both. We all know Eubella, her father is committed to prison for being To free on's tongne. Be speedy and be fortunate, she is in that chamber Return with her consent to love and be What the Dukes power can make thee. Come Gentleman. Howes this? Vilaine Strumpet Is this your faith to me? Traitor Your whore By my Dukedom You speak as if You were to be her husband, Very fine Do you consent too, to be called his wife? Is't come to this? then hear what I determine I have considered do not interrupt me Too morrow if I live I'll see you both Married, thou excellent maid forgive my passion, Accept him freely, thou hast overcome With chastity, and taught me to be a prince Which character, my lust had near defaced Release Sebastian. No more, good deeds reward themselves, how have we slept. Cherish my gift Hippolito, she is a wife for the best prince, no honour can be enough to satisfy thy virtue. Exit, Bellamente who hath done all this? The cause? you rather lead me To think you were their murderer, we must Be better satisfied or your blood must answer For this effusion. None to decipher these sad characters? We have herd too much but moderate Eubella, Thy sorrows, he survives that will supply A bridegroom, and thy virtue bids me tender My self a recompense for thy sufferings By my Duke dome. Led from this charvell house they shall be interred With all solemnity becomes there birth And when their funeral rites and tears are done New joys shall rise with the next morning's Sun.