ANTONIO

How now Sebastiano will you forfeit The name of friend then I did hope our love Had outgrown compliment. What? take heed, do not profane; Wouldst thou be more then friend? It is a name, Virtue can only answer to, couldst thou Unite into one, all goodness whatsoever Mortality can boast of, thou shalt find,. The circle narrow bounded to contain This swelling treasure; every good admits Degrees, but this being so good it cannot: For he's no friend is not S perlative, Indulgent parents, brethren , kindred, tied By the natural flow of blood; alliances, And what you can imagine, is to light, To weigh with name of friend: they execute At best, but what a nature pron e'm to, Are often less then friends, when they remain ur kinsmen still, but friend is never lost. Cata lina and Berinthia Repo to speaks loud their beauty's, and no less Virtue in either well, I see you strive To leave no where you mean to honour, I otherwise escape the censure Of ne ingrateful, but by waiting on you Home to ero Would? I have not so much choice Sebastiane, But if one S ster of Antonios, May have a commendation to your thoughts, I will not spend much Art in praising her, Her virtue speak it self, I shall be happy, And be confirmed you brother, though I miss Acceptance at Avero. You shall teach me a lesson Against we meet at Elva's Castle fit. It will become me thus to wait on you. The strangest resolution of a father I ever herd, I was covetous To acquaint him with my wishes, prayed his leave I might be servant to Berinthia, But thus he briefly answered, until His eldest daughter were disposed in marriage His youngest must not love, and therefore wished me Unless I could place Catalina here, Leave off soliciting, yet I was welcome, u fed on nothing but Berinthia, From whose fair eyes love threw a thousand flames unto Antonio heart, her cheeks bewraying As many amorous blushings, which brake out Like a forced lightning from a troubled cloud, Discovering a restraint, as if within She were at conflict, which her colour only Took liberty to speak, but soon fell back, And as it were checked by silence. Desperate, why fit? The Dona Catalina? do you love her? She is a Lady in whom only lives Nature's and Arts perfection, born to shame All former beauty's, and to be the wonder Of all succeeding, which shall fade and wither When she is but remembered. Sir I will do you right. Does it become me sir, to prosecute Where such a noble Count is interested, Upon my soul I wish the Lady yours, Here my suit falls, with tender of my service ̄ ; Would you were married, nay in bed together My honourable Count. O you are bounteous Lady. Do not fear me, I am not worthy your opinion, It shall be happiness for me to kiss This Ivory hand, I were unworthy such a friend, his care Becomes him nobly; has not yonder Count Some hope of Catalina. I'll back to Elva's noble sir, This entertainment is so much above Antonio merit, if I leave you not I shall be out of hope to — Would I am resolved, Like Bargemen when they row. I'll look auother way then that I go. But in love They have no power, it is but tyranny, Plain usurpation to command the mind Against its own election; I am yours, Vowed yours for ever, send me not away Shipwrecked ith' habour, say but you can love me, And I will wait and age, not wish to move But by commission from you, to whom I render the possession of my self: Would? we are betrayed, I must use cunning, She lives in you, and take not in worse sense; You are more gracious, in that you are So Like your eldest sister, in whom lives The copy of so much perfection, All other seem ̄ to imitate. But here she is, Madam, not finding you ith' garden, I met this Lady. Diego what news? Diego. You observe the waiting creatures in the black, Hark, you apprehend me. The gods would sonner be sick with Nectar, than Antoni Crow weary of such fair society; But I am at home expected, a poor sister, My father's care alive, and dying was His Legacy, having outstaid my time Is tender of my absence. I humbly thank your honour, I'll not be so trouble some. I have now a charge upon me, I hope it may Excuse me, if I hasten my return. My Lord the favours done me, would proclaim I were too much unworthy not to visit you, Oft as I see Avero; Madam I partly with some unhappiness To loose your presence, give me leave I may Be absent your admirer, to whose memory I write my self a servant, The shallow rivers glide away with noise, The deep are silent, fare you well Lady. Gentlemen happiness and success in your desires. Diego. Come lets away Diego our horses— O sister, ere you let fallen words of welcome, Let me unladen a treasure in your ear Able to weigh down man. Never was man so blessed, As heavens had studied to enrich me here, So am I fortunate. I have a friend. But I have one more worth then millions, And he does only keep alive that name Of friendship in his breast, pardon Villandros, 'Tis not to strain your love, whom I have tried, My worthiest cozen. His Commission Stretched not so far, a Father's tie was on him, But I have his noble promise, er't be long, We shall enjoy him. It not charity to starve you thus with shadows, Take him and with him in thy bosom lock The Mirror of fidelity, Done Sebastiano. But he must be dearer Castabella, hark you sister, I have been bold upon thy virtue, to Invite him to you, if your heart be free. Let it be empty ever, if he do not Fill it with noblest love, to make relation, What zeal he gave of a worthy nature, At our last parting (when betwixt a son, And friend he so divided his affections And out did both) you would admire him: were I able I would built a temple where We took our leave, The ground it self was hallowed So much with his own piety, Diego saw it. Come I will tell you all, to your chamber sister, Diego our plot must on, all time is lost Until we try the moving. Come Castabella, and prepare to hear A story not of length but worthy your ear. Art sure thou hast the time right. I. Madam fear not I am your friend. The welcomest guest that ever Elva's had Sister, Villandras yare not sensible what treasure You po esse, I have no loves, I would not here divide. Dishonour, it is a language I never understood, yet Throw off your fears Berinthia, yare ith' power Of him that dares not think The least dishonour to you. Come b not sad. Can you be ignorant what plot was l id To take your fair life from you. You are secure Fain not your self so hapless my Berinthi , Ralse your dejected thoughts, be merry, come, Think I am your Antonio. Dare keep thee here? with thy consent, I dare Deny thy Father, by this sword I dare, And all the world. Your brother Lady, and my honoured friend, Why do the gates not spread themselves, to open At his arrival Sforza, 'tis Berinthiaes brother, Sebastiano the example of all worth And friendship, is come after his sweet sister, Be not such a coward Lady, he cannot come Without all goodness waiting on him, Sforza, Sforza I say, what precious time we loose, Sebastiano, I almost loose my self In joy to meet him, break the iron bar And give him entrance. Sister, now he's come, he did promise me But a short absence, he of all the world I would call brother, Castabella more Then for his sisters love, o he's a man Made up of merit, my Berinthia Throw off all clouds, Sebastianoes come. What, to see thee? he shall see the ̄ e he ̄ re. Respected Like thy self, Berinthia, Attended with Antonio, begirt with armies of thy servants O my friend. What face have you put on? am I awake? Or do I dream Sebastiano frowns. No more, I guilty of and Actium so dishonourable Has made me unworthy of your friendship; Come you're not in earnest, 'tis enough I know My se'fe Antonio. It a foul breath delivered it, and Wertenberg any But Sebastiano, he should feel the weight Of such a falsehood. Now by my Father's soul, he that takes her hence Unless she give consent, treads on his grave, Seba's jano, you're unnoble then, 'Tis I that said it. Promise me the hearing, And hat have any satisfaction, Becomes my fame. Were in your power, would you not account it A precious victory, in your sisters cause, To die your sword with any blood of him, S v'd both her life and honour? You have told your self, and I have argume ̄ nt to prove this. O Sebastiano, Thou dost not think what devil lies at home Within a sisters bosom, Catalina, (I know not with what worst of envy) laid Force to this goodly building, and through poyso H worser robbed the earth of more then all the world, Her virtue. Be not cozened, With your credulity, for my blood, I valve it Beneath my honour, and I dare by goodness, I such a quarrel kill thee: but hear all, And then you shall have fighting your heart full. Valasco was the man, appointed by That goodly sister to steal Berinthia, And Lord himself of this possession, Just at that time; but hear and tremble at it, She by a cunning poison should have breathed Her soul into his arms, within two hours, And so Valasco should have born the shame Of thest and murder; how do you Like this sir. 'Tis true by honours self, hear it confirmed, And when you will, I am ready. Holds your resolve yet constant if you have Better opinion of your sword, then truth, I am bound to answer, but I would I had Such and advantage gainst another man, As the justice of my cause, all valour fights But with a sail against it. Now Sebestiano Puts on his judgement, and assumes his nobleness, While he loves equity. Sir she must not yet, 'tis dangerous. 'Tis done, Sebastiano shall report just and noble, Sforza swear Upon my Sword, o do not hinder me If victory crown Sebastianoes arm. I charge thee by thy honesty restore This Lady to him, on whose lip I seal My unstained faith. Never man fought with a lesser heart, the conquest Will be but many death's, he is her brother, My friend, this poor girls joy. Then friend again, and as Sebastiano, I bid him welcome, and who loves Antonio Must speak that language. Well said my brave Adelautado, come Sebasti , And my Birinthia by to morrow we shall know The truth of our felicity. Would? Some conceit of Sforza the old Captain Lets entertain it, some soldiers device, A mask of Soldiers. odamercy Sfor . Friends; Sforza. I doubt you'll never be better, ou shall now owe me More than you shall account for. Villandra . Sfor , there is no remedy, but by all honour do it, Sister, I am to wait on him, o my poor girl be with thee, for a my absence. , I know not with what soul draw my sword against thee Me e him my Lord, you will become his place of a Spectator best. When thou livest again shalt be more honourable Sebastiano do you observe the advantage, Yet think upon't. Where art Berinthia, let me breath my last upon thy lip, make haste, least I die else. To die by thee is more then death, Sforza be honest, But love thy sister for me, I me passed hope, Thou hast undone another in my death. Berinthia thy lip farewell, and friend, and all the world. You speak all nobleness, and encourage me To spend the gre nenesse of my rising years So to , that at last I may Be old Like you. She ests at me, yet I should be proud to be Your servant. She checks my rudeness that so openly I eeme to court her, and in presence too that have engaged themselves perhaps already. How now Antonio, where hast thou loft thy self? Struck dead with Ladies eyes? I could stargaze For ever thus, o pardon love, gainst whom I often have profaned, and mocked thy fires, Thy flames now punish me, let me collect: They are both excellent creatures, there is A Majesty in Catalin S eye, and every partly carries ambition Or Queen upon it, yet B rinthi S something more than all this praise, though she Command the world, this hath more power over me Here I have lost my freedom, not the Queen could thus have wounded poor Antonio ' speak to her; Lady I'm and Novice, in love. You are the ̄ noble Count de monte Nigro. What faies .